[Comprehensive] The Journey of the Protagonist

The fleet arrived at the island of Sisira, and Polydorus was left on the periphery of the island, accompanied by the soldiers who stayed behind, guarding their huge fleet, while Su Xuan led several rows of guards to the island of love. The god Aphrodite and the moon and the goddess of hunting Artemis visited and offered sacrifices in the temple... Travelers who have a high level of vigilance against the gods of this world, except King Priam of Troy The grand priests led by him irresistibly followed his father, queen mother, and many subjects to pray in the temple of Apollo, but he never took the initiative to step into any temple experience...

But even so, the few prayers made his overly strong thoughts be perceived by the gods... Sometimes, it's not because you don't say it, no one will see it through, especially for those who are above human beings. As far as the gods are concerned!

This is an incomprehensible gap in the level of life.

On the other side, Queen Helen of Sparta has become more and more immersed in dreams every night. Her husband, King Menelaus of this country, has set sail the day before yesterday, leading a luxurious fleet with his Guards, go to Boros to visit Nestor, the king who has always had a good reputation... Before he left, the queen who was indulging in dreams every night still thought about covering up a few times, pushing her depression to the end. The physical discomfort caused by the climate even won the king's consideration and tenderness, but since the departure of the male master of the kingdom, the increasingly impatient queen has no intention of pretending.

She can hardly bear such a monotonous, boring, lonely, and empty life anymore, and the noble life of the royal family, which she was quite proud of and comfortable before, can no longer satisfy her extremely empty heart... It's just a dream, she So she let herself completely bow down at the feet of Aphrodite, the god of love, and her body and spirit surrendered to this great god... As long as she can satisfy her desire, all the humiliation that she considered unbearable before It's all insignificant!

She began to let go of her thoughts lazily. Even in the daytime, she wandered in a dream like night. She dressed herself in front of the bronze mirror in self-pity and uninterruptedly. Hermione was set aside to be looked after by the maids of the court.

When the news came from Sisira Island that a foreign prince led his powerful warship and soldiers to the island, it seemed that there was a kind and intimate chuckle from somewhere. Her ears echoed, and the comb in her hand fell to the ground. She finally knew that the person she had been waiting for for a long time had arrived. He had never been so close to her, as if he had stepped into her soft heart. , Controlled her life and death.

She stood up, called all her maids tremblingly, asked them to prepare warm spring water, and began to bathe and clean her delicate body, apply the most precious balm, put on a tight top, and slender The waist and breasts show her slender figure almost perfectly, and then she puts on a soft silk draped long skirt, pinned with patterned and carved pins, wrapped around an elegant satin belt, and tied with a thin With a long necklace, the careful maid began to roll up her long golden hair, wrapped it with a carved bone needle, fixed it with a gold and silver flower-leaf crown, and let two strands of hair hang down from her forehead , so that her face is more soft and delicate than Meiyu.

After putting on the most precious earrings for herself, Helen set off for Sisira Island. She said that she was going to sacrifice Aphrodite, the goddess of love. This was her usual practice. Everyone in the book knows that Helen is a believer in the goddess of love. There is no temple of this goddess in the kingdom of Sparta, and the island of Sisira is the place where the queen often goes.

Although she was anxious and even had a trace of guilty conscience, she was the queen of a country after all, but this couldn't stop her behavior at all, and even such complicated thoughts gave birth to uncontrollable excitement, just like Knowing that there is nothing to be done but insisting on resisting, is like the pleasure of trampling on taboos... But Helen didn't notice her weird feelings. Human beings are a very complicated existence, and who can see themselves clearly? ?

But she never thought about another consequence of this meeting...failure?How can it be? !

It is the goddess of love who connects me with him, makes them meet each other in sleep, and enters into each other's deeper depths. I love him, love him immensely.

And of course he loves me too.

This is the truth without doubt at all!

Queen Helen, who was going to meet her beloved in her arms, met a bewildered passerby before arriving at Aphrodite's temple.

"Get out of the way!" She didn't even want to know who this reckless and rude person was. What she was eager for was the handsome and lovely lover in front of her. Women in love were blind and ignorant existences. Not wanting to spend a minute and a second on a roadblocker, she could only wish to grow a pair of wide wings and fly over with just a few swipes.

"I can't do it~" Polydorus sighed, he directed the soldiers to block the road ahead, and then carefully looked at this eager and beautiful woman... Is this the famous "Helen"?

The beauty in Greek Mythology that started the decade-long war?

Even Polydorus, who had long been preconceived, had to admit that her appearance was unparalleled in the world... But it was nothing, as early as in the selection of the Golden Apples, he had seen Hera, Athena and Aphrodite's appearance, although Helen has not much difference in appearance, but in Polydorus' view, she still lacks some things that he can't characterize, maybe it is the glory of the gods, maybe it is the essence of immortality, in the end He couldn't tell what it was, but it was so close that she couldn't be compared with those goddesses at all.

But mortals can't see this at all, otherwise, Aphrodite wouldn't have picked her for the layout.

As for the gods who are happy with humans... Who knows, Polydorus thought irresponsibly, maybe Zeus only needs to have looks, but he, a little traveler, can't understand the king of gods thoughtful!

"Do you know whose way you are blocking!" Seeing the queen was anxious, a loyal servant soon jumped out and shouted sharply.

But Polydorus didn't look at him at all, he just looked at the frowning Helen with a half-smile, and although his voice was a little fluttering, he said without the slightest room for beak: "Whoever comes, you can." , but only you, Queen of Sparta, Her Excellency Helen, you can't do it~"

The words pointing at his name finally brought Helen back to her senses. Looking at the tall and straight young man in front of her who couldn't be called a young man, and the fluffy green beard growing on his lips, she felt a little incomprehensible. He asked, "I'm the only one who can't do it, why?"

"I'm going to pay homage to Aphrodite's temple, why do you want to stop me?" Helen raised her voice slightly and said harshly.

"Why?" Polydorus murmured, "Where are there so many why in this world?"

He looked at Helen tilting her head, her gaze was strange: "Seeing your urgent appearance, could it be that there is something urgent?"

"If not, then you can come to the island after we leave." Polydorus sneered.

"You guys," Helen said with some hesitation after gathering her composure, "are you foreigners from Troy?"

"A servant of that Prince's Highness?" Helen, who was supposed to be angry, slowed down her tone when she said this, her cheeks were a little rosy.

"You have to believe in the power of fate." The words His Excellency Death once said echoed in his ears again. Sure enough, Polydorus thought coldly, even if there is really a butterfly effect caused by him in this world, How can it rival the mighty power of the gods, and how can it beat the weaving of fate like silk threads?

This damn world of gods!

"You want to see His Royal Highness Paris?" Polydorus asked.

"His... his name is Paris?" Helen asked hesitantly.

See, this is the power of the gods, even if it is two people who have never met before, she can make them fall in love with each other.

"Impossible." Polydorus asked jokingly with a drawn-out tone, "Anyone can ask me to see him, only you, Queen Helen of Sparta, you can't!"

"You..." Helen opened her beautiful eyes, looked at him in astonishment, and asked a little helplessly, "Why did you target me like this?"

"Why..." Polydorus looked up at the sky and said with a sigh, "If you have to ask why, then you can take it as a prophecy."

In this world, it's an almost impossible answer.

Helen also opened her mouth slightly, but for a moment she didn't know how to answer.

"How are you worthy of him?" Polydorus sneered at her overreaching, just like mocking Aphrodite's inferior means.

"Ismalo," Polydorus summoned the soldier captain, and said with a cold expression, "Throw them out, I won't see any Spartans in this place until your Highness returns." !"

Such a rough and unreasonable obstruction, I am already tired of the constant thinking and shrinking concerns, I don’t want to live anyway, it doesn’t matter if the method is rude, if it disturbs your layout, Aphrodite, if you I'm not happy, come and beat me!