Falsifying history is good business

Chapter 131 Chapter Help Me Kill Athena
In the distance, Minerva was absorbed in the novel experience of "walking", while the old housekeeper was absorbed in the possible consequence of the little girl "falling down". None of them noticed that there was an uninvited guest in the manor, and he was talking with the owner of the manor.

"That's my sister, not yours." Lin You said calmly, "Your sister is indeed called Athena, but she should be on Mount Olympus right now, not in the human world."

"Don't be so rigid, writer. Since you named this girl Minerva, isn't that tacitly acknowledging her identity as Athena? If so, why can't you be a little bolder and take faster steps?"

Ares is a simple god, or rather, he does not bother to hide his true attitude. Everyone knows that he is the god of war, mutiny, killing and riot, representing the bloodlust and bloodiness in war, and the embodiment of human disaster.

The god of war's divinity is filled with violent factors, and in war, violent thoughts and behaviors are the most unrestrained and the most easily indulged; and this unrestrained style of behavior is usually fully reflected in his words.

As now, He blatantly tempts the writer to take bolder action.

But how could Lin You be so easily fooled? He calmly asked back: "At the beginning, I also asked Chronos for advice on the problem of the coexistence of two Athenas, but He did not have a clear attitude. Could it be that after a year, Mount Olympus finally made a decision?"

"Not really. Not even my sister on Mount Olympus expressed an opinion." Ares replied, shaking his head.

This answer did not surprise Lin You. He did not think that the Olympus pantheon would make a decision easily. Mount Olympus and the Pantheon were currently at loggerheads with each other. How could they have the time and energy to care about a problem that they would only encounter in a dozen years?

Furthermore, Chronos forced Minerva into the hands of the writer, and anyone with a discerning eye knew that this was an attempt to deepen the writer's bond with the Olympian pantheon through the baby girl; now that only a year has passed and the relationship hasn't been fully developed, are they in a hurry to change course?
When did the gods become so impatient?
"In that case, what is the purpose of your trip?" Lin You asked.

"For a personal reason, or rather, I have a personal request." Ares's eyes refocused on the face of the writer. "I would like to ask you to help me kill my sister Athena with your quill pen. Of course, I mean the Athena on Mount Olympus."

Under the gaze of the God of War, the illusion of mountains of corpses and seas of blood once again sprouted in Lin You's mind; but what shocked Lin You more than the mountains of corpses and seas of blood was undoubtedly the so-called "request" made by the other party.

"I'm sorry, I don't understand; are you kidding me? Then it seems you are not good at this either." The writer pretended to be stupid.

"I never joke about killing my enemies." The eyes staring at the writer gradually turned red, revealing a bloody murderous look. The God of War's powerful voice also became hoarse, and his tone was filled with cruelty and viciousness.

Lin You felt uneasy and wanted to call for help, but he couldn't do anything out of the ordinary under the other party's fierce gaze. Although they both possessed divinity, one had just awakened and needed to be tempered, while the other had been recognized as one of the most vicious gods for thousands of years.

Under the same conditions, how could a nine-year-old boy beat a strong adult man?
"Why do you want to kill Athena?" The boy did not answer directly, but asked indirectly, "Who gave you this idea?"

"Who are you asking?" Ares smiled. He was like a most honest villain, revealing his vicious thoughts without any scruples. "Of course it's Athena, that pretentious bitch, the hypocritical virgin, the socialite who only knows how to please people everywhere..."

The insults of His Excellency the God of War were also full of the rude and straightforward characteristics of a warrior, without caring at all how contradictory it was to put the words "bitch, virgin, and socialite" together.

"It can be seen that you hate your sister very much; there must be reasons for you to hate her, right?" the writer said provocatively at the right moment.

"The whole Mount Olympus knows why I hate Him." Ares couldn't stand the provocation and his voice became louder. "Because of Troy, because of Kyknos, I have every reason to kill Him. Unfortunately, that bitch always hides in the crowd, making the gods her shield and never giving me a chance." Looking at the angry expression of the God of War, Lin You took two steps back without leaving a trace, and at the same time put the "Sacred Cloth Stone" into a standby state ready to be activated at any time.

After he was ready, he finally refused Ares: "I'm sorry, sir. As a writer, the quill pen cannot be used to intervene in the fights between gods, whether it is between different pantheons or within the same pantheon. So, I can't help you."

Ares's eyes suddenly became fierce, as if all his hatred for Athena was transferred to the writer in an instant; in the visual illusion, a torrent of blood came overwhelming, and the murderous intent was as tangible as ice and bone-chilling.

Lin You had to take two steps back. The light in the "Sacred Stone" grew brighter. He tried his best to counteract the invasion of brutal murderous intent at the conscious level and stabilize his own consciousness.

At the same time, the jewel pendant box on Minerva's chest also released a large amount of golden light, echoing the Ophiuchus Cloth.

As the golden light passed, a warm feeling returned to the body, and there was even a vague possibility of breaking through the separation of time and space and attracting attention from outside the earth. Ares's face froze, and after a moment, his expression gradually relaxed, and the monstrous murderous intent also converged and returned to the body of the God of War.

"You said that the writer and the quill cannot interfere in the struggle among the gods, is that right?" Although the murderous intent was restrained, the hoarse voice was still full of oppression.

"Of course; neutrality and impartiality, these are the requirements put forward by the gods when they gave me the quill pen, and I must abide by them." Lin You answered righteously, and it was unknown how much of his sincerity was in it.

"So, you promise not to interfere with the outcome of the gods' struggle, right?" Ares asked again, "no matter what the result is."

The writer couldn't help but be shocked; the two words "can't" and "won't" seem to be equivalent, but in fact their connotations are very different.

"Answer me!" Ares shouted in a deep voice.

"Of course." Lin You replied, "Unless the gods require otherwise."

The writer carefully left a tail in his words.

Maybe he didn't hear it, or maybe he didn't care, Ares smiled with satisfaction: "That's good, remember what you said; when you encounter something in the future, you must think it through before making a decision, and don't mess up your sister's future - I have reminded you."

Lin You's heart trembled slightly, and he subconsciously looked towards Minerva, only to see that the little girl was just standing there in a daze, temporarily stunned by the fleeting light from the locket earlier.

When he looked back, Ares had disappeared.

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