To be king [Greek mythology]

Mitheus.

Hercules didn't think it would be a problem to go on like this, and he hoped to get the help of this wise and kind saint.

In return, perhaps he would be able to free the Father of Men from his present shackles.

It took him a long time to find the highest mountain, and he was not far from the top.

Thurps sat in the shade of the rock, quietly recalling how much information Prometheus had learned from his reactions and actions along the way.

The more I think about it, the more I feel like I will be abused.

Thinking of Thurpus giving up the treatment altogether in the end - Prometheus would be able to guess that he was a prophet if he died anyway.

Excluding the prophet will always be regarded as a thorn in the side of some gods, in fact, this identity is still very useful in fooling people.

After all, prophets are indeed symbols of glory and wisdom.

Thurps felt that since his identity as a prophet had already been confirmed by Prometheus, he might as well take advantage of it.

But once it is really used, the development of things in the future may be completely uncontrollable.

Surpus reached out and stroked Typhon's Fang hanging around his neck, and turned his head slightly to look in the direction of the movement.

Hercules thought he would see a god in a state of distress.

Instead, he saw a boy.

Thurps looked at the young man who appeared in front of his eyes. Except for the handsome face with deep outlines, he was not much different from ordinary warriors in figure and skin color.

Overall... quite disappointed.

Hercules glanced around, and his gaze finally fell back on Surpus. He looked at Surpus, then at the rock, and asked with some uncertainty, "Are you...?"

"It's not the one you're looking for." Thurpus stood up and patted the dust on his clothes. "Prometheus asked me to wait here. He said that someone might need help."

Hercules paused slightly.

"Let me introduce myself." Thurps walked towards the warrior in front of him.

"I am Hercules, and my goal now is the golden apple."

"I'm Surpus." Surpus looked at the Hercules in front of him blankly, his lips moved slightly, "——a prophet."

Chapter 48

Hello, I am a prophet.

It sounds so cool to say the least.

Surpus licked his lips, looked at Hercules who was a little dazed and didn't seem to react, and took advantage of Prometheus.

He said: "Prometheus is my teacher and asked me to bring him golden apples."

"You need it too?" Hercules was taken aback, looking at the figure in front of him, although it looked quite powerful physically, but once connected with the identity of "prophet", Hercules somehow felt that the power would still be strong. Some deficiencies.

"Yes." Thurpus stopped in front of Hercules and nodded.

The hero is carrying a bow and arrows and a quiver, the quiver is full of arrows, and a dagger is wrapped in cowhide around his waist, with a small part of the dagger handle exposed outside.

Thurps was actually quite impressed with the deeds of Hercules, whose name was so long that he couldn't remember it now.

Because Thurps received the blessing of the priest in Apollo's temple when he was born, so he knew what kind of world he was in from the beginning.

So he memorized as many Greek myths and legends as possible, and kept reviewing them.

Because of this, he was able to say a lot of things smoothly.

Of course, it also includes those deeds of Hercules.

Regarding the fact that Hercules killed Hydra, Thurps was in a delicate mood. After all, Hydra actually helped him. Although it caused trouble later, it was impossible. Erase the help that was given to them.

What's more, Hydra's child, the mongoose, is still by Minos' side.

And that silver wolf is still living happily in the forest of Crete.

Their father died at the hands of Hercules. As a friend, he is still helping Hercules.

The human world is really complicated.

Surpus held such a subtle guilt in his heart, but continued to look at Hercules expressionlessly.

Hercules looked at Thurpus for a while, "What can you do for me?"

Help you eat, sleep and beat Doudou.

Of course Thurps couldn't say that.

He thought for a while and said, "There are quite a lot, for example, now, I can take you out of the Caucasus Mountains."

Hercules, who had been wandering in the Caucasus Mountains for a long time without finding a way out, was stabbed immediately.

He was still in a hurry to find the golden apples.

The Caucasus Mountains are so big, even a person with an excellent sense of direction will not be able to figure out the way out for a while. Hercules needs to cross the Caucasus Mountains, and now he has reached the highest peak in a detour. He couldn't remember how to go.

"Yes." Hercules paused slightly, "Do you know how to get the golden apple?"

Thurps thought for a while, and looked at the Hercules in front of him.

In fact, this hero is quite famous, and the twelve things he was forced to do have probably been completed by now.

It is not easy to handle so many difficulties.

Of course, the golden apple is even more famous.

The reason why Prometheus asked Thurps to follow Hercules was that he wanted him to rub Hercules' name.

For example, the name of the wise man or prophet who "helped Hercules get the golden apple".

In this way, he will be very famous in the entire mythological world, and maybe Zeus will meet him-of course, Surpus feels that in terms of the fact that he saved Prometheus, even if he helped Zeus I really like the child Hercules, and Zeus will not have a good impression of him.

"I know." Thurps nodded, "Come with me."

Hercules looked at Thurpus who was walking to the edge of the cliff, thought for a while, followed, looked down at the deep cliff, and asked, "Where are you going?"

Thurps reached out and grabbed his arm, calmly took a step into the void ahead, and said, "Go west."

Hercules was scared to pee by his relentless action of courting death.

Even if he is Hercules, if he falls from such a high place, he will be turned into a lump of flesh, okay?

"Golden apples are not in the underworld." Hercules' feet seemed to have taken root in the soil, and Thurpus couldn't move him.

"...Are you afraid of death?" Thurps looked at Hercules with a particularly incredible look, "Are you afraid of death?"

This unscientific.

Few of the warriors should be afraid of death—they usually regard death as home, and are always on the front line of finding trouble with various gods and monsters.

That work attitude and diligence are much more dedicated than urban management.

"I'm not afraid of death, but I don't want to meet death in this way." Hercules pointed to the cliff.

Surpus was silent for a while, and faced the Hercules in front of him with a very subtle expression, "But I won't take you off the cliff."

Hercules: ...

Then why are you pulling me to the cliff?

"I'll take you flying," Thurps said.

Hercules felt like he couldn't keep up with Thurps.

Probably the prophet's mind and topics are jumping like this, Hercules thought, otherwise, how could the prophet be so noble and glamorous, with a sense of loneliness that everyone is drunk and I am alone.

No one can understand what is going on in the minds of the prophets.

Ordinary humans and even gods can't understand it.

Hercules thinks that his IQ is still above the average level. If he can't keep up, then most people can't keep up either.

"You can fly?" Hercules looked Thurpus up and down, and finally his eyes stopped on the shoes on his feet.

"From today until we get the golden apple, we will be partners for the time being, Hercules." Surpus took another step towards the cliff, and this time he easily led Hercules, "So, Suspend your doubts and mistrust for now."

Surpus felt that he could not waste Prometheus's good intentions. After conscientiously earning his fame, Surpus felt that he could still work hard.

For example, let Hercules praise him when he mentions him, or become the hero's life mentor or something.

It's a shame to say it out loud.

"Okay." Hercules quickly chose to compromise. This Hercules has been disliked by Hera since he was a child. He has experienced so many things, enough for him to know that bowing his head at the right time is a very correct choice.

Although this prophet came inexplicably, he was sure that the other party was just a human being.

He is not afraid that this human being has evil intentions.

Because for Hercules, killing a human is a matter of minutes.

Just like killing the monsters and gods who disrespected him and challenged him before.

Even the god of war, Ares, he can still beat.

It's just that it's uncomfortable to be held in the air by Thurps' arm. When he turned over and hugged Thurps' waist, he felt that the pulling force on his arm was suddenly reduced, and his body felt much more comfortable.

Thurps turned his head to look at him, against the light, there seemed to be no light in his dark eyes.

It looked creepy.

"You know," Thurps began, "I've never been hugged like that by anyone other than Reaper and . . . "

It was useless to struggle against Thanadus, but he was used to it against Minos.

Thurps felt that he was still very moral, and not everyone could hug this waist.

It's not that he's being hypocritical, it's that in this world where beautiful boys and girls can prostitute