greek gods in new york

04

The new transfer student could be the Norse god Loki.

Unlike other old gods, he can still use the power of gods.

He framed me with the power of a god!

Sitting outside the dean's office, I felt aggrieved.

Rocky beat the man, and the crime fell on me.Moreover, he is too much!

Although I often have the urge to beat Catherine's followers, violence is not advisable, and it is wrong to let girls see blood anyway.

I can't tell Dean Miss Smith that it wasn't me who did it, but the new transfer student who did it with supernatural power—she'll send me straight to a mental hospital, okay?

"Your parents, please," began Miss Smith sternly. "This is too much, Miss Hawke."

And my dad, Ares, won't be home until next week.Miss Smith went through my files and called my godfather, Fernando, directly.

"No offense, Miss Smith," I said listlessly, "when you see my godfather . . . please don't be surprised."

Miss Smith, however, misunderstood my words.

She raised her eyebrows: "Are you threatening me, Miss Hawke?"

Ok.

Presumably she has dealt with so many similar incidents, and her parents have seen all kinds of weird things.Probably mistakenly thought that I was implying that my godfather was powerful and powerful, and she couldn't afford to mess with it.

"It's not like that, Miss Smith," I tried to clarify, "I—you'll know when he comes."

Then Fernando personally proved that what I said was completely out of good intentions.

two hours later.

Even though I reminded her, Miss Smith was still shocked when Fernando's 1.9-meter figure walked into the dean's office.

In Meryl's words, my godfather, Fernando Rodriguez, is like a South American drug lord that would appear in a Netflix series, the kind that can make local officials shudder with a look.

He had the face of a typical Latino man, somewhere between Hispanic and Indian features.Eyebrows and hair grow wantonly in the rough face, and the figure is tall and strong.After entering the door, he silently nodded at me first, and then took a step forward.With a limp, Fernando walked to the desk with slow but menacing steps.

Fernando pulled out the chair and sat down.

He still looked like he couldn't wake up. Fernando always seemed to be unable to wake up. Every time he saw him, he seemed to have just woken up after a whole night of drinking.

Today he came to Changjie Middle School for me, and he has cleaned himself up as much as possible.

His thick, thick hair was pulled back, his beard was carefully trimmed, and he even wore a beige suit.But the well-groomed look can't stop the experience and mystery in his face that has been ravaged by wind, sand and violence.

It looked like he was about to pull out his gun from under his suit at any time.

Miss Smith... Miss Smith opened her mouth, but did not dare to speak.

"I'm sorry, ma'am."

Instead, Fernando took off his sunglasses and spoke first.

Contrary to his murderous, sharp and powerful temperament, Fernando's baritone voice is very gentle, which is enough to show that he must have been romantic when he was young.

It's just that when he leaned forward slightly, this tenderness faintly turned into a different kind of threat.

"Is my Nicole bothering the school?" he asked.

Miss Smith, who has always been strict and cruel, dared not even breathe.

The result of the final discussion was a one-month school safety education course and compensation for the medical expenses of the injured.

Fernando asked Miss Smith to give us some alone time to talk, and Miss Smith agreed.

He occupied the magpie's nest so confidently and "invited" Miss Smith out of her own office.

"I'm sorry, Fernando."

After Miss Smith left, I whispered, "I'm sorry to trouble you."

Although my godfather is not a big drug () lord in some Netflix show, but the photo Zeus showed me yesterday is vivid in my memory.

My father was fully armed, as was Fernando standing beside him.

Today, 17 years later, Fernando has gained a little weight, but in the photo, he was capable and fearsome back then, like a tense lone wolf, with the gun () in his hand and the dagger () at his waist reflecting the harsh light.

Letting such a role deal with student conflicts is tantamount to a killer or agent in an action suspense movie straying into the scene of a youth movie on campus.

"What do you say?"

Fernando was noncommittal: "You should have told me earlier, you and Meryl have been bullied by them?"

Miss Smith had just delivered to him my protracted conflict with Catherine.

I didn't speak.

Fernando continued: "I have another question."

As he spoke, he weighed the large Spanish dictionary in his hand.

"It's too much for a murder weapon, Nicole," he said, "but how can a dictionary knock out a cheerleader who is 1.7 meters tall?"

I hesitated for a moment, but still didn't dare to look up.

mainly……

"Is there anything you want to tell me?" Fernando asked.

Zeus showed me the photo, proving that Fernando knew my dad 17 years ago, but he never said so.

He never said that Ares had been to the U.S.-Mexico border, nor that he had experienced a major event that required being fully armed.

He never told me that my father, Ares, was once a sane and normal god.

I still keep my head down.

Fernando slowed down his tone as much as possible: "Nicole, I am your godfather, shouldn't you give me an explanation?"

I choose to keep my mouth shut.

Fernando: "Mírame, chica."

He always knew how to break my defense.

The gentle baritone uttered a sentence in Spanish, which annoyed me instantly.I suddenly raised my head and stared at him: "Don't speak Spanish to me, it's not your language at all, Fernando!"

Fernando grinned triumphantly: "Fernando is not my name either."

Yes.

My godfather is called Tescatlipoca, the supreme god in Aztec mythology, the god of the sky and the lord of the night believed by the native Mexican Indians.

He once had the same status as Zeus until the Spanish conquered the Aztec Empire in the sixteenth century.The city was massacred and destroyed, and the legendary artificial island collapsed, and then the colonists built Mexico City on the wasteland.

Since then, Tezcatlipoca has become Fernando Rodriguez.

The power of gods comes from faith, so when the Aztec civilization was annihilated, he, like the Greek gods—my relatives, could only come to the United States with the few remaining believers.

In the 21st century, no one believes in these old gods anymore, and Fernando gradually lost his power.

I don't know what Fernando usually does for a living, and I don't know why he met Ares and became my godfather.

I only know that as long as I can remember, he has been taking care of me, spending more time with me than my dad who often runs long distances.

"Anyway, thank you today," I said dryly, "otherwise Miss Smith would not let me go so easily."

"Come on, don't be miserable."

Fernando didn't like this. He leaned on the chair and said lazily, "I know better than her what my goddaughter is. Even if you are the daughter of Ares, it is absolutely impossible to have the strength to punch people away. "

After finishing speaking, a look of concern that cannot be ignored appeared on Fernando's face.

"What's going on, chica?"

I struggled for a while whether to start with Zeus's visit yesterday.

According to Zeus, my father, Ares, participated in a project called "Lazarus", which succeeded, and my father and my mother gave birth to me.

If his speculation is true, then Fernando in the photo must also be an insider.

But he didn't tell me.

Now, do I need to tell Zeus about this investigation?

On the one hand is the grandpa who is old and out of tune and has no value except eating and drinking; on the other is Fernando who watched me grow up but kept something secret from me.

Who should I trust?

I looked into Fernando's sincere eyes, took a deep breath, and made a decision.

—I don't believe anyone.

What Zeus said may not be reliable, and if I confess to Fernando, he may not tell me the real answer.

Why don't you investigate it yourself.

So I went straight to the point: "A transfer student did it."

Fernando: "A transfer student?"

I truthfully relayed the events and feelings to Fernando.

After hearing this, he fell into a moment of silence, then nodded thoughtfully.

"After all, you are the blood of Ares. Even if you don't have divine power, you can indeed sense the power of the gods in theory," Fernando agreed with my guess, "KENAZ, Kainas, means fire in Rooney. The self-proclaimed Viking Huh, this high school version of Viggo Mortensen is probably Rocky."

I breathe a sigh of relief.

But at the same time, I have a new question: "You... I said that the old gods should have no divine power. Why can Loki use the power of the gods?"

Fernando frowned slightly.

"Pretending to be a high school student for no reason," he said. "I'm afraid Rocky is after you."

"At me?"

My heart moved, and I couldn't help but think of Zeus's words about "the chosen daughter" and "the only offspring".

But probably because the shock on my face was so obvious, Fernando didn't suspect that I was aware of it.

"Leave this to me to investigate, chica," Fernando urged, "Until I figure out the cause and effect, you'd better keep a distance from Loki."

I was suddenly a little nervous: "You investigate? Then don't, don't go too far, he is just a high school student on the surface, don't, don't—"

Fernando couldn't laugh or cry: "Don't beat him up, put him in a black cloth bag, and transport him to the US-Mexico border for interrogation by water torture?"

I:"……"

It's so detailed, it's hard not to let people feel that this is what you intend!

Fernando: "Don't worry, chica, to deal with humans, use human methods, and of course use gods' methods to deal with gods."

Don't worry about it at all!

But Fernando said so, I can only nod.

…………

……

Fernando sent me home, treated me to a meal, talked about recent events, promised me to come back in a few days, and left.

He's always busy, and I don't know what my godfather does exactly, and he just gives vague answers when asked.

Before he left, he repeatedly told me to call if I had any questions, and never to trouble that Rocky again.

However, if I don't look for trouble, trouble may not come to me.

At noon the next day, the campus restaurant.

As soon as I entered the door, I happened to see Catherine and Kaynas Uld, who was suspected to be Loki, walking towards me while talking affectionately.

Even if he has the face of Aragorn on his face, when I think of what happened yesterday, I feel bored.

As for Catherine, she was staring at me from eight meters away.

I have been enemies for many years, and I know what she is expressing just by looking at her.

It's nothing more than "I will settle the score with you for what happened yesterday, but not now, I'm busy with men, stay away from me".

It just so happened that I didn't want to have anything to do with this "Aragorn", so I took my coffee and made way to the left——

The moment I passed by Kainas, he suddenly stretched out his hand and grabbed my forearm.

"Nicole!"

I almost got pulled into his arms directly by him.

Even if I stabilized my body in the sudden force, the 15-year-old "Aragorn" quickly approached a distance enough to be called intimate.

"Finally found you." In Catherine's shocked expression, he locked on me with those passionate blue eyes, "I have something very important to tell you."

Then this "Aragorn" approached my ear.

His breath hit my face, and alarm bells went off inside me.

"You were right not to tell your godfather about Zeus' investigation."