Greek Mythology: A loving father and a filial son

Hearing that there were followers of His Highness Demeter outside, Mitstos immediately said: "Hurry and invite them over."

But he was murmuring in his heart: Why did His Highness Demeter's followers come to him so quickly? They got the news just after he executed the dead fat pig?

After a while, a group of people wearing simple clothes and holding farm tools were brought in. As soon as they saw Mitstos, they all fell to their knees and shouted loudly: "Peace be with you, Your Highness Mitstos! Peace be with Your Highness Demeter!"

Mitstos looked at their excited expressions and couldn't help but feel a little moved and complicated in his heart. He knew that these people were farmers who truly believed in His Highness Demeter, and they were full of awe and worship for him.

He was also one of them before! But he had better luck and became the god of His Highness Hypnos.

"Everyone, get up." Mitstos waved his hand, and a surge of divine power rushed to the farmers and helped them up.

"Thank you, Your Highness Mitstos!" After the farmers stood up, they all bowed to thank Mitstos.

Mitstos looked at their plain faces and couldn't help feeling a little emotional. He remembered that he had once been one of them, working hard every day, but could barely make ends meet. But now, he has become a god and has endless power and lifespan, which has strengthened his belief and determination.

"What did you come to see me for?" Mitstos asked, looking at them.

"Reply to His Highness Meterstos." One of the older farmers stood up and said: "We are followers of His Highness Demeter. We heard that you became a god and dominated the city-state of Rafid. We came here specially. Come to express our respect and gratitude to you.”

"Thank you?" Mitstos looked at them with some confusion, "Why do you want to thank me?"

"Because you are the savior of our farmers!" the old farmer said excitedly: "Over the years, we have been exploited and oppressed by Petroyes, living in dire straits. Now you have appeared and brought Petroyes to the rescue." Bringing that villain Yes to justice gives us hope. We believe that under your leadership, we will be able to live a better life!"

After hearing this, Mitstos finally understood their purpose. It turned out that he came to express his gratitude and respect to himself. This made him feel touched and proud.

"Don't worry." Mitstos looked at them and said: "I will do my best to let you live a better life. As long as you believe in His Highness Hypnos and His Highness Demeter, I believe in you We will definitely have a bright future.”

"Thank you, Your Highness Mitstos!" The farmers shouted loudly again and bowed to thank Mitstos.

Mitstos looked at them with a smile, his heart full of pride and ambition. He knows that his responsibility is heavy, but he is confident that he will lead the people of Rafid City-State towards a better future. This is not only for yourself, but also for the farmers who believe in you.

At this time, another guard hurried in and knelt in front of Mitstos and said: "Report to His Highness Mitstos! There is another group of people outside who want to see you!"

"Oh? Who is he?" Mitstos asked with some confusion.

"They claim to be followers of His Highness Perseveni," the guard replied.

"Believers of His Highness Persephany?" Mitstos's heart moved. His Highness Persephany is the current God King. Why do his followers come to him?

However, Mitstos immediately said: "Hurry up and invite them in."

After a while, a group of people wearing white robes and holding magic staffs were brought in.

As soon as this group of people entered the hall, they all bowed to Mitestos and shouted: "Peace be with His Highness Mitstos! Peace be with His Highness Persevanni!"

Mitstos looked at their respectful expressions and couldn't help but feel curious. He waved for them to stand up, and then asked: "You are followers of His Highness Persephany. Do you have any business with me?"

One of the older-looking priests stood up and said, "Returning to Your Highness Mitstos, we are the representatives of believers stationed in various city-states by His Highness Persephany. I heard that you became a god and dominated Rafi. German city-state, so we came over.”

Priests are people who serve the gods and are regarded as the humans closest to the gods. Sometimes they can even receive a trace of the gods' power.

Mitstos said with some surprise: "Has His Highness Persephany been paying attention to me? I am just a little god of dreams, how can I deserve the attention of the great His Highness Persevani?"

The older priest continued: "His Royal Highness Persevani will publicize everything about you becoming a god, are you willing?"

Although the priest said the question, Mitstos is not that stupid. This is the propaganda that His Highness Persephany wants!

From the beginning of the world to the present, there has never been a precedent for humans to become gods. Gods can only be created by the world or between gods, or by nymphs and demigods.

And he was a peasant, without the blood of gods, just an ordinary human being. He was inspired by Hypnos to become the god of dreams, although he was only a small god with weak divine power. But he is already far away from human beings.

Thinking of this, Meterstus had already figured it out. Persefani wanted to use him to mobilize the enthusiasm of all humans!

Meisterstos could not help but marvel at Persefani's wisdom and foresight. He realized that Persevani's move was not only to promote himself, but also to inspire all humans to believe that they could become gods, so that they could work harder to pursue faith and power.

This strategy is undoubtedly very clever, because it can not only enhance Persevani's reputation and influence, but also enhance humans' awe and worship of the gods. As the core figure of this strategy, Mitstos will also receive more attention and respect.

Thinking of this, Mitstos couldn't help but feel a little excited and proud. He didn't expect that he could become an important chess piece in the hands of His Highness Persephany, building a bridge for communication between humans and gods.

"Please tell His Highness Persevanni." Mitstos looked at the elderly priest and said: "I am very honored to be the object of his propaganda. I am willing to show my experience and strength to all humans, so that They see the power of faith and hard work.”

"Great!" The elderly priest said excitedly: "His Royal Highness Persevanni will be happy for your generosity and courage. We believe that with your help, humans will be able to believe in the gods more firmly. , and even have the chance to become a god.”

Mitstos nodded and said: "Priest of His Highness Persephany, do you have anything else to do now? I don't think this small matter does not require the priest of His Highness Persevani to come over in person. .”

The old priest nodded and said: "Yes, this is indeed not necessary, but we want you to leave your divine power on pieces of paper so that more humans can feel your power."

Mitstos nodded immediately and said, "No problem."

Mitstos stretched out his palm, and a dream-like power emerged from his palm, gradually condensing into tiny points of light. These light spots float gently in the air, as if they have their own life and consciousness. Then, with a slight wave of his hand, these light spots flew to the paper in the elderly priest's hand and adhered to it one by one.