Orpheus, who was willing to go to the Kingdom of Death, was naturally not like other ghosts who refused to accept the cruel truth of his death or who still had people and things to worry about. Seeing that he was tactfully obedient, Hermes did not have to use the zither to confuse him. Holding the golden mistletoe, he led the two straight through Erebus, the symbol of darkness, and sent them into the dark gates of Hell near Okanos in the Ying Sea.
He was both a guide and an escort.
The entrance was connected to a long, winding, gray river. The water was turbulent, and there were poisonous monkshood plants growing on the riverbank. There were also golden tassel flowers with narrow leaves and gray colors. They stood quietly, and their sleeves were occasionally moved by the shadows and swayed gently.
There were often some figures that appeared and disappeared, their eyes empty, driven by the obsession that could not even take away their lost memories, slowly wandering around the door that could not be left in vain.
The moment he stepped into the netherworld, the bright sunlight, the pleasant temperature, and even the chirping of birds and the fragrance of flowers disappeared without a trace. It was as if all the life aura had been swallowed by an invisible mouth, leaving only the ethereal wandering souls, the empty and quiet wilderness, and the cold and gloomy dark sky.
The string in Orpheus's mind was obviously taut. Alies was the last to enter.
Unlike Orpheus, who was suffering under the pressure of the omnipresent death aura, perhaps it was because there were a large number of plants growing in Hell, and they were still curiously watching and did not rashly reject him. The effect on him was minimal, much better than he had imagined.
Before boarding the ship, his attention was basically attracted by the three-headed dog that was looking at him in confusion. It had a strong and tall body like an adult cow, and a colorful poisonous snake was wrapped around its neck. It lay lazily by the river, its yellow eyes staring in the direction of the door, and it was wagging its slender tail at Hermes, who was a frequent visitor to Hell. When he looked carefully, it was actually a snake!
" That's Cerberus." Hermes clearly had his back to Alies, but he could clearly answer the question that he had not asked." He's responsible for guarding the gate and not letting anyone out. The red water droplets on his eyes are the flesh and blood of ignorant rebels who were torn apart by their teeth. It likes to eat white bread and honey cakes, but remember to only feed one at a time, so that its three warlike heads can compete with each other. After that, it will have no time to pay attention to you, who violated the rules.”
He was going to stay for a long time this time. The next time he came was far away. Perhaps Cerberus's taste would change to oatmeal cakes by then.
Alies responded casually. He didn't show any emotion on the surface, but he was secretly surprised.
How did Hermes see through his thoughts?
At the same time, she began to recall if she had ever been disrespectful to him in her mind.
Who knew that in the next moment, this liar and eloquent god laughed out loud."Did I guess correctly? Are you really curious about its identity?”
“……”
" If you can't wait to feed him, those who are talented in music can play beautiful music to coax him," Hermes said, glancing at the silent Orpheus. Although the latter was sitting motionlessly on the small dock waiting for Charon to dock, he was anxiously scanning the people on the shore with his eyes all the time, trying to find out if there was the person he had been thinking of saving day and night.
Hermes smiled mysteriously and continued,""Brave warriors with strong martial strength will let it drink the water of the Acheron River and fall into a short sleep.”
Charon, who was holding the oar, received the silver coins from Hermes. Coincidentally, there were only the two of them on this trip, so he turned a blind eye to Alies, who had snuck in.
Looking at the scene of their transaction, Alies was deep in thought.
" I won't go any further." Hermes 'words interrupted Alies' thoughts. He smiled as he stood on the shore and gave the beautiful young man, who he might never have the chance to see again, a final reminder." I hope that you can escape from the violence of robbing the beautiful, but if you feel regretful and want to leave the cold and desolate land of death, you can go back the way you came and pass through the dry hills. When you encounter Cerberus at the door, blow the leaf flute I gave you in time. The divine power contained in it can make it fall asleep, and you can leave calmly. It's as simple as picking up a baby that has long been born.”
Without giving Alies a chance to express his gratitude again, Hermes disappeared like a breeze.
Charon didn't mind and started to paddle. Actually, he didn't need to use his strength to paddle. The current would push the boat down by itself. The water quality of the Netherworld River was special. The weight of living people would make the slow boat extremely unstable. Fortunately, there were only two passengers who had paid enough money for the ferry, so there was no danger of capsizing at any time.
Charon's voice was as rough as the sand rubbing against papyrus. He hummed a low, toneless tune, and his old-fashioned face revealed a hint of satisfaction. It was a natural cycle for him to take the newly dead ghosts to the other side of the river, but Orpheus was very anxious. The ship was too fast, and no matter how hard he tried, he could not capture every blurry figure of the ghosts with his eyes, let alone distinguish their specific appearance.
Alies wanted to comfort him that the ghosts who wandered aimlessly by the river were all mediocre people whose minds had been honed by time. They were mediocre and did not even have the right to be judged. They could only waste their time until they completely dissipated. But considering that it was highly likely that Eurodicus belonged to this category, it was impossible to say this to Orpheus, who was already pale and nervous.
The simple and shabby boat was pushed by the rushing waves all the way to the other end of the river and soon arrived at the Plain of Truth.
This was the place where the undead were judged by the judge and decided whether they would be sent to the Elysee, which was known as the place of happiness, or the painful place, Tartarus, which made people's faces change.
Orpheus and Alies got off the ship. The former was badly hurt. His eyes were filled with confusion, pain, and even more apathy from the despairing scene.
Muddleheaded, he wanted to walk back to see if his wife was among the crowded gray souls along the way. However, he had just taken a step when he was stopped by the Plant God.
"Wait, Orpheus."
He had already forgotten the contents of their prior agreement. Orpheus reflexively stopped and turned around to look at him.
Orpheus looked at it in confusion. A golden tassel with dark purple veins on its petals looked exactly like the other flowers that grew by the river. However, it seemed to have lost the support of its roots. The calyx was tilted at a strange angle and lay limply in Aries 'delicate white palm, like a drunken tramp who had found a comfortable home.
The handsome and elegant god stood quietly with flowers in his hands. His dark green hair seemed to be shrouded in smoke and billowed without the wind. His exquisite and well-painted face was no longer as cold as ice, nor was it purely the heroic bearing of galloping through the forest. Instead, it was like the morning dew. Although it was cold and clear, it was suffused with a pure and moist halo. It was also seductive without any trace of vulgar charm, and it had an indescribable beauty.
Orpheus's artistic attainments had reached the peak. Even if he was worried about his wife's whereabouts, he did not have the heart to disturb this scene. After all, it was so beautiful that it could intoxicate any appreciative viewer. He was deeply attracted, and his heart fluttered. He could not think of looking away at all. He could guess why the other party was hiding.
He was standing a little far away, so he couldn't hear what Alies said gently. He could only see the misty waves in his bright eyes, as if there were sparks of fire shining in them. His slender swan-like neck bent slightly, and the golden tassel that was lucky enough to listen to him bounced happily. It reluctantly left the palm that was as fragrant and soft as roasted beeswax, stretched out its thin leaves, and touched its companions beside it.
At first, they were very resistant because they were dissatisfied that the ordinary plant was being treated gently by the handsome Plant God. However, it had been completely captured by that beautiful person, and it had a good eloquence. In a short while, it successfully persuaded the angry them to help pass the message.
More and more golden tassel flowers were informed of the singer's wife's name and appearance by touching the leaves.
No matter how slow Orpheus was, he could tell that something was wrong."Can you tell me what happened just now?”
"If your wife was really wandering the banks of the Acheron River, she couldn't have escaped their eyes.”Alies was still calm."Let's wait here for the news."
"Oh my God, Aries!" Knowing nothing about his identity as the Plant God, Orpheus was stunned at first, but then he was surprised and happy. He thanked him incoherently,"" There is no one more grateful for a generous gift of rain than a traveler who is walking in the desert, empty of water, hungry and thirsty. Shamefully, you've been quiet and brooding all the way, but when it comes down to it, you've been as dependable as a rock-and of course, you're much prettier and cuter than they are. Forgive my clumsy lips, and bestow them with grace, that they may sing with lackluster notes of thy venerable virtue no less than the flowing eyes.”
" No matter how careless the guard is, he won't turn a blind eye to a swaggering intruder. A thousand meticulous plans can't beat a stupid mistake. Don't be blinded by joy and be careless.”Alies glanced at the agitated him and quickly looked away. He warned,""Since you have the time to organize these tiring and annoying eulogies, why don't you think about how to bring her back to the human world after you see her? Don't forget that both of you have already lost your living bodies.”
These words were like a bucket of cold water, freezing Orpheus, who was hot-headed and wanted to take out his seven-stringed harp to compose a hymn on the spot, back to reality.
He thought for a long time and finally smiled as if he had been relieved of a burden.""If I can't resurrect her, then I'll stay with her in Hell for a long time. Whether it was morning or night, the wild fire of love was spontaneously condensed by love. The happy dancing elves would not slack off because of the lack of flattery from the audience. Without the help of the breeze, the music continued to swirl.”
"I think I must have had no regrets in the decision I made-I swore when I kissed her sweet lips trembling with shyness in the myrtle bushes that I would stay with each other even if one of us were dying.”
It could be seen that he wasn't too optimistic about whether he could persuade the fair and impartial Underworld Emperor Hades, who valued discipline and strict governance, to show mercy.
Alies did not speak.
He was looking at the golden tassel flower that had done a great service and was lost in thought. He was at a loss about his uncertain fate.
It was useless to hide blindly. If he wanted to get out of this predicament, he had to become strong enough.
They were both born as gods, but their divine power and duties were worlds apart. He had already lost in terms of talent. If he wanted to prevent the high-level gods who were used to doing whatever they wanted from plundering him at will, other than exploring the rules and trajectories of the operation of his abilities, accumulating experience and training his divine power, he would have to be prepared and wait for an opportunity to come.
When exactly would he have to wait?
Alies sighed.
The atmosphere on their side was particularly heavy, but the discussion in the flowers was getting more and more intense. The aloof and cold arrogance that they had deliberately maintained before was gone.
" A person talking to himself affectionately in the air. That person is as foolish as Narcissus who is professing his love to himself.”
"I think he's talking to His Highness…but His Highness isn't listening to his nonsense.”
After the gloating laughter, someone said,"Although I also think that he is extremely stupid, it is still better to lower your voice. Don't let the gentle and amiable His Highness catch your chattering.”
They immediately fell silent and looked at the handsome god in a daze. They tacitly lowered their voices a few more degrees.
" His lips were rosy, his long hair was more vibrant and beautiful than the vibrant primroses, and his dark eyes were even more dazzling than the largest gem embedded in His Majesty's scepter. The words he uttered were like the happy flowing spring in the deep valley.”
" My chest is no longer scattered and empty. It has been filled with the love of beauty.”
"Not the foul smell of the gruesome, old, ugly Olympians, but sweet as ripe honey.”
"Oh, don't compare His Highness with those despicable fellows!”
The creatures of the netherworld hated Olympus as much as ever."That reckless guy with the winged hat, he clearly noticed that my foot hurt when he stepped on it last time, but he didn't even apologize!”
"That's right, that's right. I've had it too. Poor beautiful leg, it's broken just like that.”
" So what if he's good…" While the golden tassel group was denouncing the evil deeds of the Olympian gods, one of them couldn't hide his frustration. He lowered his head and sobbed loudly, saying the most desperate point that they had inadvertently ignored." Unless he is chained by the most cold-hearted man, who has been tempered hundreds of times, he will return to the outside world when the eagles are no longer interested in him.”
……
The Plant God and the bards, who were preoccupied, knew nothing about this. In their opinion, these enthusiastic flowers had been working together to find the whereabouts of Eudicus from the beginning to the end, and soon the results were out.
"Let me praise you with my last drop of blood, Arias! It's a miracle, a miracle!"
Orpheus, who missed her to the bones, was so happy that he couldn't wait any longer. He sighed with tears in his eyes and ran toward the specific location.
Alies watched the figure quickly disappear into the gray flowers, and his eyes were smiling. He parted ways with his short-distance companion.
" Thank you so much for this." Alies did not hide his bow when he saw the golden tassel flowers looking at him expectantly."Do you want any compensation?"
The flowers, who were trying their best to squeeze together to get closer to him, were strangely silent for a moment. They stopped pushing their companions roughly. After a series of discussions, they quickly reached a consensus. After a while, they finally elected the lucky one who had won the favor of the God of Plants, Esford, as the representative.
Being stared at by him gently, she was so happy that she almost fainted. On the other hand, she could not help but feel shy like never before. Her voice was delicate and unusually weak. It was as soft as a mosquito, and Adonis had to move his ear very close to hear it clearly.
"We all hope…that you will eat, uh, that pomegranate!”
Alies was stunned. This was unexpectedly simple.
He had thought that they would be like the subjects he had met before, taking the opportunity to tease him and make strange requests such as 'touch my leaves,''kiss my pistil, kiss it for a long time,''pluck me down and hang me on your waist, even if it was just for a day.' Basically, as long as it was not too much, he would be satisfied.
"Is that really all?" He turned his eyes slightly and thought about their identical stalking posture. He doubtfully confirmed it again.
The golden tassel flowers nodded vigorously like crazy, their movements very uniform.
“……”
He had a bad premonition in his heart, but no matter how good his taste was, other than the inexplicable uneasiness that came without any basis, like the dark rain clouds surrounding the blazing sun, he had no reason to refuse.
He stretched out his fair and slender arm and plucked the Dark Pomegranate that was hanging in the air and swaying. The seeds were unbelievably full. Unexpectedly, it was so heavy that he could not even hold it with one hand and had to use two.
"This is it!" Seeing that success was right in front of them, the golden tassel flowers looked on eagerly. They were so excited that they were like a trap that was about to trap a pure deer. They urged in unison,"Quick, quick, peel off its skin and eat it whole. The faster, the better!”
“……”
Alies couldn't help but wonder if it had done something that caused public outrage. It actually made the self-conceited golden tassel hate it to the core. However, this chubby pomegranate lay in his hand charmingly. The fruit's edge shone, and it occasionally rolled comfortably. It was as obedient as a tamed pony, but it really didn't look like a criminal who did all kinds of evil.
He frowned.”
He was the god who controlled plants, the crystallization of the emotions and wishes of all living beings. He also shared some of the characteristics of plants, so he did not need to eat at all. The sun, rain, and gentle breeze were more than enough.
After coming to Hell, where he no longer enjoyed the blessings of the sun, his living environment had undergone a huge change. However, this would only make him a little weaker, and he still did not need to consume any food.
All the plants more or less had the nature to want to get close to Alies. Similarly, to him, who spent every day with them, they were also precious existences like friends.
The golden-tassel flowers were strangely silent for a moment. Then, they tried to cover up their guilt and tried to persuade Adonis, who was hesitating, by giving poor reasons such as " It's too fat, and it might fall down and hurt me at any time. The pressure is making me weak " and " It looks delicious and juicy, and it must be delicious. It's destined to be offered to the most beautiful god."
The Plant God narrowed his eyes.
The smell of conspiracy was so thick that it was about to overflow. It was even more inconceivable for him to delude himself that there was no trap in it than to elaborate a fallacy that the raging flames were extinguished by oil.
Even Ming Shiliu, who had been silent from the beginning to the end, lazily rubbed her soft and smooth palm and said coquettishly,"Eat me!"
Under the watchful eyes of the golden-tassel flowers, the Plant God hesitated for a moment. Between keeping his promise and protecting himself, he silently chose the latter. Without warning, his expression turned from gentle confusion to cold and ruthless. Before the frightened plants could think of a new countermeasure, he took the failed Dark Pomegranate and turned away without hesitation!
Listening to the cries of the golden tassel flowers that were filled with regret, the dark pomegranate was held in his hand. When the temperature around the Plant God dropped rapidly, he slowly realized that something was wrong. However, the dull and stupid Little White had been told to play the role of 'being eaten obediently' before. Now that the environment had suddenly changed, it was at a loss and was actually at ease.
In any case, his current state was much more comfortable than hanging on a tree.
However, the current situation of Alies was far from being as easy-going as it was. After leaving the land where the golden tassel flowers grew, it saw only ghosts with empty expressions along the way. The lifeless fog covered half of its face, and there was no one to ask.
He was lost.
Seeing that they were getting more and more desolate, Alies hesitated for a moment and finally stopped. He asked Ming Shiliu, who was always happy,""Why do they want me to eat you?”
Ming Shiliu was shocked by his sudden question. He knew that there would not be those golden tassel flowers that were docile and gentle in front of the beautiful Plant God, but they were usually fierce. However, he still rolled uneasily in Alies 'palm and looked around to see that there were no gray waves.
Alies could tell that it was afraid of the threat of the golden tassel, and he was even more certain that the reward it was asking for seemed harmless but actually harbored ill intentions. However, his tone became gentler, and a pair of dimples appeared on his rose-like cheeks."Can you please tell me?"
Ming Shiliu was unwilling to reject a request from such a beautiful god, but she could not help but hesitate. She said dejectedly,"They will definitely punish me."
Adonis guided her patiently, but there was a dangerous depth in his smiling eyes.""A tired carriage cannot catch up with a horse full of essence. After failing in its attempt, it will change its course. If you are worried that they will hurt you, you might as well believe that you will be safe under my protection.”
It was so mesmerized by this smile that it did not even listen to half a sentence. It stammered for a long time.
Ever since this pomegranate had a bud on its branch, it had been despised by its brothers and sisters all the time. They were proud of their own tight and well-proportioned, but it was one of them. It didn't absorb much nutrients, but it grew to three times the size of its other brothers, causing its sisters who were hanging on the same branch to be frightened every day. They were afraid that when they woke up one day, they would be dragged down by this detestable fatty.
This time, the golden tassel flowers did not roll their eyes at it, nor did they mock it. Instead, they kindly told it to obediently be eaten by the most beautiful and gentle god. Even if it had a trace of sadness in its heart that it would die, it was covered by the joy of being recognized for the first time.
It didn't want the gentle treatment it received for the first time to disappear so quickly. After thinking it through, it mustered its courage and said,""If Your Highness eats me, you won't be able to leave this place in the future.”
Even a god would be trapped by the fetters of the Dark Pomegranate's saliva, and would not be able to easily step out of the Underworld.
Every time they ate a pomegranate seed, they would be forced to stay for a month in a year. However, they were much greedier. To be on the safe side, they asked him to eat the whole thing as soon as they opened their mouths.
In this way, the beautiful and friendly Plant God would be able to stay forever.
It was obvious that the Golden-tassel Flowers had calculated everything clearly, and their hearts were bright. They had deliberately used this common knowledge of Hell to deceive the Plant God who had just arrived.
It was just that the flaw in his acting skills had led to Alies not keeping his promise and being extremely vigilant. This was beyond their calculations.
"Is what you said true?"
Alies was stunned.
Ming Pomegranate jumped up anxiously in his palm and almost fell down. She was afraid that he would not believe her."It's true! Really!"
Alies frowned slightly and touched the bouncing pomegranate in a comforting manner. He simply put it in his arms and finally calmed down.
He had guessed that it was most likely a prank to make him feel uncomfortable, but he had never expected that the real answer would be such a ridiculous face.
"Where is this place?" Alies asked.”
Ming Shiliu answered very straightforwardly this time, but her voice was muffled by the thin cloth."I'm ashamed that I didn't know anything.”
“……”
While he was slightly disappointed, he also realized how stupid his question was. This pomegranate had obviously never left the decision-leaf shrub that had given birth to it, and it did not have a harmonious relationship with its siblings. It should be said that it had been abandoned by one side. It was not surprising that it knew nothing about this when it suddenly came to another region.
Ming Shiliu racked her brains and searched her stomach. Finally, she managed to find some relevant information in her messy memories. She said eagerly,"Your Highness, why don't you continue forward? When you see the black poplar tree, you'll be able to find the most knowledgeable daffodil.”
Before Alies could speak, it added guiltily,""Perhaps only a real adventure can test its value.”
After all, it really couldn't remember.
Although the guide was vague and he himself was confused, he still decided to follow the direction it said and give it a try.
There was a shallow ditch beside the deep path, and there were a few mint plants growing on it. He touched it and wanted to communicate with it, but he did not get any response. He only heard intermittent sobs.
"It often feels wronged and cries non-stop.”She was nestled in the arms of the Plant God, and from time to time, she would be touched by that pair of soft hands that were as soft and delicate as a newborn thatch, and her skin was as smooth and smooth as suet fat.）When he touched it, the Dark Pomegranate was so happy that it was like a bird that had been reborn. It was about to fly away at any time because it was too excited.
Seeing that the mint grass had turned a blind eye to the Plant God, it was especially angry. It grumbled angrily and was rarely mean,""Whoever talks to it, it will ignore them. It will sink into sorrow and cry, wondering why its figure can't be reflected in the Black Lake that it likes. Occasionally, she would despise herself, but she would still think that all the people she loved should always give her the same response and treatment as she expected, and the people she hated should forever disappear together with their souls. Occasionally, she would self-proclaim herself to be the most beautiful, and no one was her opponent.”
" Don't give it a chance to pay attention to its extravagance and narcissism, and don't respond to its idiotic lies. Although you have fallen in love with the honorable king, your shameful wishful thinking is not worth looking at.”
“……”
He was speechless. And why was he behaving like those guys from Olympus?!
Walking along the quiet path to the end, crossing the turbulent black river, passing through the quiet and jagged valley, and then passing through the seven high walls, a row of dense poplar trees quietly entered his sight.
They were tall and straight, with luxuriant branches and leaves. Their frozen and cracked skin was dark and black, as if they had been whipped. They were like brave soldiers who had fought in blood and did not retreat because of suffering.
No one needed to explain. With a glance, Alies recognized that the garden surrounded by the white poplars, the green grass, the warm sun, and the harmonious atmosphere was the paradise of the dead who were waiting for judgment--the Elysee.
It was like a proud and independent oasis in the desert. There was no disaster, no dispute, and no pollution from the footprints of indulging in pleasure. It was a peaceful and happy place where the people lived in peace and prosperity. The flickering green light symbolized hope and satisfaction. It was a refuge that the ghosts who yearned for suffering and sorrow dreamed of.
But Alies found it strange and was unwilling to take a step forward.
He was already so close, but he could not feel the slightest bit of joy from the plants bathing in the sun, nor could he see the natural brilliance of life, let alone the slightest bit of spirit.
The scenery presented in front of him was fake and beautiful, like a huge oil painting with superb painting skills or a magnificent carpet carefully woven by craftsmen, faithfully and rigidly depicting the mechanical cycle.
"A living person who has not been judged guilty, this is not a place for you.”
He was startled as he pondered. He lowered his eyes and looked at the source of the sound. He saw a narcissus rooted in a shallow puddle. It was pitying itself with the clear and rippleless water surface. It raised its snow-white petals and reprimanded the pure and warm Plant God who was as bright as the moon.
" The oak tree is the most majestic. It always stands on the top of the mountain surrounded by clouds, and the chirping Philomera never leaves the sparse valley. The full ears of rice are the rewards of the kind and diligent. Since you, the one who accidentally intruded, have a jade-like beauty and are the best among the group, the luxurious white palace is where you belong. You openly squander the love that falls like rain, but you are as pure as usual without any flaws.”
Ming Shiliu was intimidated by its might, his expression dispirited, trembling in fear. Alies comforted it while nodding at the white narcissus. He was not angry at the fact that it was his vassal but spoke bluntly. His tone was still humble.
" The beauty that is nurtured in silence is only superficial. Slippery flattery does not mean true blessing. Losing your way and being complacent in the glory bestowed by others is just a sad death knell for yourself to waste your time and destroy your will. As long as there was a possibility of maintaining my freedom with my own strength, I would not intrude upon this place abruptly. I would only ask for an insignificant place to stay for the time being.”
Daffodil was silent for a while, seemingly unmoved."" Your attitude is indeed appropriate and graceful, and you can easily win eternal admiration. However, your cunning evasion is not enough to refute the accusation I set for you in advance. Her appearance could bear the title of the most beautiful creation of nature, and her heart was pure and unsullied, but it could not be a reason to disturb the harmonious order contained in this place.”
Alies smiled and replied softly,"" Since I'm an uninvited guest, it's not up to me to make a choice, nor will it damage the glory of this place. This time, I came here by accident. If I am not liked, I am willing to immediately leave the fertile and moist soil and walk to the driest and barren land. I will be satisfied.”
Daffodil thought that he would fly into a rage out of humiliation, but unexpectedly, he was so generous and gentle, so she agreed.
This was exactly what he wanted. He did not want to step into the false light that seemed to emit the smell of ink. Even the most bitter fruit had birds that loved to peck at it. Even the barren hills that were not touched by the dead souls and plants could have fresh flowers bloom with the help of divine power.
"Oh, don't go any further." Ming Shiliu only broke free from her frightened state after she was far away from the aggressive daffodil. She indignantly advised,"Even though it is knowledgeable and talented, it mercilessly drove away His Highness! It was because he was jealous of all the better existences in the world. He wanted to drown every romantic moment that was admired by others, and even throw his legacy into the despicable mud.”
" It forced His Highness to stay away from the abundance, from the light and rain, so that the wind would destroy the most elegant and beautiful masterpiece of life, and not let the nectar repair it, hoping that His Highness would become cold in blood, withered in leaves, and withered in appearance to be buried in the empty earth.”
Alies could hear the trembling fear in its voice, and he could also feel its sincere friendship and genuine concern. He unconsciously smiled slightly, making his flawless face look more beautiful than a blooming flower. It was as beautiful as the melting snow, but it did not lose its solemn and noble aura.
"Even the most downtrodden guest has the right to let himself live a happy and comfortable life. The prosperity of vegetation is not limited to fertile land. Once we are no longer under the control of the stars in the sky…"
Alies let out a smile that was shining with confidence.
"I shall be the supreme king of this world.”
He could do whatever he wanted, restoring the barren soil to its full greenery, and the intelligent sleepers would obey him, allowing the flourishing of flowers to reappear.
If Orpheus had been more patient, and was not in a hurry to hug his long-separated wife tightly and kiss her cold lips hungrily, he would have been able to witness this magnificent scene that was destined to be unforgettable for all talented artists favored by the Muse. Then, inspiration would come to him and he would write a poem full of beautiful words, praising and praising this indescribable wonder.
The handsome Plant God closed his eyes, hiding the watery eyes that made Narcissus so jealous that she wanted to steal. Only his long black eyelashes cast a small moving shadow under his skin that was whiter than pearls.
The melody sung by Arias spiraled up to the withered branches, creating ripples like stones thrown into the middle of a lake. To be fair, it was not as melodious as the sound of Orpheus playing the seven-stringed instrument. It was like flowing water, clear and cool, and very poetic. It was more like a polite traveler holding a key, knocking on the door of the sleeping flowers and plants at a moderate pace, and generously offering an invitation that struck the soul and was destined to receive an answer that would not be rejected.
Snow Lotus, who was standing on the swamp, was the first to react."Listen, what is that sound?"
He was not the most powerful god, but the footprints of his subjects who willingly submitted to him were all over the land. Untainted by ambition, he had a pure heart that even the gods of Olympus could not match, which added to his rare beauty. He loved the lush greenery that followed him, and did not differentiate them according to their beauty and ugliness; He respected the beauty of life and used his joyful voice to convey his sincerity. He would not deliberately infect them, but used pure whispers to arouse the deepest resonance.
Her creamy cheeks occasionally had charming shallow dimples, and she had a vibrant blush that was even more vibrant than the most popular Zhu Mifen, but she never used her dazzling beauty as a domineering capital.
He would treat the inconspicuous Houtnia tenderly, appease the jealous Fennel, listen to the continuous chatter of the ivy, and help the beech tree that was bitten by insects and ants.
It was like an agate with beautiful patterns. Its surface was flat and smooth, but it was deep and mysterious, with sharp edges and corners.
The murmuring sound contained a magical power that made the plants with spiritual intelligence fascinated. It woke up the lazy hyacinths and attracted the lush white leaves. The delicate and beautiful rose was slightly drunk, and the refined skylark abandoned its reservedness; The sun flower that emitted an alluring fragrance released its prey that was struggling in its mouth, and the tall cypress abandoned its treasured bones. The earth-wood incense leaves the valley where it has lived for a long time. The unpicky reeds think that they are of great use. The sturdy and resilient sea thorns gladly go. The olive tree that symbolizes peace also droops its branches and is willing to offer its sacred ointment.
They did not hesitate to comply with the call of their beloved god, but after moving to the cliff of the netherworld, they stood there with a lot of heartache. The pain of being so close but never being able to get it was probably comparable to Tantalus 'suffering.
"Heavens! Look at what I just saw! Why was our gentle and tolerant Highness shackled in the depths of winter where even the slightest bit of sunlight could not penetrate?”
The impenetrable rock wall was blocked by the Underworld Emperor's loyal subordinates. However, their love for the Plant God was as huge as their bodies, so they could not pass through it.
However, these intelligent creatures soon came up with a plan. They shook their branches and tender pistils, allowing the plump pods to willingly open a gap and roll out well-proportioned fruits. He saluted and greeted the kind spring breeze, so that the other party would be willing to take the seeds that could take root and sprout, enter the lifeless underworld through the cracks, and accompany the shining Plant God.
The Dark Pomegranate watched in a daze. Seeds from different plants fell slowly like a dense rain, as if they were golden specks falling from thin air. The newborn ones were ignorant, but they carried the loyalty of their parents and fell straight onto the dry and cracked dust.
Arias was still singing the song he had given to the warriors, quietly infusing divine power into every gentle note, so that the soil mixed with a large amount of gravel would become tolerant and fertile, the air would become fresh and pleasant, the region without the protection of the sun would no longer be cold, and the desolate place without the passage of the stars would have the shadows of the trees.
He generously gave the fragrance of the young flower buds, and sent the strong roots of the diligent green grass; He gave the tree the nourishment to uproot its branches, and gave the shrubs the encouragement to spread.
Curious little heads popped out of the brownish-black nests among the branches and leaves one after another. They were waiting for their parents to return from foraging for food. The sweet honey had already flowed into their wide beaks, and their wings grew out. These furry nestlings were reborn in the purest spring of life.
The blooming flowers were more beautiful than the stars, the gathering clouds were blown away by joy, the thick black fog was pushed away by the hazy light, and even if there was still a dark chaos above their heads that did not distinguish between day and night, or a tomb that buried all living beings, it could not stop the vanilla flowers that were pushing out like waves below. The dark brown wilderness turned into an endless beaded green mat, and what echoed in their ears was a delicate and charming song that was like a background music. The birch trees and white poplars that stood high were the most loyal guards.
After the abundant divine power stored in his body was exhausted, Alies finally stopped playing. It was only then that he noticed that the middle end of the leaf flute was cracking. When he raised his eyes again, the vast, lush green sea impatiently leaped into his field of vision.
“……”
After a slight pause, Alies calmly retracted his gaze. His beautifully shaped lips held a warm smile, as if he was hiding the sweetness in the heart of a flower. Without hesitation, he stuffed the Dark Pomegranate, which was amazed by this strange change, into the wet mud so that it would not rot and die in a few days.
He had only wanted to make the hidden place more comfortable, but from the current situation…
He had probably overdone it.
The young Plant God absent-mindedly allowed the shy and timid gingko to rub against him. What he needed to worry about now was whether such a large-scale environmental modification would make the honorable Lord of Hell angrily issue an order to leave. He was not a big deal, but what would happen to these children?
He sighed and felt a headache.
However, the father of all gods of the Thunder Temple on the top of Mount Olympus, who he had temporarily forgotten, never stopped thinking about him.
After enjoying the gentle and beautiful Europa, the burning sensation in his limbs and bones was not relieved. Instead, it became even more intense because he remembered the beautiful face of the plant god. As soon as he left Crete, he sent Thunder Eagle and Bull to search for the other party in the sky and on land.
What surprised him was that his loyal servant, who had always been successful, had returned dejectedly for the first time. He had no choice but to risk being discovered by Hera and send his capable Hermes out. Unexpectedly, he still failed to kill her.
The consecutive setbacks made Thunderbolt, who had never really failed in the field of love, secretly angry. His appetite was completely whetted, and he was determined to taste the beautiful captive carefully and get it.
" Who is it that draped an eyesore over the flawless beauty, and who insensibly provided shelter for the frightened but composed lambs?”Zeus looked slightly angry, but he had an answer in his heart." Since you can't see him even when you walk on the earth with thick soil, then he must have received the care of one of my elder brothers, shining alone in a place where my power is difficult to reach.”
Hermes humbly knelt on one knee, as if he really did not know the whereabouts of the Plant God, and did not respond.
Zeus quickly made a judgment-compared to his older brother, who was so serious and rigid that he couldn't appreciate beauty, the possibility of Poseidon, the Sea King, who was a playboy and sometimes even a hungry man, kidnapping a beauty was higher.
However, after spending a few days in the magnificent palace of the Sea King, all of the King of Pantheon's side knocks fell into the sea without exception. He realized with annoyance that he had guessed wrong this time.
He did not know what the Plant God had done to move the stone-hearted and upright Hades to protect him. He was not a warm and hospitable master with a sense of justice.
" It must be him," he said sourly." He's been haunted by a chilling gloom all year round. He's a stern elder brother. He's clearly lived in the dark underworld for a long time, but he still has a longing for purity and beauty in his heart. It seemed that the ice that had not melted for ten thousand years would also melt in the face of a smiling snow-white face. They would be infatuated with each other and make an oath of alliance, promising to be the most loyal husband in the world, or the most eloquent lover.”
Hermes stood at the side with his head lowered, waiting for his order. His true feelings were completely hidden.
"I can't sit idly by and let nature's rare beauty be buried in the dark underworld. The more power one had, the more things one should do. The suffocating air was poison that corrupted the blood. A cold wind blew under the black curtain, cutting through the dazzling face like a merciless blade. Without this priceless treasure, all living beings would suffer irreparable losses. The lush branches would lose their vitality and become haggard, and the flowers would wither like prisoners who had lost their pardon.”
"My son, Hermes, go quickly and rescue the most beautiful and weak prisoner from the cage of ugly thorns.”
Hermes thought to himself that not only did Alies have outstanding beauty, but he also had a decisiveness that was not inferior to others. He would definitely not be manipulated. However, the King of Gods did not give up the idea of taking the Plant God for himself. After coating his lust with a layer of righteous golden light, he quickly formulated a new plan. He invited the reclusive Hades to Olympus to attend the banquet, and then the Oracle would sneak in and find an opportunity to kidnap Adonis.
The result of the swift and decisive action was a fragrant invitation letter that lay quietly on Hades 'table.
Hades frowned slightly after reading the content. He did not hide his rejection of the Olympian gods indulging in the banquet. He tapped his fingers, and the power of the Dark World gathered between his distinct bones. The brand-new invitation was shattered into a handful of white rice fragments.
Death God Danadus and his brother Shupnus looked at each other and said,""Your Majesty, please listen to me.”
The quill that was moving freely on the white paper paused.
Danadus knew that the Underworld Emperor was listening. His heart tightened slightly and he immediately continued," Even though I'm young and inexperienced, I know that the Lord God who sits in the sky is not a kind brother who will always think of his fellow countrymen. He always talks about being open and aboveboard, and his capricious nature is still a well-known criticism.”
"Cut the crap," Hades said coldly.”
Danadus had been with Hermes for a long time and had been infected by the other party's style of speaking. He had forgotten that His Majesty hated cumbersome words the most and quickly corrected him,""The Godking is acting so strangely. I'm afraid he has other motives.”
Hades was unmoved.”
" If His Majesty doesn't even want to give a reply," Danadus advised," I'm sure he'll become the subject of his dreams. He'll forcefully claim the title of disrespecting the King of Gods and achieve his next hidden goal."”
Hades continued to write, obviously losing interest in this topic.""Since that's the case, you can reply on my behalf.”
"I dare not decide on the content.”
The Nether King's voice was deep and mellow, extremely magnetic, but the content of his words was harder to swallow than the most bitter bile."Just write that he is welcome to visit Hell as an undead.”
Don't bother him if he's not dead.
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