To be king [Greek mythology]

Mind to add a little trouble to the gods of the trial platform.

So it went straight to the judgment stand with the leaf full of Thurps breath in its mouth without any psychological pressure.

If you have the ability, Hercules goes there and beats it!

The meerkat didn't even look behind it, and after entering the range of the trial platform, it was a little faster.

Hercules also noticed the sudden change in the surrounding atmosphere, and raised his vigilance in his heart, but he never slowed down.

Judgment stand.

After Themis noticed Hades' divine power response from the city of the dead behind her, she ignored the movement outside and continued to quietly interrogate the undead.

They have to be efficient, otherwise everything in the world will be messed up.

"Minos." Themis said suddenly.

"En?" Minos stopped interrogating and looked up at Themis, "What's wrong?"

"It's not just for this reason that you came to Netherland, right?" Themis said indifferently, and glanced at the dead souls kneeling under the judgment seat meaningfully.

"...Yes." Minos was silent for a while, "I came here to become stronger, and there are things I want to do."

Themis turned her head to look at Minos for a while, and finally nodded, "When the commotion subsides, you come with me."

Minos was stunned for a moment, and understood Themis' voice-over, and a look of joy appeared on his face, which had rarely changed his expression since entering the Netherland.

Themis withdrew her gaze, continued to keep a straight face, then suddenly frowned, and shook the scale tightly in her hand.

The sound of heavy objects being knocked to the ground came from the door.

Minos looked up at the entrance of the hall, where a young man was rubbing his nose and getting up with a bitter face.

The mongoose jumped in and landed on his lap, put down the thing it was holding in its mouth, and held it in its hands.

Hercules felt his internal organs shifted by the shock.

He glanced at the young man who was holding the mongoose, looking at each other seriously and trying to snatch the three leaves of paper that the mongoose was clinging to, and hesitantly glanced at the entrance of the Judgment Hall, but did not go in.

Of course Hercules would not give up, so he chose to stand at the door and shout: "Your pet took my things, please return it to me?"

"..." Minos looked up at him, "Is this your thing?"

"It's...someone asked me to pass it on." Hercules knew where it was after seeing the Furies and the Justice, and he immediately stopped talking nonsense, "So please return it to me. "

"It's Thurpus stuff." Only Thurpus stuff would make a mongoose like that.

"Huh? Are you Minos?" Hercules was stunned, and looked at Minos carefully, "Are you actually dead?"

"..." Minos didn't answer his stupid question, he managed to snatch the thing off the mongoose's paw, unfolded it carefully, and asked casually, "What is this?"

"Thurps said it was a love letter." Hercules said sourly.

Minos looked quite happy-it was enough for him to be happy for a long time to get Thurpus to say such a thing.

After all, Thurps has never expressed his love for him outright.

The teenager sitting on the judge's seat ignored the behavior of the undead and did not dissatisfy the Goddess of Justice and the Goddess of Nemesis, because they knew that Minos had always been meticulous in his work attitude.

Occasional sneaking can be forgiven.

Minos tossed and read the three leaves of paper several times, his expression unpredictable.

After a while, he said, "This is a love letter from Thurps? Are you sure?"

"Of course I am sure!" Hercules was absolutely sure.

Minos didn't speak anymore, and he read the contents of these leaves of paper again.

In the end, he silently folded it and put it away, and continued to interrogate the undead expressionlessly.

Hercules stood outside the palace gate, stunned for a moment, "Are you not happy to receive the love letter?"

"I'm glad," said Minos.

Of course I was happy to receive the love letter.

But whose love letter is an autobiographical travelogue? !

Chapter 66

"Thank you for sending it here." Minos finally calmed down and thanked Hercules.

He also believed more and more that Thurps was really a prophet, otherwise how would he know that Hercules was coming to Hades.

Just the thought that I wasn't the first to know made me feel a little uncomfortable.

The first person to know was the one who sent him the letter. After thanking Hercules, Minos felt a little complicated.

He wanted to know far more than what was written in the letter in his hand. He wanted to know how Thurpus was doing recently, and what Hera said about going to Sparta to be king.

Minos has never been confident about whether he can keep Thurpus. He knows that what attracts Thurpus and keeps Thurpus is the power of the city-state in his hands.

But there is no doubt that Sparta's combat effectiveness is much higher than that of Crete. If it weren't for the vast ocean between Sparta and Crete, Minos would have no doubt that Sparta would have been defeated by Sparta long ago. to Crete.

Minos was very worried, after gaining the power of Sparta, how much weight he had in Thurpus' heart.

Thinking of this, Minos pursed his lips and looked a little dull.

"You're welcome."

Hercules didn't understand why his rival still kept a straight face after receiving Thurps' love letter.

It's just plain jealous and incomprehensible.

But even though Minos' full expectation was punctured and shriveled by Thurps' so-called "love letter", Minos still treasured the three chapters of leaves.

The mongoose is not touched either.

The meerkat howled at him.

Minos gave it a cold look.

The meerkat is still howling.

Minos ignored it. Anyway, he couldn't beat the mongoose, and there was nothing he could do except ignore it.

This is a sad story.

The goddess of justice cast her eyes on the snake mongoose, the snake mongoose trembled all over, and immediately fell silent.

Hercules was stunned for a moment, turned his gaze, and looked at Themis who was holding a scale beside Minos with a calm face, and realized that the real master was not the one who couldn't see anything special but sat on the master seat. The rival in love, but the goddess of justice.

Hercules stared at the Lady Justice for quite a while, but unfortunately she didn't even give him a look.

Hercules knew that the pseudo-godhead was not worth mentioning in the eyes of the real gods. If he died, he would only give Zeus who gave him the pseudo-godhead a face and give a little help when he encountered difficulties and asked for help.

It is impossible to really have a good face or to be treated equally.

Hercules had already had such a self-awareness, so he didn't feel anything, and suffered a lot from the cold reception, but he still had to stick to those gods.

Otherwise, how could he get the news that ordinary people couldn't ask for help?

Hercules has always been thick-skinned.

He turned his head to look at the undead who had no pressure in and out of the gate of the judgment seat hall, stretched out his hand, and touched an invisible barrier unexpectedly.

But it doesn't matter.

His love letter has already been delivered with his help, just turn around and take away Cerberus who was tied up at the gate of Hades.

Hercules, who originally wanted to try to build a good relationship with the Lady Justice, touched his nose. Except for Minos, who was a little better, no one gave this hard-working postman a good look.

Because the way he showed up was so disrespectful.

Hercules shrugged, didn't say anything more, turned around and took a step.

As a result, as soon as he took the step, the roar he heard not long ago came from the city of death behind the judgment seat.

Hercules was taken aback.

Isn't that the roar of Cerberus?

While Hercules was in a daze, Hermes hurried over with a slightly embarrassed expression on his face.

Just as Hercules was about to speak, Hermes raised his hand to explain. The god with the priesthood of extradition of dead souls was full of embarrassment: "I saw you left, so I turned back to look at Cerberus... "

"Then look away from Cerberus?" Hercules rolled his eyes.

Hermes touched his nose and laughed dryly, "I'm just curious, I haven't touched Cerberus yet."

What's so good about that scary-looking thing?

Hercules heard the roar from the city of the dead, which was more frightening and full of anger than the previous roar.

The reason why Hercules was able to easily deal with Cerberus before was because the three-headed dog hadn't woken up from being hypnotized by Hypnos' divine power.

Hercules didn't spend too much effort to subdue it. He more or less guessed that Cerberus was probably in a bad state, so he just took this opportunity to subdue Cerberus.

If it wasn't for the love letter, Hercules felt that he might have picked up the bargain and left with Cerberus.

But unfortunately there is no if.

Hercules didn't feel too annoyed by the news Hermes brought. In his eyes, taking Pluto's pet away would not be a simple matter. If Hades was willing to give Zeus a face and let him It's okay to take Cerberus away. If he doesn't let it go, Hercules is also ready to face a tough battle at any time.

Hercules didn't say anything more. He glanced at the hall of the judgment seat, bypassed the hall, and went straight to the city of death behind him.

"Is it okay to let him pass?" Minos asked, looking up.

Themis raised her eyelids and glanced at the direction he was leaving, shook her head, looked back and said nothing.

Minos didn't ask any more questions, just touched the crumpled leaf paper in his arms, pursed his lips and smiled slightly, and continued