Greek Mythology: A loving father and a filial son

Metistos is a little nervous now. He is afraid that he will lose everything under the influence of Hypnos' power, but he is firm in his belief that he is already a god of Hypnos. He heard that he He is still His Highness the God King's most beloved god. As long as there is a chance, he will no longer be a small farmer. He will definitely be able to gain a powerful force on Mount Olympus.

Thinking of this, Mitstos's eyes became firm. He didn't want to be bullied by others anymore. He wanted to master his own power. Even if he couldn't become the ruler, he still wanted to become the ruler's most loyal eagle dog!

And in a palace next to a farmland in a city-state on the earth, there was a richly dressed man who looked like a fat pig, and there was a serving man standing next to him.

The man who served was short and slightly bloated, and it seemed that his back had become habitually bent from groveling for a long time. His skin showed an unhealthy paleness, as if he had been hiding in the palace for a long time and had never seen the sun. His eyes were small and cunning, always looking around, as if he was always looking for opportunities to please his master.

His lips are very thin, and there is always a flattering smile on the corner of his mouth. Hidden in this smile is his cunning and ingenuity. His voice was high-pitched and soft, like a kitten meowing softly. This voice made people feel a little uncomfortable, but it made it impossible to dislike him.

Although his clothes were gorgeous, there was an air of tackiness about him. His clothes were embroidered with various auspicious patterns, but they could not hide his groveling temperament. His hat was studded with gems, but it seemed more to show off his status than his taste.

His name was Medila, and he was Mitstos' neighbor.

The name of the fat pig-like man that Medira is looking to please is Peter Royes. He is the master of the city-state of Rafid. In their folklore stories, Deye, the founder of this city-state, is the son of Zeus. Heirs.

But how could the descendants of Zeus's descendants look like fat pigs! After all, divine blood is divine blood. Their bloodline will be passed down and cannot disappear at a certain moment, so there may be something wrong with this legend.

Midela said to Peter Royes: "Great Peter Royes! Mitstos, whom you have always hated, is dead. I observed carefully in his shabby thatched hut. He has not been alive for three days. Wake up."

Midila's sharp voice sounded in Petroyes' ears. Although Petroyes frowned, the information in his words made him a hundred times more excited.

Petroyes laughed heartily, with a arrogant air on his body, and said loudly: "Haha, Mitstos is finally dead. This damn peasant, a lowly peasant, he actually dared to disobey me, he didn't even want to make friends with me. When you leave his land, you must know that their lives are all given by me, this city is mine, and he is just my servant."

Midila said with a flattering face: "Petroyes, your brilliance is unparalleled. I believe that even the great God King Zeus will look at you differently."

After Medila finished speaking, Petroyes burst out laughing.

But Zeus on the earth felt the call. When he heard the conversation between Petroyes and Midila, he broke into a cold sweat for a moment, with a pale look on his face that did not belong to him. You must know that the current god king is Perseveni, where did this stupidity come from! Is this going to push him into the fire?

And in the Temple of the God King, Persevani had a cold light on his face and a meaningful smile on his lips.

"Haha, farmers are lowly. My mother controls agriculture, but all farmers are my mother's followers? Haha, the God King is Zeus? It's time to change the ruler of this city-state!"

Perseveni seemed to have said something casually, but Zeus heard it clearly from far away on the earth.

"Metrostos? This human is not bad, but Hypnos actually made him a god. This matter is not easy to handle! There must be a justifiable reason, otherwise, those gods will have emotions."

After Zeus heard the conversation between Petroyes and Medira, his uneasiness became more intense. He understood that the ruler of this city-state obviously knew nothing about the order of the divine world, and Persephany's words were more like a hint or warning. As the current god-king, Persevani's power and influence cannot be ignored. Zeus knew that he had to deal with it carefully. If Persevani was unhappy, he would be knocked down to the hell of Tartarus.

At the same time, in the dilapidated thatched house next to the farmland of Rafid City-State, Mitstos was still lying on the bed with no sign of waking up. However, earth-shaking changes were taking place inside his body. Hypnos' power flowed through his body, gradually beginning to strengthen his body.

Mitstos said to Hypnos with a devout face: "My Lord, His Highness Hypnos, the great god of dreams, I have thought of how we can enter your world in the way that believers do. , In this way, the life on earth can feel all this as long as it enters a ray of soul, and the power of faith and soul can be anchored by that ray of soul power in your world!"

Hypnos looked at Metistos with excitement, is it true? In this way, you can collect the power of soul and faith.

Mitstos looked at the excited Hypnos and breathed a sigh of relief in his heart. He said, "It's true. We can make life feel like we've entered another world. But the gods can't. They will Causes the world to collapse.”

Hypnos said nonchalantly: "What does that matter? Gods will not enter this world where faith is collected."

Hypnos looked at Mitstos, his eyes flashing with excitement: "Metstos, you really brought me an excellent idea. By letting the souls of believers enter my world , they can feel my strength more deeply, and I can also draw the power of faith from it. This is really a win-win situation."

Mitstos nodded and continued: "Yes, my Lord God. Moreover, this method can also make believers believe in you more devoutly, because they will feel unprecedented shock and joy in your world. Mysterious. In this way, the number of your followers will be greatly increased, and the power of faith will also be enhanced."

Hypnos nodded repeatedly. He couldn't wait to implement this plan. However, he still asked with some worry: "But, Mitstos, can this plan really succeed? After all, allowing human souls to enter the world of gods is something that has never been done before."

Metestus looked at Hypnos firmly and said: "My Lord God, please believe me. This plan will definitely succeed. I have carefully considered all the details. As long as you agree, we can immediately start preparing."

Hypnos looked at Metistos's firm eyes, and the doubts in his heart gradually dissipated. He patted Mitstos on the shoulder and said: "Okay, Mitstos, I believe you. You will be responsible for this plan. If you need any help, just tell me and I will fully support you." "

Mitstos looked at Hypnos gratefully, his heart full of confidence and determination. He knew that this was an important step towards the world of gods and an excellent opportunity to realize his ambition.

With a smile on his face, Hypnos suddenly calmed down and said, "Let's experiment first! Let's see how many living beings it can carry."