Greece: Zeus made me the queen of heaven?

Chapter 206 I Won’t Do It Without Beauty
A bard's aria sounded in my ears.

Hermes fell from the tree at some point.

She held her iconic winged hat with her hand, and had a dagger slung at her waist, looking like she had been waiting for a long time.

"Welcome to Arcadia, my friend."

"How is it? The scenery of my hometown is pretty good, right? Are you satisfied?"

Hermes walked towards Eros and the others with a smile, gradually approaching Io.

She is not tall, almost the same height as Io, and both of them are petite.

Eros had not noticed this before, but now that he saw her standing with Io, he realized it.

However, when facing Hermes, Io's expression was full of vigilance and she retreated away.

She knew who Hermes was, child and messenger of Zeus, patron of merchants, travelers, thieves, and shepherds.

It symbolizes the will of Zeus and the gods, and is a god walking in the human world. There have always been many different opinions about the image of this god.

There are also rumors that she is a god with no fixed appearance and can change into various forms while wandering the world.

But in the mouth of Eros, Hermes was just a little silver coin with eight hundred tricks, and he felt no respect at all.

But just because Eros was disrespectful didn't mean Io could remain calm when facing Hermes.

Hermes is the eyes and ears of Zeus, and it is difficult for Io not to be vigilant when facing her.

But Hermes just looked at her for a few seconds, then showed his signature smile and continued chatting with Eros.

This made Io feel relieved, as the other party didn't seem to pay much attention to her.

"Eros, why are you silent? Are you unhappy to see me?"

In response to Hermes' words, Eros just spoke leisurely.

"Seeing you means you must have arranged something to do with me again. How can you let me be happy?"

"But now that I'm here, you can tell me anything you want, as long as it involves a pretty lady."

Eros knew clearly that he had no personal relationship with Hermes.

The fact that Hermes took the initiative to wait for him here meant that Zeus had other things arranged for him.

But it doesn’t matter. Zeus knows Eros’s hobbies and must have prepared beauties for him.

It’s the place called Arcadia, which is famous but not that famous.

At least Eros didn't remember any goddesses or princesses appearing here.

Hmm. Hermes? She is indeed, but this little silver coin is not an easy character to deal with.

Eros looked at Hermes for a moment, then looked away with some disdain.

Moreover, Hermes was too peaceful, without any sexual tension, and even had a neutral aesthetic, which was not really in line with his preferences.

Believe in Zeus, she must understand Eros's hobbies and have made appropriate arrangements.

When Hermes heard Eros' words, a slightly awkward smile appeared on his face.

But the smile was fleeting, and he immediately returned to his usual state.

"Of course, this matter is naturally about a beautiful goddess, and the beauty of that goddess will definitely not disappoint you, Eros."

Hermes's clear eyes rolled around and he agreed without hesitation.

"It's just that there's no rush for this matter. Let me take you around my hometown first."

"After all, as the host, I can't not entertain you well."

Hermes changed the subject subtly, smiling, and drew Eros' attention back to Arcadia in front of him.

Hermes was a god born in a cave in Arcadia. The goddess who gave birth to him was named Maia, but her true origin is difficult to say.

At least, Eros felt that there was a lot of water here. The goddess who gave birth to Zeus's child didn't seem to be a nobody. Along with Hermes, he slowly came down from the mountain.

Arcadia is surrounded by mountains and is a natural basin. It is very difficult to communicate with the outside world. No wonder it has become a legendary place among countless people.

After all, reality is not like playing games.

When most people see a mountain, they will choose to avoid it or take a detour, rather than taking the trouble to climb up and see what is on the other side of the mountain.

There is neither moon nor achievement on the top of the mountain, nor any prepared synchronization point or beautiful view.

Only a few people would venture over the mountains, or find the gaps and passes leading into Arcadia, and be able to enter.

In later Greece, Arcadia became synonymous with utopia, a place similar to a paradise on earth.

Just now, Hermes asked Eros what he felt about the scenery here, but Eros did not answer.

Because he subconsciously had doubts about this utopian world.

Golden humans and silver humans are also disguised utopias, with equality, freedom and beauty, but Eros doesn't like them very much.

He thought that Arcadia was also a replica of the original.

Fortunately, Arcadia is not like that.

Hermes took Eros through the wheat waves and met many residents of Arcadia on the way.

They were all dressed in linen clothes and did not act as freely as savages.

He also maintained the habit of working, but the naturalness and leisure on his face were different from others, and he was not curious about outsiders like Eros.

In their spare time, they would even sit in the fields with a thoughtful look on their faces, as if they were thinking about life.

In general, it is a scene where people and nature live in harmony, full of a sense of coordination while retaining human thinking.

Eros was also a little surprised. He really didn't expect that such an ideal human gathering place actually existed.

But now it's just a quick glance, and we haven't seen the whole picture, so we can't make any hasty conclusions.

"How is it? This land is pretty good, right?"

Hermes changed into ordinary clothes and seemed to blend in with the crowd of Arcadia.

Prometheus and Io, on the other hand, were observing with curiosity, full of wonder about this land.

"Okay, so you are in charge of this place?"

Eros did not see any distinction between high and low among these working people, so Arcadia should still be a theocratic society?

"Do not."

Hermes smiled eerily at Eros and said.

"There are neither kings, nor gods or priests here. They have no rulers and are as free as all spirits in the world."

"I don't manage any person or place. After all, I am the god of change and diversity. Staying in one place is not my style."

"So they have no managers? There is no hierarchy, it's purely natural and equal?"

Eros was a little stunned, because even animals, such as wolves, have superiors and subordinates.

Human beings, thousands and thousands of them, gathered together, wanting no hierarchy or any system of management, all independent of each other.

Then let them live together peacefully and harmoniously.

Hmm. Eros thinks there is no such ideal society.

　It’s the end of the month, so don’t waste your monthly tickets!

　　Feed some to your kids!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)