What's wrong with the doctor is so annoying

Anyone who has dabbled in Greek mythology knows that there is a big river named Agron River at the entrance of the underworld. Only when a silver coin is given to the only boatman, Charon, will he be willing to carry the dead across the river, otherwise It will be hung on the bank of the river for a year.This soul ferryman is usually portrayed in literary works, paintings and sculptures as a bearded, ferocious-looking man or an old man, so when Milo saw this thin man rubbing his hands with a flattering expression, he couldn't help but There is a hint of disappointment.

Of course disappointment is disappointment, Milo didn't show it on his face, he just took out a coin from his body, flicked his thumb vigorously, the coin drew a bright silver streak in the air, and landed between his fingers deftly playing with it: "One A golden ball? How did I remember that the fare for crossing the river is only one silver coin, you are a lion."

"Hey hey hey, the guest was joking. That's the price of thousands of years ago. Isn't inflation normal now~" Charon smiled, but his eyes were fixed on the golden saint on Milo's body. Clothes, I can't wait to cut out the eyeballs and put them on it.

Milo felt that this person was a bit interesting: "You still know about inflation? It seems that the underworld is not completely isolated from the outside world as rumored."

"Hey hey hey, in fact, the rumors are not true. Most of the residents of the underworld really have no interest in the world of the living, let alone talk to the gods in the sky. But, as you can see, my job is to keep the undead Send it to the other side, even if I plug my ears, I can't stop myself from hearing the complaints of the newly dead~" Charon sneered, "At least half of the people who were sent across the river not long ago were complaining The land is too expensive, and I didn’t save enough money to pay off the mortgage until I died.”

Milo raised his eyebrows: "What about the other half?"

Charon laughed loudly and knocked on the side of the boat, and there was a dull sound of metal collisions, which caused ripples on the river surface to spread out round and round: "Of course it is complaining that the cemetery where the dead sleep is also rising with the tide--Okay, guest, you delay It's been long enough, seeing you are in a hurry, in order not to waste our time, see...is it time to get on the boat?"

Milo snorted softly, and threw the silver coin over. Charon caught it in a hurry and stuffed it into his helmet. He wanted to say something, but Milo stepped into the boat with his long legs and sat down. When he got down, he acted as if he didn't plan to move: "That's the deposit. You have to guarantee that I will be transported to the other side of the river safely, so that I can make up the balance for you."

Charon rolled his eyes, and then jumped onto the rower's seat with a smile on his face, picked up the oars and pushed hard, and the willow leaf-shaped boat immediately moved away from the river bank, leaving the whimpering undead behind. Like a sharp knife cutting through the flowing water and advancing rapidly, the two waves rolled up along the boat even made the passing water ghosts turn over.

Milo freed an arm to lean on the side of the boat to support his chin, and asked, "Did you see anyone else near the Agron River besides me?"

Charon shook his head very positively: "How can someone as conspicuous as you be everywhere on the street? I can swear by thousands of years of work experience, and I saw you today!"

"Is that so..." Milo took a deep breath to calm down the anxiety in his heart, and then continued in a calm tone: "Actually, you can tell that I am a living person, right? Charon in the myth does not allow living people to enter the underworld." , Has this rule become obsolete with the passage of time?"

"Hey, I'm the only one doing this job, of course I have the final say on the rules." Charon's eyes through the goggles showed a cold light, "Besides, it doesn't matter if you are still alive now, After a while, I will naturally become a dead person. I am just a boatman in charge of collecting money for extradition. It is the job of other underworld fighters to clean up you. Would you like others to take his credit~"

After hearing these words, Milo narrowed his eyes slightly, and the nails of the index finger of his left hand hanging by his side had stretched silently, stained with scarlet, which symbolizes poison.

Charon felt that the atmosphere was not right, so he shrank back quickly, and said in a flattering tone: "Don't get excited, if you do it here, it's no big deal to kill me, and it will be troublesome if the boat capsizes, after all, I'm the only one who understands Those who head in the right direction on the other side~"

"...Hmph, then you just concentrate on rowing your boat and don't rush into the fire." Milo withdrew his attack intention, stared at the vast water surface and concentrated on searching for traces of the small universe of other golden saints - according to the previous plan, everyone should They acted together, but as soon as they landed, they found that everyone was separated. After wandering around for a long time, they followed the undead to the Agron River. I don't know how the other people are doing?Where is Athena now?

What a bad start...

Due to Miro's aura, Charon didn't dare to talk fast, but he was a person who couldn't keep his mouth shut. After paddling for a long time, he was really bored, and started talking about the underworld again. Many ancient legends, Milo didn't stop him, just listened to the old gossip all the way.

"The master of the underworld can be any god, but not everyone can do the work of extradition!" Charon boasted with saliva splashing, "This is the great goddess of the night Nick and the equally great god of the night Eri The function Persia gave me, although staying in the Agron River all year round is a bit boring, unlike Aether (the god of space) and Hemera (goddess of the day) who can wander outside, but compared to entrenched in the depths of the underworld Those brothers and sisters who are not easy to mess with, it is safer to get along with these harmless undead~"

Miro was finally aroused a little interest: "I heard that the twin gods are also descendants of Nix, so why are they the only ones who can follow Hades to live in the Pure Land of Elysium? Are their functions more important than other titan gods?"

There was a trace of disdain on Charon's face: "Well, it dates back to the end of the Titan War - Nix's children have never been bought by anyone, except for empowering their mother. So when the new successor god King Zeus asked them to stay in the underworld only when they could not go out to harm sentient beings, and a protracted war broke out."

"But~ There are also a few gods who think that there is nothing wrong with accepting the rule of the new generation, so they fell to Mount Olympus at the height of the war. The advantage of betraying their own race is that they don't have to end up like the defeat in the Titan War The same ending as the previous one—to be thrown into the depths of Tartarus and sealed forever, until complete demise.”

Milo snorted softly: "It seems that the twin gods are one of those guys who betrayed their own race."

Charon counted on his fingers: "There were actually quite a few Titan gods who turned against them back then. Apart from the twin gods, the more famous ones include Eris, the goddess of strife and discord, and Nagi, the goddess of victory... Tsk tsk, in fact, they all It doesn't matter! Anyway, there should be no survivors on the entire Mount Olympus now. Who told them to offend His Majesty Hades? After death, they can't even enter the Hades, and the only ending is to be lost."

Milo was startled. Does this mean that the other protoss have completely disappeared?

"Bang!"

A crisp collision sound interrupted Charon's eloquent talk, and the two of them froze for a moment. Charon quickly stirred the water surface with a paddle, and a white irregular hard object could barely be seen in the turbulent turbid water waves. In the ups and downs, he changed his posture holding the handle of the oar, fished the thing out of the water and threw it into the cabin, squinting his eyes to distinguish carefully: "Hey, what is this? A stone? It shouldn't be, on the Agron River. Not even a feather can float up, even if there is a stone, it will sink to the bottom long ago..."

Milo reached out and pressed the white stone for a few seconds, his face changed suddenly: "This is ice!"

"Ah?" Charon looked bewildered, "Although the temperature around here is a bit shady and cool, it is far from freezing to the point where the river water freezes. How could there be ice..."

Milo directly interrupted his chatter: "Which direction is the ice drifting from? Get closer to that side immediately! Go!!!"

Charon turned around in a hurry, and still complained: "I know, I know, what are you yelling, you are not deaf..."

Under the control of Charon, the boat turned a corner nimbly and went straight to the direction where the ice cubes came. Soon, more and more large and small ice floes appeared on the river surface, and many water ghosts came from all directions. Hugging over and holding on to the ice floe, it was soon wrapped up three layers inside and three layers outside and sank.

Miro quickly noticed that even without the tossing of the water ghosts, those larger pieces of ice floes were soaked in the water of the Styx, and cracks would soon appear on the edges, and then ruptured to form many small pieces of ice floes, peeling off the main body and shaking. drift away leisurely.The small boat rowed forward, and the ice floe passing by in front of me was so large that it exceeded the concept of ice floe. It looked like small icebergs floating on the sea, and the wide river surface was squeezed into only a few narrow gaps. , barely enough for a boat to pass through.

Charon was speechless with astonishment, for the first time in thousands of years he saw such a spectacle on the waters of the Agron River.

Milo stood up and began to burn his own small universe. When the boat swayed across a piece of ice, he regained his expression, raised his voice and shouted: "Camus! This way!"

Charon was so frightened by his voice that he almost fell into the water, and hurriedly supported the upturned decoration of the ship to stabilize his figure.

Soon, a golden figure emerged from the glacier far away, and rushed towards the direction of the boat at an extremely fast speed, and soon Charon saw the face of the other party clearly. He was also a young man wearing a golden holy garment, with a stone blue color. His long hair was flying in all directions in the wind and snow, but his complexion was very bad, with a faint layer of grayish green.

Milo jumped directly onto the ice, rushed to Camus in a few steps and pulled him into the boat: "Okay, sit down and ask him to take us across the river."

Charon suddenly reacted and protested: "Hey, you only gave the boat fare for one person before! I won't take the person who came halfway!"

Milo raised his eyes and stared at him, the corners of his eyes were already full of evil spirits, Charon faltered for a second, picked up the oars and started to turn around: "Okay, okay, I know you guys can't be provoked, so if you take one more, you can take one more." Bar……"

Milo didn't want to argue with this guy any more, he reached out and touched Camus' forehead, and frowned: "What's going on? Your body temperature is abnormally low, have you met an enemy?"

"...No." Camus coughed, "When I regained consciousness, I found myself soaked in water, and there were many water ghosts around trying to drag me to a deeper place, so I burned the small universe and froze the surrounding area. I climbed up directly from the area, but I didn't expect...ahem...I didn't expect the river to be so wide, I walked all the way on the frozen water for a long time and felt like I was still spinning in place until I saw you."

Milo laughed: "You don't mean to freeze the entire Agron River if you really can't find your way?"

Camus froze for a moment: "This body of water is the Agron River? That's no wonder."

Charon, who was paddling in a row, couldn't help but sneered: "Even if you really have the ability to freeze the river completely, you won't be able to find the right direction, you'll just die of exhaustion."

Camus looked up at the other party: "Why?"

"Isn't that simple?" Charon proudly raised his oar and tapped on the side of the boat, "Because this uncle is the only ferryman allowed to shuttle back and forth on the Agron River! In this place full of forbidden spells and enchantments Above the waters, only my eyes can see the correct direction, even if you humans go around in circles here forever, it is useless!"

Milo frowned, but he knew in his heart that a conflict in this kind of place might cause his comrades to get lost together, so he could only hide his dissatisfaction in his heart, and quickly recovered his composure.

But soon he couldn't calm down, because Camus's physical condition was declining at a speed visible to the naked eye. At first, he could sit up straight with the help of the boat, but it didn't take long before he fell limply in the cabin, his face covered The grey-green layer is more obvious.

"Hey, Kamiao, are you really..." Milo was about to speak, but Kamiao suddenly bounced up like an electric shock and threw herself on the side of the boat to vomit. Suddenly, an extremely unpleasant stench filled the air, and Milo rushed forward. Going up to help pat his back, he stretched his neck to see that what Camus spit out was muddy river water, and there seemed to be something wriggling and struggling inside, which was extremely disgusting.

"Tsk tsk tsk, what a pity." Charon pinched his nose with one hand, "I don't know how many water ghosts' resentment and curses have gathered in the water of the Styx, you will soon become their kind gone."

Milo snapped, "Shut up!"

But this time, Charon completely lost his previous timidity, and replaced it with a kind of taunt like watching a show, raised his paddle and pointed forward: "Okay, don't make faces with me, hurry up and go ashore! Going forward and crossing the Plain of Truth, you will find the trial court where the three judges are, but..." He looked up and down at Camus, who was being held up by Milo, and there was a smirk at the corner of his mouth, "Your moves are the best!" Be quick, otherwise, your companion who drank a lot of water from the Styx River will become a real undead, hahaha!"

After jumping ashore with Camus, the boat rowed back almost instantly, and disappeared into the thick fog covering the river with Charon's creepy laughter.

"Are you really okay?" Milo glanced down at his friend who still had an ugly face, but Camus pushed him away, reached out and wiped the unknown objects left at the corner of his mouth, expressionless: "It's okay, those things have been spit out , hurry up."

Milo followed him all the way to the direction of the trial court with complicated emotions, and his intuition told him that what happened to Camus must not be so simple, but at the moment he can't think of a possible reason, so he can only temporarily ignore it.

The two people who were busy on the road didn't notice that a small soil bump was suddenly raised on the roadside soil layer, and then a small golden head poked out. The snake letter hissed and stretched a few times, and then the whole snake pierced He came out and quickly followed their pace.

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Charon: "It's broken! I forgot to collect the final payment for the ferry fare..."