818 The Man Who Robbed Pluto Marriage

Thanadus: "Brother, should we clarify?"

A good male god suddenly becomes asexual, which is a bit stressful.

Hypnos was expressionless, "Do you think humans who believe in Prosser will believe our explanation?"

Thanadus choked and couldn't refute his brother, so he tried to try it out.

He flapped his wings and landed on the ground, just in front of a little girl.

The soft chestnut hair was tied sideways on her shoulders, and her big bright eyes flickered as she looked at the god of death who came to her.

The little girl Mi Li held up the flowers in her hand, and said in a childlike voice, "Lord Fallen Angel, this is a gift from me, I hope you like it."

This kid is so polite... Thanadus just had this idea, and his back felt hot, and his brother was staring at him fiercely.

Thanadus, who had always been scary in the eyes of humans, coughed and tried to soften his tone.

"Little girl, what's your name? How old are you?"

Mi Li pouted her lips, thinking about what the priest in the temple had taught, and said crisply: "My name is Mi Li, and I am six years old this year!"

Six years old...isn't it a bit young?But the gaze on the back was even more piercing, and Thanadus said with a dry smile: "Millie, I am not a fallen angel, and the one in the sky is not an angel, so I can't accept this!"

Facing the other gods, the Grim Reaper, who showed his arrogance with all his strength, is now squatting in front of the little girl, telling people not to call him Fallen Angel.

Mi Li tilted her head incomprehensibly, "The one with the black wings is the fallen angel, and the one with the white wings is the angel. This is the oracle taught by Mr. Pastor. Mi Li can't be wrong!" Moisture appeared in her eyes, but The little girl said firmly.

Thanadus scratched his cheek in embarrassment, in a way he couldn't do anything with the child.

"You, don't cry first, let me tell you, I'm really not a fallen angel, I'm a god of death, you know that?" Seeing that the moisture in Mili's eyes was getting heavier, he hurriedly pointed at himself and said : "It's the god of death who will cut off his hair and take his soul to the underworld!"

Mi Li pursed her mouth and cried out in a nasal voice, "The Grim Reaper is the bad guy who will take mother to Mi Li and can't find her anywhere, and the Fallen Angel is the hero who beats away the bad guys who bully Mi Li. Angel is not a god of death, wow!"

Thanadus: "AHHHHHH!!!"

Prosser heard the cry of the child, and as soon as he turned his head, he saw the silver-eyed Grim Reaper who had the loudest voice in the competition with the little girl.

Prosser walked over, picked up the child, softly comforted the hiccupping little girl, and then silently stared at the god of death.

Thanadus, who was restless by such stares, had tears in his eyes, and was extremely wronged, "I am not a sexless angel! I am obviously a big man with power!"

Prosser, who was waiting for Death's explanation, didn't expect him to say such a sentence, and subconsciously replied, "Isn't it okay to cut it off?"

The aggrieved Thanadus: "..."

Hypnos who flew down: "..."

Prosser: "...Sorry."

He forgot that this is not his world where limbs can be broken casually and the body can be destroyed.

Prosser: "Would you like to come into the church with me?"

The atmosphere was too stiff, he turned his head and saw the door of the church where people were leaving, and suddenly thought of a way to divert his attention.

Thanadus nodded with a forced smile, as if he had a psychological shadow.

"Okay, okay!" For a colleague who can easily tell off the most important thing in a man, even the god of death will coax him.

Hypnos squinted at him with a half-smile, as if he didn't need to worry about changing the subject.

After Prosser, who was really attentive, led them in, Hypnos put away his previous thoughts and carefully admired the murals on the top of the building.

Seeing that he was interested, Prosser was not in a hurry to go in, but told the pastor of the church who came in a hurry to lead the believers to worship at ease, and they would go there later.

Then Prosser looked at Hypnos who was concentrating on admiring the mural, and said with a smile, "How is it? It's not bad, right?"

Hypnos nodded, and it must be admitted that even the gods of craftsmanship, Apollo and Athena could not say that they could do better than this.

Hypnos couldn't help asking: "Are these made by humans?"

Prosser said proudly, "Of course."

Hypnos murmured absentmindedly, "Unbelievable." The gods never thought that such a way could be used to add luster to the building.

Prosser shrugged, panting and added: "But this is what I taught them."

Hypnos: "..."

The curly-haired little angels look as cute as Cupid, and they are everywhere in the murals on the roof without being crowded.

The only female angel in the center of the mural is full of loving motherhood. She opens her arms, as if holding all the children in her arms, and her eyes, with a skill that is almost magical, make the pupils of God stayed on top.

The whole mural uses a variety of colors, but it will not produce the effect of visual fatigue. On the contrary, the Greeks who advocate simplicity can't help but keep their eyes on it, and they will be more and more bewitched by the eyes of God.

Walking into the cathedral in the center of the church and seeing such works painted on high places, Hypnos is not at all surprised why Proser is so worshiped.

"You are so versatile and almost perfect."

Sleeping God said to Prosser so earnestly, and then he still didn't say a word, and this sentence was his heartfelt voice.

Is this the ability that the God of Spring should have?

This borders on the wisdom of terror.

Hypnos was so puzzled.

He once learned from Aiagos that Minos offended Spring God, and also learned about Mingta's love for Proser from his brother Death God.

The former Chunshen easily overwhelmed Minos with an attitude that was absolutely not good at fighting. The opponent was a rare warrior in his lifetime.

The latter is easier for him to deal with, as if it is very simple for Mingta, who is eyeing the Queen of the Underworld, to give up his obsession for many years.

Recently, under his nose, a new god of the underworld was born, officially becoming a member of the xenophobic underworld.

And after doing these things, he didn't think it was enough and made a promise to Pluto.

Become the main god within a year.

It is not an exaggeration to say that!

But he deepened their trust in him through these developments one by one, making them willing to believe that he can do it!

Unknowingly, Chunshen's impression changed from being weak and unfamiliar to trusting and looking forward to now.

Hypnos didn't even know what else this person could do, and what surprises he could bring them.

Especially after learning that he likes Hades.

To be honest, if Prosser continues to develop like this, sooner or later, His Majesty Hades will announce that he is the candidate for the Queen of Hades, Hypnos will not feel strange.

"Hehe..." A meaningless laugh overflowed from his mouth, and the more he thought about it, the more absurd he became. Although Hypnos felt that this person and Hades would be very suitable when Spring God came to Hades, but if this When it happened, he didn't think it was real enough.

Prosser looked at the guy who laughed meaninglessly, "Hypnos, what are you thinking?"

"No..." Hypnos shook his head, sinking all the thoughts he had just thought into the depths of his mind, and when his expression was no longer so complicated, he said, "I just think that you really don't look like Spring God. "

Prosser was taken aback, and quickly said: "...This is your illusion!"

Hypnos was stunned, and subconsciously said, "No, you seem suspicious by answering too quickly."

Prosser was categorical, "This is all your illusion!"

Hypnos was speechless, "That's why I said it, it's too fast..."

Prosser interrupted vigorously, "Come on, let's look at other buildings, there are many things that will make you appreciate my versatility even more!"

Hypnos: "..."

Thanadus patted his elder brother's shoulder sympathetically, "Hypnos, you'd better listen to Prosser."

Hypnos glanced sideways at him.

Thanadus withdrew his hand stiffly.

Hypnos snorted coldly, then followed Prosser's step away.

Thanadus looked sadly at the hand he patted on the shoulder of Sleeping God, and felt that he had fallen to the bottom among the three.

"Lord Fallen Angel?"

A suspicious child's voice sounded from below. Thanadus lowered his head and met Mi Li's big eyes.

Mi Li handed over the wreath and said firmly: "This is my gift to Lord Fallen Angel!"

Thanadus: "..."

With tears in his heart, what should he do?

Along the way, Hypnos appreciated many novel crafts, such as carving complex figures on a whole piece of rock. Along the way, it was like watching scenes of vivid historical stories.

Hypnos: "You taught them these too?"

Prosser was picking up a flower in a vase at this time, and the dewdrops just dripped on his fingers, making his skin more transparent than light.

Hearing the question from Sleeping God, the God of Spring replied: "Yes, they study more seriously than I imagined."

Hypnos thought that what he saw along the way was different from the traditional Greek use of copper and natural decorations to express the solemnity of the gods. This building, which Prose called a church, used complex styles to show the beauty and solemnity of the temple.

Abandoning the bulkiness of bronze wares and using soft silver to shape utensils, the image of gods has changed from entity to nothingness, and the cross placed in the position of god statues is endowed with the same concept as gods.

He couldn't understand the reason for doing so, but Hypnos felt that Prosser would never do useless work, and what's more, he did notice a certain sacred and inviolable aura from his observations along the way.

After walking for a while, Hypnos said, "Now can you tell us why you brought us here?"

Prosser's advance stopped, and he turned to look at Hypnos, "I thought you would choose a better time later."

Hypnos had a helpless smile on his lips, "If I do this, wouldn't it be under your control?"

Prosser raised his eyebrows, "Oh?"

With his arms folded, Hypnos said dissatisfiedly, "I don't want to be led by your nose all the time."

Prosser laughed, "Okay, but now we need to wait a little longer."

Hypnos asked suspiciously, "What are you waiting for?"

Prosser listened attentively, just at that moment the big bell on the top of the church rang "Dang Dang Dang——".

With his downcast eyes, he and the building were covered by the light of dusk, and a hazy golden light appeared on his face.

As if Chunshen doesn't know how beautiful he is in the eyes of others, he shows his charm innocently.

Such dignity and cleanliness make people want to kiss his fingertips humblely, and pray that he will remain so pure forever.

Prosser bent his eyes and said, "Now, I will take you to the best time and the best place."

Hearing Prosser's words, Hypnos realized that he unconsciously stopped breathing just now.

Hypnos lowered his gaze, and said as usual, "Well, yes." His voice was a little hoarse.