Greece: Zeus made me the queen of heaven?

Chapter 152 Zeus has brought you a wife
No matter how much Eros coveted the goat's milk that Zeus had drunk, he had no reason to taste it now.

After all, she is Zeus's wet nurse, and a gentle and tolerant goddess.

Eros asked himself, he could not do anything to deceive her.

But this is not a good time to express true emotions.

Eros could only reluctantly give up and get down to business first.

"My identity is quite sensitive. At this moment, I can only inform the goddess using the pseudonym Endymion. I hope you can forgive me."

Facing this innocent and kind goddess, Eros didn't even want to tell a lie.

Anyway, even if you make a mistake, she will definitely tolerate it.

Zeus is her child, and so is Eros, without a doubt.

"Is that so? Well, I will call you Endymion for now."

As expected, Amalthea agreed without any doubt or anger.

Not only did she not mind Eros using a fake identity, but she looked at Eros with sympathy and consideration.

"You must have suffered a lot after being forced not to even use your name, right?"

"If you feel helpless or wronged, you can talk to me."

This is mom!
From now on, don't mention Nyx to Eros. In his heart, only Amalthea is qualified for this position!
No wonder Zeus placed the other person in his own temple. This was to deter other villains and prevent anyone from spying on her.

It doesn’t matter, he will protect such a gentle and caring wet nurse for Zeus.

"Goddess, there is no need to worry about me so much. It's just a small matter."

Eros glossed over it casually.

He couldn't say that Hera was targeting him.

Otherwise, who knows what Amalthea would think of him?

"I came to Crete to seek Olihagang. I wonder if the goddess can tell me?"

Orichalcum?

Amalthea recalled that there were indeed huge copper mines on the island of Crete, including a metal called orichalcum.

But there aren't any in the temple recently, as they've been used up.

"Of course there is, but you need to find it yourself."

Amalthea pointed Eros in a direction, which was the mountains on the island.

"Orichalcum is a gift from God that occasionally appears among countless copper mines. Recently, the island's reserves have been used up."

"If you really need this thing urgently, you have to go to the mine and look for it yourself."

I'm just looking for an Oliha Gang, why are there so many twists and turns?

Although he was a little speechless, Eros didn't care too much.

With his luck, is he afraid that he won’t be able to find it?

"Thank you, goddess."

Eros looked at Amalthea again and again and was really moved.

"I'll come back to thank you once I find it."

Grasping Amalthea's small hand, Eros expressed his sincere gratitude.

No, once the thing is found, Eros will find a way to stay on Crete for a while.

Even if you can't eat goat milk, a knee pillow or something like that would be good.

The worst that could happen is that I risk being caught by Hera and just go all out.

"No need to be like that. Whether or not it can be found is not because of me."

Amalthea smiled and did not break free from Eros's hand.

But Eros also understood that too much is as bad as too little, and if it was too obvious, even Amalthea would know how to avoid it.

So he just pretended to be grateful, squeezed the little hand, and then let go.

"Without further delay, I will go to the mountain to look for it first."

Eros took Prometheus by the hand and said goodbye to Amalthea.

"Well, may Zeus bless you, poor child."

A look full of maternal love passed over Eros, and she still felt pity for Eros in her heart.

Judging from the voice, he should be young.

But they are forced to use masks and pseudonyms, and they can no longer use their own names and identities.

I guess he must have suffered some injustice or treatment that even Zeus couldn't stand?

He must also be constantly working hard for revenge, right?
Children with miserable lives will be loved by others. This saying is vividly reflected now.

It’s just that Amalthea didn’t think of Eros as her own child, but more as her child’s child.

This also does not affect her from expressing her maternal love.

Amalthea sighed as she watched Eros leave.

If she had time to meet Zeus, she would ask him to plead for this poor child.

Let her help the child more.

Eros came to the mine with Prometheus.

In the mountains here, rich copper mines are directly exposed in areas with sparse vegetation.

But there are not many signs of mining and it remains in its original state.

The cracks in the Hengduan Mountains directly display the island’s rich mineral resources.

"By the way, what does Olihagang look like?"

At this point, Eros remembered that he had no idea what Olihagang looked like.

There were so many minerals on the mountain that he had no idea which ones he needed.

"It is a metal that emits a golden-red glow. Even in the air, it will glow red as if it is burning." "Because of its plasticity and hardness, it is named divine steel."

Prometheus silently helped Eroscop.

"This metal sometimes appears directly in the soil, and sometimes appears during forging and smelting."

"In general, it still depends on luck, and the output is not stable."

Although unstable, the deep earth is vast and rich in resources, and the same is true in the ocean.

Therefore, Olihagang is not so rare that it is unique in the world.

It's just that Eros was a bit unlucky, as Oceanus and Amalthea didn't have any available yet.

This made Prometheus a little puzzled, as it shouldn't be the case.

After wandering around the mountain for a while, Eros felt a little tired.

Hasn't his luck always been good? Why hasn't he met her now?

How about trying to smelt the entire mine to get what you want?
But when he thought of the gentle and considerate Amalthea, Eros' hand stopped again.

Forget it, forget it. We can’t do such a thing of exhausting the resources.

He only wants a part of the amount, he doesn't want to hollow out the entire island, so it's better to leave something for the people on the island.

Look for it again. He is not in a hurry anyway. The worst that can happen is that he can stay on Crete for a while longer.

I can’t find it myself. It’s impossible that there is no output on the island for a period of time, right?
Looking at the sky, Eros decided to search for a while longer.

If you haven't found it yet, go back and rest.

Where to rest? As Zeus's chosen one, he would naturally rest in Zeus' temple!

I'll talk to Amalthea later.

At night, he could open his Mickey Mouse Clubhouse without having to worry about Hera's prying eyes.

Perfect, so perfect!
Thinking of this, Eros was no longer anxious, and even had the intention of taking it easy.

Prometheus couldn't see what Eros was thinking and shook his head.

Never mind, she should just give it a try.

She felt helpless watching Eros wasting precious time like this.

So Prometheus opened his eyes again and began to observe the future.

This time, she did not observe Eros or her own future, but observed the land under her feet to see when Olihagang would be produced.

This was supposed to be an easy task, and Prometheus thought it would only take a few seconds to complete.

But strangely, there was nothing in her sight.

What's going on? Could it be possible that Olihagang will never give birth again?
But no matter how Prometheus adjusted the timeline of his observation, one day, three days, one week, one month
The land beneath our feet has never been the birthplace of Olihagang.

This strange situation made Prometheus suspicious.

Until something finally appeared in her field of vision.

It was a brilliant golden color, dazzling and extremely noble.

It spreads from the sea, as if symbolizing something.

"coastal."

Prometheus said subconsciously.

This sound naturally fell into the ears of Eros.

"what happened?"

Looking back, Prometheus was just standing on the top of the mountain, his empty eyes looking at the sea.

Eros followed her gaze and saw that the sun was almost reaching its end and was about to fall into the abyss.

The setting sun shines brightly on the sea surface, which is indeed a beautiful scene.

What's even more beautiful is above the sea.

A noble and gorgeous white bull was carrying a beautiful girl, walking happily across the sea.

Its horns are small and exquisite, yet as crystal clear as diamonds, like a perfect work of art.

There was a silver crescent-shaped birthmark on its forehead, and its limbs were strong and powerful, walking on the sea.

There was something familiar in those bright blue eyes.

On its back, the girl who was hugging its neck tightly and not daring to let go, had brilliant golden hair.

Her hair is more beautiful than the ocean dyed by the sunset, and more shining than the sunset in the sky.

The white bull carrying the blonde girl on its back, walking towards the sea, this familiar combination made Eros's brain stop for a moment.

Because he knew who the girl and the cow were.

And Prometheus understood the same thing.

That is Zeus, the king of gods, and a girl with unparalleled potential.

Prometheus saw that the girl's name had been sung for thousands of years, and her child with Zeus would become the master of a land larger than Greece.

She will become a great mother, and her achievements will be no less than those of Demeter, Rhea, Hera and other goddesses.

Eros understood better than her how important this girl brought by Zeus was.

Among Zeus' many lovers, she is also the most important one.

No matter how great the demigods or how outstanding the heroes were who were born to Zeus, they were no match for them.

For her name was Europa, the Great Mother who connected the worlds together.

Her name will be the brightest among Zeus' glory.

　I have always felt that mythology is actually the continuation and embodiment of culture.

　　For example, even today, the name Europa is still in use, and in the aerospace field, the names of Greek gods are often used in various ways.

　　So the name Europa, in a sense, is even more famous than Hera.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)