818 The Man Who Robbed Pluto Marriage

Pluto's bedroom is very simple, with an unknown amount of black gauze hanging and a black and wide stone bed enough to occupy the entire field of vision.

If you think such a decoration is too shabby for Hades?

Then please take a closer look to see how the sacred flower of Pluto was drawn on the simple headboard of the bed, and what kind of exquisite technology can make the narcissus come alive so realistically.

People sleeping on the bed can even faintly smell the cool fragrance of flowers, and sleep well in that fragrance.

In this seemingly empty room, the hanging black veil was blown away by the sudden wind, revealing the reclining figure on Hades' bed.

The beautiful long golden hair is scattered on the bed, the milky white skin is more radiant due to deep sleep, the pale pink lips are slightly opened to catch the air, and then the closed eyes are opened in a dazed light gasp , revealing a pair of jewel-colored eyes.

"here it is……?"

Standing up halfway, this time is enough for him to sweep away the confusion of sleep, and connect the cause and effect of his appearance in Hades' palace.

Even though he has never seen it with his own eyes, the one who has the ability and time to put him in the bed must be his Hades.

What a surprise, Prosser originally thought that the other party would be a human cushion instead of being lazy and sending him back to the room.

It seems that I have to make a new evaluation of Hades.

As soon as I woke up, my brain began to run automatically, unwilling to be lonely.

First try your hand at the memories left before bedtime, and then the mess after the holy war.

This is something he made by himself, and of course he has to handle it himself.

Although the follow-up of Mount Olympus was arranged by Hades, the conflict of belief among humans on the earth has not yet been resolved.

Thinking of this, he planned to get out of bed and leave if he couldn't be free. With super mobility, he wanted to go to the human world immediately.

But as soon as the soles of his feet hit the ground, his movements stopped.

Such an unusual pause made people wonder what Prosser discovered that made him stop uncharacteristically.

But in fact, this is not surprising, because he saw something that Hades left after he slept, and this thing was the main reason for his abnormality.

The dull black hair gleamed between the fingers, and the cool touch was as inexpressive as his master.

Prosser wondered if he ignored Hades too much?

Or……

Did he do something for the other party?

Regardless of whether the field of truth or the development of the underworld is considered, Prosser is not thick-skinned enough to treat these things developed entirely for himself as gems and roses dedicated to Hades.

But if it is simply a gift for your lover?

Prosser's face was ugly as if he had been punched by someone.

Even in the half of Ari's world, he proposed to Hades with the best solution to the world balance problem, but he changed it to a better way of saying it.

Truly speaking, there is no impurity, but there is no feeling of wanting to send the best things to your lover.

It's a bad habit, thought Prosser, especially for the two of them.

You should reflect on yourself.

Prosser emphasized his tone in his heart: But how would he change it?

Neither he nor Hades is the kind of character to disrupt business affairs for personal reasons.

They are the kind of strict and clear people who divide the heart into thousands of parts, and love can only be regarded as a small part of it.

But even if there are countless affairs to be busy, they should have the only cognition that needs to be cherished carefully.

At this point, it's clear that Hades is perfect and Prosser is a little less.

It should be said that he is used to everyone walking at his pace, but he forgot that Hades is exactly the kind of character who follows him at a leisurely pace and always pays attention to whether there are stones under his feet.

Just like the aftermath of Olympus this time, and just like being rejected by him, Hades can also be calm.

The cool hair in the palm is as silent and obscure as its owner, but possesses an incomprehensible charm.

And this kind of charm fascinates him every time they get along.

Prosser stopped his usual fast pace, he was not waiting for the calm and indifferent man to catch up, but wanted to turn this lock of hair into the only dark color in his whole body.

"finished."

A few strands of black silk can be seen inadvertently under the blond hair around the ears, and they are braided with the blond hair one by one, revealing Proser's round and fair ears.

He didn't hesitate to stand up this time, and he made a decision in his heart to realize it.

But this time, he did not ignore the company of that black figure.

……

On the vast and boundless land, the barefoot god stepped on every inch of the scorched earth after the war.

His voice resounded in the ears of the remnants of the war, and those wounded people walked out of the huts that trapped them physically and mentally, and once again accepted the mercy of the light.

"I walk before you, I will be with you, I will not leave you, I will not forsake you, do not be afraid, for that is the defiance of my authority, the light of God will cover you until your soul ascends to heaven .”

While walking, Prosser exerted his divine power, as if the singing-like melody should be in an incomprehensible language, but it could deeply impress the meaning conveyed in the listener's heart.

Those members of the expedition who died because of the war turned into the crystallization of their souls because of his words, that is, the snow-white petals.

As for the light paladins, the light yellow flowers are also staggered to form a large flower field with the souls of their comrades in arms.

The words he spoke were powerful and began as a spell to calm souls and lull them into a painless sleep.

But as he walked more and more places, the living were gradually attracted by his words, they gathered behind him cautiously and humbly, and began to follow the long flow of people.

Among those people were free people who had lost their country, and there were also branded slaves, and they chased after Prosser in droves.

Maybe these people don't know what they are doing, but they are homeless, they feel that Prosser's words seem to have unknown magic power, listening to his voice, even the grief after losing everything can be soothed.

Whispers of comfort to the dead are equally valid for the grief of the living.

Prosser did not prevent the formation of such a flow of people. He set foot on every battlefield on the earth according to the plan, collected the souls of the soldiers who died for him, and let them rest in peace from the pain of flesh and blood.

Unknowingly, such rumors flowed out in human society.

There is a god whose beautiful face is invisible to people, but his beautiful shape is like a guiding light, attracting the humble eyes of human beings.

White and yellow flowers will grow where he passes by. The fragrance of the flowers is fortunate to stay on his clothes, and the words he speaks can make people see happiness.

"It's just nonsense! Such gods exist in fantasy! What do real gods look like? All real gods live on Mount Olympus."

The king of Arendre, Deistra, sneered again and again. As a monarch who hated the gods, the tributes he offered to the temple every year were already his limit. How could he feel happiness in the words of the gods?

Simply bullshit!

The wife was abducted, and the son is not his own. King Deistra said that things like gods should be thrown into the ground and trampled on a few times, and then hacked into pieces!

Because he is not happy at all!

His subjects can understand His Majesty the King's hysterical performance when he talks about the gods.

In any case, men with dyed hair are like this, they must accept His Majesty the King who is usually very wise and shrewd with a tolerant heart.

De Istra was skilled at getting his religious subjects to accept that they had an ungodly king, and he was never foolish enough to openly express his displeasure with the Olympian gods.

But when this traveling god came to his country and asked him to endure the physical disgust until he left, oh no, he still had the patience to wander off.

In those few days, the sound of things being thrown could always be heard in the apse of His Majesty the King.

"What? He's not leaving?"

De Istra lifted the table, and he pointed angrily at the city wall outside the window and shouted loudly: "You said that he performed miracles outside, so most people in the country stopped working?"

The servant helplessly avoided His Majesty's excessively excited spit, and calmly said: "Yes, they all went to listen to the teachings of the gods, and lost the mood to work."

"What kind of teaching can make the most diligent people under my rule become lazy!"

De Istra turned around anxiously, shouting in disbelief.

The servants looked at each other, but none of them could answer His Majesty's question.

In the end, he clenched his fist in displeasure and said, "No, I want to see it myself!"

Then the servant watched silently as their majesty ran out of the palace swiftly and resolutely. He bent his head from the window and could still see the back of De Istra leaving on horseback.

"is this OK?"

The attendant on the side asked the servant in a low voice, and then fell silent when the other party glanced over.

The servant looked at the white and yellow scenery outside the city, and pressed his heart calmly. Under the thin layer of clothing, there was a silver-plated cross.

"My Lord, though we cannot see you, may your spirit be with us."

He prayed sincerely in his heart.

There are many cross believers who hide their identities like the servants and serve as important officials at all levels of the kingdom. They are all using their strength to protect the persecuted compatriots, and they have never forgotten to sing their Lord.

When De Istra arrived, it was the time when Prosser filled the fields outside the city with flowers under the singing of the crowd.

"Let let! Let let!"

He pushed away those ragged refugees, appeared in front of people with difficulty, and also saw what kind of guy the god who made his subjects not want to work was.

To be honest, it was a bit of a surprise.

D'Istra was swept by the other party's eyes, and the feeling was like jumping into the river with friends in the hottest weather, after a refreshing play.

And although he didn't say it, he was very proud of the blond hair, which should be especially loved by Sunshine.

Because those illusory lights that have no substance are dancing in his hair, which makes him feel like enjoying the same beautiful scenery as the sun.

In short... this is a guy who does not look like a god.

In De Istra's impression, gods always do exaggerated things, and they always plunder the few things in the hands of mortals.

Like his wife, his daughter.

Thinking of this, his eyes became gloomy.

His wife was okay, but she was raped by Zeus and gave birth to a dead baby, and was buried by Hera in the ground outside the city.

But compared to his wife who knew what was going to happen long ago, his daughter really disappeared without a trace.

He didn't know whether it was God who took her away, or something unexpected happened.

Every day, D'Istra is tortured by two thoughts of hope and despair.

He didn't know if he still had hope to believe that his Cassandra was still alive, but he felt that he should give up hope long ago and admit the fact that his daughter should have disappeared and died.

This is completely a tragedy shaped by the gods, and it is no wonder that he hates the gods.

The more he thought about it, the more he hated him, and he acted irrationally. He summoned the soldiers on the edge of the city and surrounded those praying people, including of course the innermost god.

In the eyes full of longing and admiration, there is suddenly a cold and hateful look, as long as the person being watched is not dead, I am afraid they will take a look.

Prosser looked at it naturally, and then found the upright man in his prime, but the old man could already be seen in his brows.

His eyes moved slightly, and he realized in an instant that the hatred between the brows of the other party might also be the hatred for the gods wielding knives.

But he didn't turn his attention to him until the other party interrupted the supposedly solemn requiem ceremony.

Prosser stopped the divine power to appease the soul, and kept sprouting, and the flowers that intended to cover the earth stopped at the position that was about to overflow the edge of the field of vision.

He said to the man, "King of Arendre, I will pardon your sins, so speak your plea in peace."