You will also encounter Shura Field after exile [Greek Mythology]

Moros knew that Prometheus was a hard-working guy, and to be honest, he was a bit too hardworking. He remembered that when he was young, this girl always seemed to have a lot of things to do.

Although he didn't know what she was up to.

"At that time?" The white-haired girl turned her head and smiled, "Actually, I didn't do anything serious."

"I'm testing my own power most of the time." She said softly, "So I also made something very, very afraid to face."

She patted the sheep that had been cleaned by her, then stood up, picked up the scissors, and prepared to cut a dozen branches for the plants she planted.

"That's good." The girl said, admiring her plants for a while, "It's actually not complicated."

Moros chose to pick up a pen to write it down, she showed a surprised expression, and then said that if you really need to write it down, then I have no opinion.

"I won't die." He said, but felt a little guilty for no reason.

He's really not very good at keeping plants.

"Do you mind what that creature says to you?" Moros asked.

"No." The girl shook her head, "If it's a big deal, just run away." She made a gesture, "The world is so big, Europa has a big piece, isn't it enough for me to live on?"

"The thing about the monarch," Moros said softly, "I've heard Isis talk about the ruthlessness he displayed."

"No matter how ruthless a monarch is, he can't control everything." The girl smiled, "Anyway, don't worry about me."

"I was just thinking." Moros shook his head, "It seems that you haven't settled down until today."

"But I didn't actually go too many places." The girl held her chin and thought, "I plan to pick a day with better weather."

"I plan to go west first, to see the white beaches and vineyards in the distance." She said with a smile, "It is said that a great conqueror will be born in the western territory."

"Then to the north, they say there is a beautiful mountain range, and on the other side of the mountain range is a vast and cold land where the humans have blond hair." She laughed, "Same as Apollo and Aphrodite."

"And then to the north, there are dense forests and schools of fish, and glaciers in winter." She said softly, "Tall clouds like mountains and blue glaciers."

The black-haired young man was silent for a while, and then said, "I plan to teach you how to draw."

"And send it to me," he said.

"I tried my best." The girl smiled.

"You wait for a while." Moros said, turned and walked into the house. After a while, he came out with a beautiful wooden box. He pushed the lid of the box, and there was a bright light for a moment Spill out from within.

"This is?" The girl stretched out her hand with great interest, and picked up the feather. It was fiery red, with a golden color as bright as the sun.

"It's called Phoenix, and mortals call it a phoenix," he said softly. "It can be reborn from the ashes endlessly."

"This is a gift from Helios when he was still in power." Moros smiled. "The nib is gold-plated, and I have always liked it."

"Take it with you," he said softly.

The girl looked into his eyes, and after a while, she nodded, "If I lose it, will you kill me?"

"Yes." Moros laughed, "Even if I chase you to the ends of the earth, I will find you and make you responsible."

"That's really scary." She said with a smile, took the box over, and played with it in her hand, "I'll squeeze another one, you shouldn't be able to see it."

"I knew you would give a gift, I said goodbye to you last time." The girl said heartlessly, and put the box in her pocket.

She had very little luggage, and she looked like a naturalist who was about to go out for an outing. She only brought a thick notebook, a pen, and a bottle of ink. Moros saw her trying to put a pot in it.

But it felt like it was a bit heavy, so she finally decided to hang it aside, and then stuffed two changes of clothes into it.

"It's time to do as the Romans do." She said with a smile, sealed the package, and put it on her back to try it out, "This pot, alas." She let out a sigh, "But I think I have to take it with me."

"Actually, it's okay." Moros weighed his hands, "I think you lack exercise."

"Your words are getting worse and worse." The girl said dissatisfiedly. She stretched out her hand and touched the goat's head. "I put all the dried things in the room on the far side."

"Honey better eat quickly," she said, with a smile. Moros nodded, helped her carry the pot, and walked out, walking down the long stairs to the ground step by step.

"Wait a minute." Hearing a voice behind them, the two stood still and turned their heads. Tartarus climbed up the steps, expressing that it was too much for his old and disrepaired body to chase people on the steps. It's been hard work.

He took out a small paper bag from his pocket.

"This is from Typhon." He gasped.

Prometheus took the paper package, she knew what it was.

Those were Typhon's teeth.

"He said that if you take this with you when you go out, all the monsters will treat you with three points of courtesy."

Tartarus was still panting, "I personally assure you that it will definitely be useful."

"Isn't he in pain?" the girl couldn't help asking.

"To be honest." Tartarus showed a little guilt on his face, "I seem to have forgotten to install this for him."

The girl sighed softly and glanced at Moros.

The dark-haired youth nodded.

She wrapped her teeth carefully and placed them at the bottom of her bag.

"He said he was looking forward to your performance, and he might be arrested someday." Tartaros finally calmed down a bit.

The girl rolled her eyes and smiled.

"I try to make something big."

"That would be great," Tartarus praised, "otherwise I would be too lonely."

"Prometheus."

The white-haired girl stood still, she turned her head and blinked her purple eyes, "What's the matter, is Zeus looking for me?"

The Goddess of War let out a sigh and turned her head away.

"No." Athena said, "I just saw that you seemed to be going out."

"I thought I could sneak in." The girl said with a smile.

"Zeus is now busy looking at the great achievements of the conqueror named Alexander, and imagining the power and glory of moving the capital, and he almost forgot about you." Athena said, "You have found a good time."

"Take this." Athena untied her knife from her waist and handed it to the girl, "I'm away from home."

"I'm too embarrassed to use something as good as yours to peel fruit." The girl showed a relaxed smile.

"Would you like to peel fruit or chop wood, I have no opinion." Athena said softly, she never looked at Prometheus's face, "You must know something, don't you?"

"Okay." The girl replied.

"Will we meet in the future?" Athena asked.

The girl stopped, she thought for a while, seemed to be deducing something, then she smiled and said firmly, "Yes."

"Is that so?" Athena smiled, she didn't wear any magnificent dress today, she looked like the little girl when they were still playing in the mountains and forests for many, many years.

"Apollo gave you this." Athena said, and took out a map from her pocket. "He said he drew it himself, but I don't believe it's accurate. Try it."

"Okay." Prometheus took it, folded it, and put it away.

"The shoes Hermes gave you." Athena said, "It is said that they are very difficult to break."

She gave another paper package to the white-haired girl, "and the comb Aphrodite gave you. She said it can change the color of your hair. White hair is too conspicuous."

"Thank you." Prometheus showed an almost unbelievable expression, "I thought I had offended you once."

"Isn't this beating gongs and drums to send off the plague god?" Athena said with a smile.

The white-haired girl also laughed, and she stuffed the things into her bag, which fortunately didn't take up too much space, "Will someone give me a lighter pot?" She murmured in a low voice.

"The gods don't need to cook for themselves," Athena said righteously.

The white-haired girl said that you won, and I won't be able to say anything to refute for a while.

She waved her hand and turned around, "Then I'm leaving."

She walked forward step by step, today's weather is good, the sun hangs high above the sky, everything is illuminated brilliantly and translucently.

The girl suddenly heard a voice behind her.

"I believe in you." Athena said. She turned her head and saw the goddess standing on the high ground. The wind blew her long hair. wave.

In fact, all the gods understood the meaning of the girl's departure.

The day the Prophet departed from his native land.

What exactly does that mean.

Although the pinnacle of their glory was still ahead, that girl was the first bird to wake up and the first flower to bloom, and most of the gods knew it well, no one could keep her in captivity, no cage could trap her.

Some gods even secretly had certain expectations for her in their hearts, hoping that she would live a different life from others, because what she originally wanted was also different from them.

She will have something of her own.

Who can not yearn for such an unknown future.

This goddess, she is the most dangerous thought prisoner in this world. She is an immortal bird of freedom. No matter whether it is captivity or coercion, her wings can't be diminished.

"I believe in you." Athena said loudly, "I believe that you can go farther and see a bigger world."

"I also believe in you. Although you have lost a lot, you will get better."

Although every step is a road no one has traveled.

But there must be a glorious future ahead.

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