[Greek Mythology Saint Hades Mythology LC] Golden Age

After October, the weather is getting colder.What I was worried about didn't happen at last--El Cid, who went out to carry out the investigation mission, did not return to the sanctuary before Sisyphus left.So - no annoying Sasha, no eye-catching Capricorn, my long-awaited solo trip with Sisyphus finally begins.

He was wearing the dark blue and black coat, carrying the holy clothes box and standing on the hill covered with thistles, looking back at the sanctuary in the morning light--is he silently saying goodbye to the goddess Sasha who has been taking care of him?This is not acceptable.Sisyphus look at me, and don't think of that evil that will do nothing but send you to death.

I took his arm and said intentionally, "Don't worry, Regulus will definitely complete the mission soon and return to the Sanctuary."

He turned his head and returned a gratified smile to me, his face was extremely bright reflected by the warm and flowing morning glow.My heart was agitated, and I smiled again, "You said it, boys need more tempering and less enjoyment. So, I decided to learn from you this time, Sisyphus, you must regard me as a warrior, despite the tempering me."

In order to conceal my real purpose of staying with the two of them as long as possible for as long as possible, I used the guise of training, without any servants, arranged carriages, or even fine clothes: I put on a Scottish cashmere girdle made by myself The coat, from the color to the style, copied the Sanctuary uniform, and even the back also imitated him, carrying a bag full of minimalist belongings.

When Sisyphus saw me like this, there was a gentle and infinite light in his eyes, and he honestly praised and answered my special question, saying that I was energetic and good-looking.

Haha... of course.I held his arm and thought to myself, I will always lock your eyes, and let your eyes stay on me all the time.I won't give you a chance to miss that damned sanctuary wench, my Sisyphus.

This time the destination is Spain.I followed Sisyphus to the seaport outside the village of Roderio, and jumped on a heavy sailing ship belonging to the Sanctuary.The sailors and coxswains on the ship were all soldiers from the sanctuary, and they bowed respectfully to Sisyphus, "Hello, my lord, it is a great honor to serve you. The ship will set sail soon, if you need anything, please feel free to do so, my lord." Summon."

Sisyphus returned the salutes one by one gently, "This journey requires everyone's concerted efforts, thank you all."

I followed behind him, looking at this ship that should be strong, but it has nothing to do with enjoying luxury at all-who made my own ship full of olive oil and merchants have already sailed to Venice?

There are no tower-like watchtowers here, no exquisitely carved copper railings, and there are many wooden barrels stacked on the deck, all of which are stored fuel and cables.Fresh water, food, medicine, etc. should be properly hidden under the cabin.Well, it doesn't matter, as long as I am with Sisyphus, I am willing to row across the ocean.What's more, you can lean against the side of the boat with him, look up at the starry sky and moonlit night, and look at the boundless sea.

What surprised me the most was that after climbing down the wooden stairs, I saw myself and Sisyphus shared the rest cabin together, with two beds that were not wide, and looked around the inner cabin space——four people There is also a three-tier snack stand on the wooden table in the position, and there is no shortage of ordinary cakes and buns. Sitting here every night, lighting candles and chatting with him, how intimate and intimate?

I nodded, put down my luggage, and said to him with an excited smile, "Very good, I like it."

Sisyphus smiled and took off his coat and hung it up. After patting my mattress and pillows again, he took out his pocket watch from his chest to check the time—it was the gift I gave him on the boat.

set sail.I looked at the map of the hanging ship. This time I was going to cross the Mediterranean Sea. The journey was long and arduous: every time I passed a large island, I had to replenish supplies, and I had to cross the Strait of Messina, which was frequently sunk in the mythical age, before arriving in Spain. After the coast, turn overland and go straight to the Basilica of Santa Maria in Viana-this is the end of Sisyphus's investigation.And I know that there are fragments of the dream of the hero and king, the masterpiece of the shaper Murphys among the four fantasy gods.

Seeing Sisyphus put the books he carried on his bedside again: they are all historical documents, and the voyage is long, so it is best to read and rest.

He smiled and handed me a copy of Machiavelli's History of Florence... Well, he thought it was my hometown, so he found it for me to comfort his homesickness?

I hugged the book tightly, my real hometown... There is a book of Hades that records all the truth, and where lies can't hide.I like to read them, so I dismiss all kinds of articles and records of human beings that add speculation or superficiality, or whitewash the peace, but, my dear, Sisyphus, who has the same interests as me and loves to read, I really want to one day, Let me show you the real classics of Hades.

But now, looking at his handsome and focused face, I thought to myself that as a soldier, he probably has never read Xianza's books, right?Pure creations like Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet...need I recommend him?Do I need to tell him vividly like Scheherazade of the Arabian Nights?The protagonists of the feuding family met without the knowledge of one party, and then fell in love deeply, and followed them life and death, which is very exciting!

When night fell, after smelling the fishy smell of the ocean all day, Sisyphus carefully escorted me back to the cabin with the lamp in hand.

I looked at the vaguely outlined bed in the corner, and my eyes sparkled with darkness, "Can I sleep with you tonight? Sisyphus? It's warmer and more secure. It's no big deal if we're all men, right?"

I pretended to be casual, and added, "You are a saint, and your body is always warm in winter, which is really enviable."

Sisyphus, who has always been responsive to my requests and was afraid that I would feel cold, really smiled and said, "Yes, Minos, as long as you don't feel too crowded."

----Squeezing would be great, I'm just buried in your arms, pillowed on your chest, this incomparable feeling and treatment all belong to me.

Smiling softly at him, he turned around and took out the gadgets he always carried from his backpack——it was really useful.

I lit the scented candle that is said to be the scented candle used by Madame de Pompadour, the mistress of Louis XV of the French court, when she summoned famous artists to talk all night.The coral green candle cups instantly become green like the pupils of a giant night owl. The smell of amber and cardamom dispels the fishy smell in the cabin, which is enough to refresh the heart and make you feel comfortable when you iron it.

Sisyphus, who was already sitting at the table and turned the pages of the book, nodded appreciatively.

I said enthusiastically, "I also brought the sandalwood that Ashmita gave me. Try again tomorrow night."

Sisyphus thinks this is what I'm doing tonight?He was wrong.Not long after, I took off my vest and unbuttoned my shirt all the way to my waist, revealing my flawless ivory-like skin.

The hair slanted across the shoulders, and under the candlelight, there was an ambiguous silver luster. I am sure of myself, it is beautiful.

While Sisyphus was paying attention, I took out a small bottle of rose essential oil, put a few drops in the washbasin, then moistened my handkerchief, wiped my chest seriously, and said , "It's not easy to use precious fresh water to take a bath this time, so Sisyphus, can you wipe my back?"

When his warm fingers lightly touched my back, I held my breath to feel it, as if a kitten was scratching my heart, it was extremely unsatisfactory, wishing that his whole palm would be close to stroking and stroking my skin----but he rubbed it After I finished, I didn't see the temptation of my water-colored halo, which was as delicate as jade, and only gently put on my shirt, "Minos, don't catch a cold."

well!I rested my chin and thought, maybe I should bring the kind of ambiguous pink candles that the famous mistress Dubari and the king used when they were playing in the bedroom.

Although there are various conditions and restrictions along the way, the joy of being intimate with Sisyphus day and night is greater than everything else.Especially every cold night at sea, when I snuggle up against his chest, being warmed and cared for, my whole-eyes plan is to protect him and never let him fall into the ice hell——

After hearing his steady and slow breathing, I could still take a closer look at his sleeping face.It's just that no matter how long I watched, my eyes greedily fell on those pursed lips, but I never made a real move——I still think that the kiss of lips must be saved one day, and Athena will be completely driven away, and I will become his only beloved. hour.

Just one late night, when I lay comfortably in his arms, feeling the warmth of my limbs, I also keenly noticed that the ship was gradually rocking unusually—I didn’t bother to care about the ups and downs at the beginning, but then let it go. The box with the golden holy clothes actually slid from one end to the other, and the wooden deck made a creaking sound----I got up from the bed with great interest. It seems that this is a storm in the middle of the night? !

At the same time Sisyphus opened his eyes, turned over and sat up and rubbed his face.

How do the sailors who don't know the sanctuary training compare to the black ship crewmen in the underworld?I think it was... as the table tilted, the cup fell to the ground with a slap.

not so good.

However, there are no ordinary people sitting on this boat-if the boat capsizes, can it be used to get rid of everyone else?On the stormy sea, Sisyphus protected me and survived, there is no problem at all!Find another uninhabited desert island isolated from the world...

Sisyphus also realized the situation the ship was facing, and quickly put on the golden holy garment.

Seeing that he was going to rescue him, I tried to stop him with sweet words for the purpose of capsizing the ship, "Wait, Sisyphus—you want to use the power of the small universe to maintain the stability of this ship?" ? Probably not difficult for you. But dear Sisyphus..." I pointed to the chaotic shouts coming from outside the cabin, and asked, "Can you guarantee that every time the Sanctuary's ship goes to sea, if it encounters a storm? Is there a powerful golden saint sitting in charge at all times?"

"Minos, you mean..."

I nodded, pretending to say that everything is for the good of Sanctuary, "Don't worry about it. Let them learn the experience of dealing with storms. Even if the bumps are a mess, don't intervene. Tell them to use their own strength to overcome the storm." Difficult."

Sisyphus thought about it and quickly made a decision.

"Okay, makes sense. I don't use the power of the Gold Saint."

I laughed - but his next sentence was, "But, I can help as an ordinary passenger, and always fight side by side with everyone."

"Minos, hold on tight, don't worry too much about the bumps----" After instructing him, he quickly opened the cabin door, and rushed up the spiral staircase in three steps at a time.

I was disappointed for a moment, jumped out of the bed and stomped my feet, and rushed out of the cabin with him----bean-sized raindrops poured down, and the water on the deck was like a small waterfall. They are all turbulent and foaming waves, and the water wall is almost higher than the top of the mast!

Sisyphus! !

In the rain curtain and the stormy wind, I saw him drenched all over, talking loudly to the somewhat terrified Sanctuary crew——he held his head high, with a calm expression.

The crew members who would only be dragging their feet quickly calmed down. I saw someone holding the rudder tightly, and someone tightly grasping the thick cable connected to the mainsail——Sisyphus walked to the end Ahead, a rope is wrapped around his elbow and forearm: they want to snatch control from the hands of the storm!

Sisyphus!I called his name, rushed to him, followed his example and wrapped the rope around my wrist.

He looked at me enthusiastically, then at the sail full of wind, and said loudly, "Hold tight!" He held my hand firmly, as if he was holding me in his arms.

But I looked so embarrassed, I had never been so embarrassed in my life, not to mention disheveled hair, slippery and swaying wooden boards under my feet, heavy rain covering my head and face, my breath and even my mouth were full of salty and bitter taste, which made me almost cough.

What's even more tragic is that I suddenly had some doubts, if the boat really capsized, would Sisyphus save me who was still in the cabin first - if he rescued the other people who could see first, I would It can only be restored to the underworld fighter in front of him.God!

At this point, I can only hope that the crew of the Sanctuary will live up to it - look at the roaring waves that are higher and higher - I was wrong, Aquaman, I really shouldn't have prayed for your power just now .

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