Ares, God of War

But what he didn't expect was that the encounter with the prey would come so soon.

One afternoon three days later, Ares was squatting on the seaside street watching the sea while he was busy with the peak passenger flow at noon, when he suddenly had a feeling in his heart.

He turned his head sideways, his gaze spanned the men and women walking on the seaside street, and then he managed to meet the eyes of a young man.

The moment their eyes met, Ares sensed the very powerful godhead and divinity in this young man, and it was obvious that the other party also felt something from him, and then smiled at him.

He took a step, crossed the crowd in the blink of an eye, came to Ares, greeted him politely but arrogantly, and said in divine words:

"You have a wonderful smell on your body. It feels like the same kind, but there are subtle differences. Who are you?"

Chapter 111. I'm Longer Than You

Ares understood what he said, but deliberately showed a confused look, and said to him in broken Japanese and Chinese at the same time: "Smi Masai, I don't understand what you are talking about."

"Ah, I almost forgot, you don't understand this language."

Seeing the realistic expression performed by Ares, Welleslana had no doubts about him. He smiled, then changed his tone, and said in Chinese:

"It's nothing, and it's not a very important thing. There is a strange smell around your body—no, it should be called smell—I'm a little concerned about this, so I talked to you."

"Smell?" Ares smelled the smell on his body, and then responded: "Do you have any opinions on the smell of pickled fish? Do you look down on us hardworking people who go to the city to work because of poverty, eh?"

Welleslana stared at Ares for a while, because Ares has been in the front line of the Olympus show business circle all year round, so he couldn't tell whether Ares was acting or serious, so he shook Shaking his head, he said to Ares:

"It's nothing, you just take it as my ramblings. Boy, I apologize to you for my rude behavior."

Seeing Welleslana talking in front of him with an old-fashioned face, Ares felt quite strange.

Because how to put it, if the human history of this world is similar to his previous life, then the Persians are actually descendants of Perseus and the eldest son of the Ethiopian princess Andromeda, that is to say, as Perseus in Persian mythology The god of war, Welleslana, should actually be regarded as a god made up by the bragging descendants of Ares' other vest.

This feeling is a bit like a grandfather seeing his grandson talking old-fashionedly in front of him, which is very wonderful.

Resisting a secret smile in his heart, Ares looked at Weileslana with a strange face, and asked: "Young man? You are the young man, how old are you, child? Did you get separated from your parents? Do you want a brother?" Help you find the police?... Well, you can’t trust the police, brother, I know a few local Yangko Stars here, and you locals should all believe the Mafia.”

"What is lost, I naturally remember my name, my birthplace, I... Hey, what is it?"

Seeing the bewildered look on Welleslana's face, Ares certainly knew that this was the amnesia caused by his fight with Mekal, and then being knocked out by the Canaan God King in several incarnations, but on the surface he still had to Putting on a look of fear, he asked suspiciously: "Little friend, don't you want to rely on me? I said, I don't have any money, so I'd better send you to the shelter here. Don't worry , the uncles there are very nice people and nice to speak, you will be very happy there."

"That's unnecessary. Although I don't know my name and origin, there is no special trouble. I just need to know my most important things."

Welleslana rejected Ares' kindness, and then said with a look of arrogance:

"I am the winner, and the victory is always in my hands. This is my essence. No matter what battles or enemies I encounter, my victory will not change and cannot be shaken."

The gods with the priesthood of victory are hard-spoken, right?

Hmm, but that's it.

Hearing Veleslana showing off his priesthood of victory as the god of war, Ares felt as if he had picked a lemon, and at the same time hated the old Zeus who deprived him of his priesthood of victory even more.

He looked up and down Wellerslaner, and said:

"Really? I don't believe it."

"You don't believe it?" Welleslana chuckled, and then said confidently to Ares: "Then you want to try it? Come and play a game with me, don't take it too seriously, just play a little .As long as it is something you are good at, whether it is games, horse riding, archery, or other competitions."

"Don't say that." Ares looked at the boy up and down, and then said: "If you really want to compare, in fact, you have some places to compare with me, and you lost from the beginning."

Now, it was Weileslana who didn't believe it again, and he asked back: "Really? Then tell me, compared with you, in which aspect did I lose?"

Ares lowered his head and thought for a while, then replied, "My life is longer than yours."

Welleslana was speechless. He looked down at his young body, and then his face turned red and then pale. It took him a long time to calm down, and then he gritted his teeth and said:

"This doesn't count!"

"This is the man's victory." Ares crossed his hips and looked at Veleslana triumphantly. He looked at this kind of colleague who had the priesthood of victory deflated, and felt as if he saw Athena deflated. , I feel very refreshed.

Welleslana opened his mouth, took two steps back and forth, and said to Ares very unwillingly:

"Change it to another one, I will prove it to you, I am the one who always wins!"

"You insist on proving..."

Ares looked around, feeling a little embarrassed.

Ares didn't care about Welleslana's challenge to him at all. For him, playing other games with Welleslana was just for fun. He originally regarded the Persian army god as his prey.

But the current Welleslana's incarnation is not complete, and he hasn't been fattened yet, so it would be a loss to just kill him like this, but since he appeared here, it means that he is not far away from the day of his departure.

It's a pity that he only worked here as a temporary worker for three days. Although the boss is a good person and the salary he gave didn't cheat him, the three-day salary may not be enough for him to buy a ticket from here to Wellers. A ticket to the final battle between Rana and Mekar.

However, when Ares was thinking about this matter, he suddenly saw two men in black suits and sunglasses walking past the street with a very natural and arrogant attitude. Those local people who saw them also avoided the two black suits, or showed flattering smiles.

Italian specialty, Mafia.

Unlike the northern state dominated by the Italian government, on Sardinia, which is regarded as the southern state, the power of the Italian mafia is very rampant. They have basically penetrated into all aspects of society, and most of the personnel in government agencies are also controlled by them. It can be said that in these southern states, the Italian Mafia is more like an organization performing government functions.

But this is not a good thing. Ares has seen many literary and artistic works that beautify the mafia before, but he still knows in his heart that these organizations that do not speak the law are definitely not as good as a strong government to control them.

No matter how it is beautified, the underworld is the underworld, and the consciousness and conscience of a few members cannot be regarded as the nature of the entire organization. After all, the underworld is about committing crimes and oppressing the public.

Just like here in Sardinia, the mafia will collect "protection fees" from the owners of each store, and their own subordinates also open various illegal places in violation of regulations, such as casinos and nightclubs, and they often communicate with each other because of A gun battle broke out during the turf battle, and many people were killed.

However, it is worth mentioning that the casinos under the mafia are really profitable, and it does not violate Ares's own bottom line to attack this kind of underworld.

So after thinking about it, he showed a smile to Welles Lana: