[Greek Mythology Saint Hades Mythology LC] Golden Age

I put down the quill, rolled the parchment into a roll, stamped the seal with mud, and handed it to Tianma with a smile, "I will send someone to escort you to Aaron, tell him about what happened here, tell him that Sasha and I Let’s go to the sanctuary together, and I don’t think I will come back for a year or so. Therefore, I will hand over part of the property in Florence and Rome to Aaron. He wants to study at the University of Bologna, or he wants to stay Painting here is fine, let Aaron do as he pleases."

"As for you?" I made an extremely kind expression, "Your life is also up to you to choose. Whether you want to be with Aaron or come to Sanctuary to find us is up to you, Tianma."

He nodded, "Goodbye, Uncle Minos." He lowered his head and took the letter.I saw a newly woven wreath on Tianma's wrist, which is a pink pansy.

"This is made up by Sasha? As a parting blessing and wish?"

----I looked at the blessings and guardian energy faintly flowing above, and rubbed my forehead. The power of Athena is stronger than I imagined.Your Majesty Hades, she made you, or should I say, your flesh vessel, a similar wreath for Pegasus to take there.

Oh, is this the reason why Athena insisted on becoming the sister of Pluto's container without hesitating to throw herself outside the sanctuary?Concocting this seemingly beautiful fettering sentiment—but it's a pity, Mr. Hades, who has already seen through everything, is a master of chess.

I smiled, put on a French men's top hat that covered most of my face, and boarded the big carriage ready to go.

The speed at which the eight horses run makes the scenery outside the window fly by, but anyway, my focus is not on the outside——in the spacious carriage, Sasha and Sisyphus are sitting side by side, and I am sitting opposite them Seeing Sasha involuntarily grabbing Sisyphus's hand when the carriage was jolting a little--I started to feel angry secretly, but the expression still pretended to be like a spring breeze.

"Sasha, come to my side. I'll fix your hairpins." I smiled slightly, and took off the big hat with ostrich feathers on my head, revealing the rare and beautiful silver hair in this world.

After all, Sasha was still a little girl, so she quickly sat next to me and smelled it curiously, "Uncle Minos, you smell so sweet."

I laughed and said, "This is a practice that has arisen from the French Bourbon family. They have finally taken a bath, and they have begun to make spices from plants and mix them with water and sprinkle them on their bodies—Sasha, although I don't know you What to learn in the sanctuary of Greece, but, in my opinion, to understand these, and to decorate oneself carefully, and even give deep meaning, is also one of the joys of life."

Sasha nodded half-understanding.I looked at the same string of pansy flowers on her white and slender wrist, took her hand, nodded and praised, "Look, the pale pink petals contain faint worries and infinite hopes, and the emerald green The stalk of grass represents the fetters that even gods cannot break—Sasha, is that right?"

Sasha threw herself into my arms.It's like I'm her best friend - look, what a golden saint, I made Athena closer to me in one turn.

I looked at the opposite man with provocation again, and he even smiled back at me.The sunlight fell on his face through the carriage window, and his eyelashes seemed to be plated with gold--my heart was beating inexplicably.

After thinking about it, I decided to have a polite conversation with this person. "Mr. Sisyphus, were you born in Greece?"

"Yes."

"It's a long journey, and you plan to use it all the time, yes, to answer us?" I pointed to Sasha sitting beside me, "Why don't you ask Uncle Sisyphus to describe the country you are about to step into? , into the world?"

The goddess is an extremely useful cover. Facing this pair of green and pure eyes that are more beautiful than jewels, and the golden saint who is absolutely loyal to her, I had no choice but to introduce——of course I deliberately guided her.

"Introduce yourself first, place of birth, family?" I sat around my chest and said plausibly, "Mr. Sisyphus, I don't think that a person who has a weak memory of his hometown and his family , will be worthy of being Sasha's guardian, so you have to explain it in detail to my satisfaction."

He stretched out his index finger, rubbed his forehead, and said helplessly, "Okay..."

Sisyphus, 23 years old.Five years older than my human body, born in Crete, Greece.

"It is a beautiful place, on the ruins of the ancient palace, full of pure white flowers. Most of the days of the year are sunny, and the fragrance of olives and citrus is full of childhood memories... When I was young, my brother taught me that the first Once you use □□ archery, you will shoot the falling olives..." He told me gently, and I gradually became fascinated by listening to it, like flipping through a book with vivid pictures and warm atmosphere.

Unfortunately, I couldn't respond to the occasion and said, "The place where I really live is a dark place. The ancient palace is intact, and the air smells of sulfur and decay. It is dark all year round, and there has never been a sun in my memory. There is no moonlight either. The first time I used the weapon star puppet string, it was to hang up a disobedient underworld fighter, and told him to use his own hands to twist off his own head----"

Sisyphus is worthy of being a golden saint in the sun.Sasha is an excellent listener. After listening to him, he asked curiously, "Mr. Sisyphus, what is the name of your brother's child, and where is it now?"

He smiled, with a gentle look on his face, "His name is Regulus, and he is about the same age as Miss Sasha. He is now in the Sanctuary, and he is one of my students."

"No matter what step Regulus can experience in the future, I believe he will be as loyal to Miss Sasha as I am." Sisyphus glanced at me quickly, "It will continue to become stronger, for Guard Miss Sasha."

I squinted my eyes slightly, handed the water bag filled with honey water to Sisyphus, and motioned him to take a few sips.

Then he slowly said to him, "You are in the sanctuary, do you have a fiancée? Mr. Sisyphus? Your brother is at your age, I think he is already married. Do you also have to consider, if you give birth as soon as possible, you will pass on the destiny of guardianship?" Yes, the child is coming?"

He choked it out in one gulp and looked at me tongue-tied.

I stared at him angrily, turned my face away coldly, took out a silk handkerchief made in France from my cuff, and barely wiped my face and hair.

His face gradually turned red, but he still didn't get angry, and he even sprayed me with guilt----this kind of character, wouldn't he be completely bullied by me?