Greece: Zeus made me the queen of heaven?

Chapter 132: This God of Fire isn’t ugly at all?
No matter how many times he tried, Eros always felt that having high charisma really allowed him to do whatever he wanted.

If Eros didn't have the mask, he would be treated like a star wherever he went among humans.

No matter what he wants to do, there will be people willing to satisfy him.

Once he puts on the mask, he will have to accept tasks like unclogging the toilet.

She had just insisted that Eros help her before she would contact the oracle of Hephaestus.

After seeing Eros' perfect face, he immediately relaxed.

He immediately took the brazier into the temple and went to help contact Eros.

If you are handsome, you can really do whatever you want.

If the cheating man just now was as handsome as Eros, his wife would definitely not have any complaints.

She would even look for problems in herself, thinking that she was not good enough or attractive enough.

Even Prometheus had to admit that Eros' face really helped him a lot.

A charm that even goddesses can't resist, let alone some humans.

"But I advise you not to use this trick on Hephaestus later."

"That guy doesn't look kindly upon someone as dazzling as you."

Eros rolled his eyes, put the mask back on, and made a clear gesture.

Soon, the oracle came out of the temple.

She seemed to have changed her clothes as well, and her eyes were filled with a hint of longing and yearning as she spoke shyly.

"We have already told our god about the audience. She has agreed and will come to pick you up later."

With the handsome man by her side, her work efficiency increased more than tenfold.

But now Eros has put on the mask again, which makes her feel a little regretful.

"Dear traveler, may I know your name?"

Knowing that the self-flying golden chariot of the god of fire Hephaestus would arrive soon, the oracle said reluctantly.

"My name is Percy Burroughs, may I know your name?"

When she saw the true face of Eros, she knew that the man in front of her was a treasure that an ordinary oracle like her could never obtain.

Even the faces of the gods pale in comparison to him.

He must be some noble god, so Percy Borough did not expect anything to happen between her and Eros.

She just wanted to know Eros' name so that she could understand what kind of person had moved her.

"my name?"

Eros raised the corner of his mouth and said before the golden chariot of Mars arrived across the sky.

"I am love and desire, what resonates in your heart and what you long to possess."

After saying these words, Hephaestus' golden chariot stopped in front of Eros.

He and Prometheus stood up, leaving only the sight of Percy Burrough following closely.

He didn't look away until Eros' figure disappeared in the dark clouds over Mount Vulcan.

Love? Desire?
Percy Burrough spelled the two words in her mind.

Eros? That's his name? Sounds familiar?

Then the next moment, she remembered the name Eros and where she had heard it.

His eyes widened instantly and he looked up at the sky in disbelief.

Unfortunately, Eros was no longer visible at this time.

Eros easily performed the act of arsonist in front of Prometheus, and raised the corners of his mouth with great satisfaction.

Although he is not very interested in her, no interest does not mean no flirting.

It's just something that happens easily anyway.

Prometheus opened his eyes slightly, not knowing what he saw, and said.

"Sooner or later, you will suffer a great loss because of this kind of thing."

"It doesn't matter. I'll accept it even if I suffer a loss."

Eros looked calm, it was not as if he was unaware of the situation.

There is no way. Sometimes I just can't control myself and I subconsciously release my charm.

Besides, even if he wore a mask, what would it matter? He didn't say anything to Cecrops on purpose, but she still respected him very much, didn't she?

Charm radiates from the bones.

"Forget it, I won't tell you this. We're almost there."

During the conversation, the flying golden chariot had already reached the top of Mount Wuerken.

The volcano that was violently erupting just now was still spewing out hot magma at this moment.

And in this crater occupied by flames, Hephaestus' workshop is located here.

The road was formed by obsidian stones. Although we were clearly in the crater, the obsidian under our feet gave us a cool feeling and we did not feel hot at all.

At the entrance of the workshop, several metal dolls seemed to be welcoming Eros and others.

"Come in, my lord's guest."

These puppets can even speak, but it is obvious that they have no intelligence or life, they are just pure puppets.

Eros looked at it a few more times with a little interest. It must be said that Hephaestus had a good aesthetic taste.

Each of these dolls is well-made, but unfortunately Eros has no shortage of beauties who will obey his orders.

Otherwise, I must get two back from Hephaestus no matter what.

Following the puppet into the workshop, this place was not as hot and greasy as a normal forging workshop.

On the contrary, it was very clean, spotlessly clean, and everything seemed to be arranged in a certain pattern, or in other words, neat and coordinated.

This guy has mysophobia and may even have obsessive-compulsive disorder. Add to that the comments that he is difficult to get along with, and it seems that he has a bad temper.

Eros muttered to himself.

At this moment, another sound of footsteps was heard.

The sound of footsteps, one light and one heavy, became the most discordant existence in this workshop.

"I heard someone wants to see me? Who on earth would take the initiative to see a lonely guy like me?"

The owner of the footsteps finally appeared in front of Eros. The god of fire, about whom Eros had heard many rumors, finally showed up.

She has short fiery red hair, and unlike most goddesses, she dresses very conveniently.

Shorts with a very short bra and a few tool bags on the thighs.

But none of this matters. What matters is her face, which is as white as jade, flawless, and not ugly at all.

It can even be said that among the goddesses Eros has ever seen, Hephaestus' face is among the top ten.

This is called ugly?
"Human, your eyes are too straightforward. I don't like it."

Hephaestus glared at Eros, but didn't seem overly annoyed.

But for some reason, Eros always felt that her expression was a little strange when matched with her eyes.

After staring at Eros, Hephaestus looked at Prometheus.

"It's you, Prometheus the Prophet. What do you want from me? Do you know something?"

Prometheus also looked puzzled.

"Know? What do you mean?"

Seeing that Prometheus didn't seem to understand, Hephaestus smiled sarcastically.

"It seems you don't know."

"Yes, even a prophet cannot truly know everything. You can only know what the Father wants you to know."

Prometheus was not bothered by her mockery, he just opened his eyes and looked over Hephaestus.

But in the end, it was all in vain.

As Hephaestus said, Prometheus could only predict and see what Zeus allowed her to see.

In other words, Hephaestus now knew, or was doing, something that Zeus didn't want her to know.

What could this be?

Prometheus, who was originally accompanying Eros on the journey, suddenly found himself involved.

"Well, if it's not Prometheus who's looking for me, then it's you, human."

Hephaestus turned his head and saw her face like fine porcelain, sitting on a chair in the workshop.

"What do you want to do? Do you want to see me?"

"Do you want me to forge a divine weapon that represents power for you? Or do you want to ask me for a precious treasure?"

Hephaestus was a generous god.

Not only is she generous and never stingy with gifts and rewards, she also doesn't mind humans learning forging skills from her.

Of course, all this is limited to when she is in a good mood.

Obviously, she is in a good mood now.

Without dwelling on the slight sense of incongruity about her, Eros recalled Prometheus's reminder and turned to talk about the real reason he came here.

"Indeed, I would like you to help me build something."

Eros took out the blueprint of the holy garment that he had drawn earlier and was about to show it to Hephaestus.

But Hephaestus didn't even look at it, and looked up at Eros.

"I don't need this kind of thing. You just need to tell me what you want to use it for, and if I am willing, I will help you make it."

“Other people’s ideas and designs mean nothing to me.”

As the best craftsman in the entire Greek world, the god of forging.

Hephaestus had her own pride, so she didn't bother to listen to the other party's ideas and designs. She just wanted to tell him what she wanted.

The accessories and power artifacts made by her have never received any negative reviews.

An excellent Party B can in turn select Party A.

Therefore, Eros's drawings were completely meaningless to Hephaestus.

She only needed to know what Eros wanted to do, and she would naturally make something that met his requirements.

But Eros remained unmoved. He placed the drawing in front of Hephaestus and said.

"Please take a look at me, God of Fire. What I want to forge is definitely something you have never forged before."

Hearing what Eros said, Hephaestus' eyes showed disdain.

But considering that he was brought by Prometheus, she lowered her head and took a look.

"Isn't this just a suit of armor with a slightly odd shape?"

At first glance, Hephaestus felt very disdainful. If it was just a strange shape, what was so strange about it?

But the next moment, her expression froze.

"A battle suit with life? Microcosmic power?"

“Using divinity and authority as materials?”

　The more I watched, the more I wondered why Aphrodite would fall for a fool like Ares.

　　No, I'll have to make some patches later.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)