To be king [Greek mythology]

After months of accumulation of cognition and hard work, there is no way to reverse Minos' cognition with a few words.

On the contrary, a bad one will make Minos think that he is not satisfied with his efforts.

Thurps always thought he knew Minos well.

Only now did he realize how wrong he was.

After discovering this error, he couldn't find the reason for this error.

He didn't even know what he had done wrong to make Minos crooked like this.

Minos is the future king of Crete.

Thurps covered his face and felt that the reality was simply cruel. How did the strict, excellent, and virtuous King of Crete in the legend become so crooked?

When Surpus and Minos pulled him back to the shore, he never figured out what was wrong in the past eight years.

"What are you thinking?" Minos looked at Surpus and waved his hand in front of his eyes.

"Miss you." Thurpus paused, but didn't explain anything, let go of Minos' hand, glanced at Thanadus, and walked towards the temple.

Minos was stunned for a while, looking down at his hands, but the smile that rose from the corner of his mouth could not be suppressed no matter what.

Minos never gave up on pursuing Thurpus. He knew that he was special to Thurpus—but not in the way he hoped.

Thurpus had never accepted his affection, which made Minos feel quite uneasy even though he knew that he had a special place in Thurpus' heart, especially when there was a high priest robbing him.

But now the competitiveness of the chief priest is stronger.

The god of death, this identity alone is enough to make Minos daunting.

But Minos didn't have the intention of retreating, at most he would pay attention not to face Thanadus head-on in the future.

Thanadus looked at Thurpus's back, raised his eyebrows, and after a few words with the priests around him, he followed.

It was noon.

Thurps sat in the high priest's room, silently swallowing the food in his mouth under Thanadus' gaze.

"Minos went to Netherland, what can he do?" Thurps asked.

"I don't know, it's not me who made such a decision, but my mother god." Danados rested his chin, holding the bread in his mouth in a shapeless manner, "He will be connected to the Netherland by my elder brother."

Thurpus didn't know what connection Minos had with Hades when he was alive, except that he would become the judge of Hades in the future.

Legends are always vague, and Thurps also knows that his appearance will inevitably affect the development of the historical process-in fact, it has already been affected.

Legend has it that Radamandis was once the king of Crete, and Minos came from behind.

But judging from the current urine nature, it is impossible for Radamandis to ascend to the throne of Crete.

Of course, now is the chance.

If Minos had not returned from Hades before Radamandis came of age, or before the death of the current King of Crete, then Radamandis would have been on the throne instead of Minos.

"...Then me?" Thurps looked up at Thanadus.

The God of Death was showing a bright smile at Thurpus that didn't fit his priesthood and position at all.

"...You sent me to Olympus?" Thurps choked, and the deep sense of powerlessness he had faced with Hydra before surfaced again.

Always feel like a pit.

"Believe me, I'm much gentler than Hypnos." Thanadus said, puffing out his chest to match the expression on his face, which looked particularly...unreliable.

"No matter how you look at it, it should be reversed." Thurps still couldn't help expressing his worries, "Hypnos worked for Zeus in Olympus anyway."

Although he turned his face later, his understanding of Olympus is solid.

As for the god of death, his arrival will probably only displease the gods on Mount Olympus who favor light and life.

"Huh." Thanadus looked at Thurps in surprise, "How do you know, it happened hundreds of years ago."

Thurps knew that he had made a slip of the tongue, so he shut his mouth immediately. Instead of answering Thanadus' question, he asked, "When are we leaving?"

"Within three days." Thanadus replied, but still looked at Thurps thoughtfully.

No matter how you look at it, you are an ordinary human being.

From the body to the soul - the only special place is the teeth and tendons of Typhon on the neck.

But Thurpus knew what happened hundreds of years ago.

You must know that although there are very few secrets among the gods, it is quite difficult for human beings to touch the world of the gods.

It is impossible for a human being to know that his elder brother has worked for Olympus and then came to Hades.

This is not normal.

What's more, this happened hundreds of years ago.

Thurps was silent for a while, and turned his head to glance at the sky outside.

"Then tonight."

Die early and rebirth early, leave early and come back early.

Thurps rose, and said good-bye to Thanadus.

He does remember the secrets of many gods, but he doesn't know the timeline—things that happened hundreds of years ago are fine, if he accidentally mentions things that haven't happened yet...

Gee.

Thurpus left the temple and looked up at the cloudless sky.

In this mythical world, none of the prophets and prophets came to a good end.

Especially when this prophet and prophet is still a human being who can be squeezed to death by the gods.

When Thurpus found Miledus, he was talking to Sarpedon.

Thurps stopped in his tracks. He had no intention of spying on his brother and his friends... or that it would become a little secret between lovers in the future.

"Brother!" Miledus spotted him almost the moment he stopped, because the mongoose was lying at his feet, and rushed over.

The appearance of two very similar beautiful boys with a bright smile and slightly raised lips looking at each other is quite pleasing to the eye, even Sarpedon, who doesn't like Thurpus very much, has to admit this.

"Miledus, I have to leave Crete for a while soon." Thurpus raised his hand and rubbed Miledus' head, letting the already grown mongoose climb onto his shoulder and hang it on his shoulder.

"Leave?" Miredus was stunned, "Are you going back to Attica?"

"No." Surpus shook his head in denial, but did not tell Miledus his destination, "Minos will leave too."

"Where are you going?" Miller immediately became anxious—he never thought that he would be left behind after the reunion, "Can't you take me?"

"Probably not, I suppose," sighed Thurps. "I'll be back as soon as possible, Miredus."

"As soon as possible?" Miredus repeated the word and was stunned for a while, "Are you not sure when you will be back? Brother."

"...Yes." Thurps was a little surprised at his brother's sharpness, but nodded honestly.

"Why can you take Minos but not me?" The smile on Miredus' face disappeared, biting his lower lip as if he was about to cry, "Is Minos more important than me, brother? "

"Minos and I don't go to the same place." Thurps paused, but still didn't reveal anything more, "Take care of yourself, Miredus, you've grown up, and you have to adapt to the life without your brother." Life, I can't be by your side forever."

"I thought we were going back to Attica!" Myledus raised his voice. "I don't belong to Crete, and you want to keep me here!"

"There is no Attica anymore, and there is no Syreis." Thurpus lowered his voice, and his face was a little ugly. "What exists now is Athens, and we don't have enough strength to take it down!"

"You can't leave me here alone!" Miledus cried - he never regarded Crete as his home, and the feeling of being dependent on others is really uncomfortable, even Sarpedon and Radaman Diss was nice to him.

If Thurpus had not been with him, Miredus would rather live in the forest with the wolves than in Crete.

"I'll be back." Thurpus sighed, reaching out his hand to gently wipe away the tears on Miredus's face, "Believe me, I never lied to you, I will do what I say, be obedient, huh?"

Miredus avoided Thurpus' hand, bit his lower lip and remained silent.

Thurps looked at Miledus silently, lowered his eyes and withdrew his hands, "I'm leaving tonight."

After speaking, he turned and left Miledus who stood still and Sarpedon who watched the whole process.

Miledus knelt down and buried his head in his knees, and Sarpedon knelt down beside him.

"Brother doesn't want me anymore." Miledus said in a muffled voice, "Does he think I'm useless so he doesn't take me away?"

"Surpus is only away for a while, you can take it as he is out hunting." Sarpedon comforted, "Now is not the time to lose his temper, you know, he will leave at night."

Miledus paused, "He won't take me away."

"Maybe it's dangerous."

"Danger is dangerous to everyone. In the final analysis, I am not strong enough." Miledus wiped away the tears on his face and stood up. "I will go to Paieris."

Sarpedon was taken aback, "What are you going to do?"

"I want to be a warrior." Miredus pursed his lips, "When I become stronger, my brother will take me with me everywhere."

Sarpedon was silent.

"We can't go on like this, Sarpedon." Miredus pulled Sarpedon up, "Your two brothers are so good, if you don't