818 The Man Who Robbed Pluto Marriage

Radamantis realized something was wrong as soon as he walked in. He just wanted to tell Aiagos and Minos to be careful, but he immediately found that there was no one around him.

When he realized this, mist automatically rose from the sea of ​​flowers, blurring his vision.

The place where he is is not like the limited river bank on the side of the Styx River, but a whole world made up of flowers. As far as the eye can see, there are colorful and dyed colored cloths.

Radamantis walked forward carefully, careful not to touch anything, but there were so many flowers here, it was hard for him not to touch them.

His feet stepped on the ground covered with grass, and his knee accidentally touched a cluster of lilac flowers in full bloom. These inconspicuous flowers shook their heads, their petals opened, and the pollen scattered into the air.

Radamantis found that the surrounding fog turned light yellow within a few steps, and he saw the figure of Minos.

"No! This is not Minos!"

Radamantis, who just wanted to go up to him, found that the Minos who appeared in front of him was definitely not the one he got along with.

Minos in his bronze armor hurried towards him, then passed him like a phantom.

Radamantis turned his head violently, and found that the surrounding environment was not the sea of ​​flowers in the underworld, but the palace of the kingdom they ruled during their lifetime.

"This scene..." Radamantis blocked his mouth with complicated eyes.

It's a past they'll never be happy to recall when they're dead.

They have been spending eternal life as the three judges of the underworld, and even the underworld gods have forgotten their mortal past. It should be said that no god is willing to explore the past of demigods, so they rarely talk about the dark history of tit for tat.

Radamantis pursed his lips, and he lowered his eyes, listening to Minos and Poseidon in his memory discussing the matter of framing him.

In the underworld, the third judge, who has always been considered to have a good relationship and is close to a brother, is actually a true brother. This is the first time that it has been so clearly spread out.

As the eldest brother, Radamantis' hatred for being framed by Minos and causing him to lose the throne has become an insignificant part of the judge's memory with the destruction of the kingdom.

Anyway... Radamantis raised his head, his footsteps stopped because of his memory, and he started again, his expression was firm and he was moving forward.

The past... can only be the past!

More and more memories appeared on the road he walked, Radamantis seemed to be looking back on his life as a human being, and more forgotten things emerged along the road he walked.

The young self, the victory in the first battle, the blood of being a human being, the annoyance of being driven to a deserted island, and then the surprise when he became the judge of the underworld, and the perennial calmness, finally formed-Radamantis of justice!

In an instant, like waking up from a big dream, thousands of years have shaped one of the three rock-solid judges.

When Radamantis was awakened by Prosser in a trance, the look of Chunshen's crooked eyes and smiling eyes became a lingering imprint in his heart, especially after he knew that he made this sea of ​​flowers.

Prosser woke up Radamantis, and looked at the sleeping god who patted Minos and the others on their faces.

"Are the two of them still awake?"

Hearing Proser's question, Hypnos twitched his mouth and slapped Minos, "You should have told me that Huahai has sequelae!"

Prosser smiled innocently, "I thought Hypnos would go in with them. With you, the God of Dreams, there's no way it would be like this."

Minos in his hand groaned weakly, Hypnos stood up, raised his brows, and looked surprised, "It's all my fault?"

Aiagos, who was waking up in a daze, heard Hypnos' slightly sarcastic words before he understood what was going on. He looked at Prosser in confusion, and the God of Spring smiled like a flower.

Now Proser, the god of the underworld, not only is the luxury and beauty of the earth in his smile, he seems to be particularly loved by the gods, and the calmness of the underworld does not appear contradictory on his face, but it is more soothing.

He smiled slightly, facing Sleeping God: "Of course not, I need Hypnos' help very much now."

Hypnos squinted at him.

Prosser didn't dodge, just blinked like this, looking harmless, "Hades said, I can do it freely in the underworld."

Hypnos: "..." Use His Majesty to suppress him at this time?

Prosser smiled: "It works."

Hypnos: "..."

You can't disobey yourself, right?

The arm couldn't twist the thigh, sleepily rubbed his nose, and beat Prosser in depression.

The third judge looked at the two gods who were busy. They had now woken up from Huahai's memories, and they were a little embarrassed to see each other now.

These three brothers have a lot of black history in the past, but they are demigods who have lived for thousands of years, but they adjusted after a while, and Proser and the others are almost ready.

Prosser waved at Radamantis and the others, while the sleeping god beside him was still amazed.

Hypnos: "When memories appear, they are already disappearing. With the end of a hundred years of human beings, they will also leave the sea of ​​​​flowers as blank souls, and live a new life as new people."

Prosser said: "It's not just that." He adjusted the structure of the flower sea to supplement the real use of the flower sea, "The soul will instinctively feel relaxed when seeing things on the earth, which is convenient for memory retrieval, and then the memory will It is automatically stored in the flower buds of Huahai, making it easier for judges to determine a person's lifetime."

In Radamantis' dazed sight, Prosser added: "If you want to know the life of a soul, you just need to hold the flowers in the soul's hand, and the sea of ​​flowers will automatically provide the memory to the past."

"And the flowers here will not die," Prosser said proudly with open arms, "In the future, everyone's memories will be stored in the sea of ​​flowers, and this place will be the garden of truth in the underworld."

"Papapa——" Hypnos clapped his palms, "It's powerful, it reduces time and facilitates efficiency. You don't need to brainwash soul by soul. You just need to let them walk around in your sea of ​​flowers."

Prosser jokingly continued: "They will welcome new students."

At first, Radamantis was embarrassed to see this Chunshen who brought out their old backgrounds, but now that he opened his mouth in academic terms, and his heart was on the flower field that trapped the three of them, he suddenly felt embarrassed. Enter the working state of the judge.

He looked at the two brothers beside him, "Is that why we need to be here?"

With a nod of approval from Minos and Aiagos, the three judges affirmed that this method is indeed much more convenient than checking the souls one by one.

It is better to directly watch the memory and judge the life directly than to peel the cocoon of a soul. The changes of feelings and guilt can be distinguished directly through the memory.

This thing saves almost double the hours of work!

Prosser shook his head: "More than that, I have one more thing I need your consent to."

Because of the reduced workload as a sweetener, Radamantis spoke directly instead of the three: "What is it?"

Prosser: "The balance of justice."

Radamantis frowned, and did not rush to refuse, but asked again: "Because of what?"

Prosser bent down to hold up a flower bud, and touched it tenderly, "Throw the balance into the sea of ​​flowers, and these little guys will be born as spirits after being baptized by just divine power. And those flower spirits are associated with the memory of the soul, and they will be born as soon as they are born." They will be active in the world as judges from the beginning. They can collect the book and send the soul to the appropriate hell to be judged when the memory of the soul ends."

Radamantis had no expression on his face, his eyes flashed with thought, and he listened to Prosser's continuation.

Prosser straightened up and looked at the three judges of the underworld, "I know that doing this is equivalent to depriving you of your rights, but I still want to say this to you, please hand over the balance of justice."

Radamantis hesitated and said, "I am very happy."

Aiagos couldn't hide his astonishment, "Radamantis!"

Minos stopped him, with a calm tone, "Listen to him."

Aiagos panicked even more, "Minos!"

Prosser suddenly laughed, and said to Radamantis: "Your decision is very wise."

Radamantis showed a slight smile on his indifferent face, "Collecting these manuals means that these manuals will have a place to go. In order to prevent the flower spirits from making mistakes, those manuals will belong to us, and we also have the power to supervise the flower spirits." .”

Prosser said happily, "It's not wrong."

Radamantis breathed a sigh of relief, "This really reduces the workload a lot."

Every year, an unknown number of people die. Just the three of them are working in Hades almost non-stop. Now that there is a way to disperse duties but not disperse power, he is naturally willing to cooperate.

Prosser said caringly: "The divine power of justice is destined to prevent the flower spirit from making an unfair trial. With you here, I believe this new system will continue to work well, but you will be busy at first."

Radamantis expressed his understanding. After all, Hua Ling was born with a strong sense of justice, and it is easy to make too harsh judgments. At that time, they need their teachings to correct the definition of justice.

"Have to say, this is the best way to reduce workload I've heard."

Prosser graciously accepted Radamantis' praise.

After handing over with the third judge, Hypnos stood aside and waited for him, and he could be seen as soon as Prosser came over.

Prosser smiled and said, "Thank you for your hard work."

It is all due to the power of the dream of Hypnos that can make the soul walk through the field of truth.

Human brains are unlimited in sleep, so recalling everything in life at once will not make them collapse.

Hypnos accepted Prosser's thanks, and couldn't help looking at the flower field in front of him and muttering to himself, "How did you come up with such an approach?"

Prosser looked at the sleeping god who muttered quietly but didn't try to hide it, and said lightly, "In a flash."

That's right, he thought of everything the moment he sent the flowers to humans.