I Will Eventually Embark on a Road of No Return Called a Hero

"People who like to worry."

Hades' voice came slowly from the depths of the palace.

"crunch-"

The gate of the palace slowly opened with a strange cry, and the dazzling sunlight made Hidega narrow her eyes subconsciously.

sun?

Shouldn't this be the underworld?

"May you and I never see each other again."

With a sigh, a gentle force was pushed towards Siddija's waist, and Siddija, who was still hesitating, was pushed out at once.

"have they gone?"

Cerberus, who was lying at the gate of Hades, raised his head and buried himself again.

"Ah~ it seems that this business of yours will never be done, sir~"

The boatman shook his head with his oars and smashed the head of a man who was trying to forcibly board the boat.

"Farewell~"

This is a blessing from Hades, the king of the underworld, starting today...

Sidika raised her left hand, and the pitch-black crystal on the white jade wristguard was incomparably conspicuous but made people extremely reassuring.

There is no connection between existence and death by the name of Hidega.

PS(;｀O?)oヽ('⌒?メ)ノ(/ω＼)('◇'｀)(≧?≦)/

Chapter 65 Become Hope, Not Dependence

He is undoubtedly a great hero alongside Hercules, but compared to Hercules, who is heavily in debt, the commoners seem to prefer this pure white hero who has not killed anyone and can bring a good harvest.

"That... Sir Hidega, can I ask you a little favor."

In the face of this old man who kept laughing in front of him, Siddija was a little helpless.

It has been eight days since Hades was thrown directly from the underworld. It seems that he knew that Hidega was being chased by Atalanta. Hades was very considerate and put the exit on another island, so that even Atalan It was impossible to find him within ten days, as it should have been.

"Village chief, there is a price to let your crops have a good harvest. The nutrients in your land will be drained. Maybe I can let you have a good harvest this year, but this time next year, the harvest may not be more than half of what it is now," Sidika persuaded bitterly The old man who was holding on to his clothes and refused to let go.

Of course, this is impossible. What Demeter gave was a blessing, a kind of miracle. Impossible things can be achieved without any cost. This is called a miracle.

But Sidika didn't want to do this, it seemed that because he had helped him several times, the rumors about him became more and more demonized, and wherever Sidika went, there would be a good harvest.

In order to prevent the deadly rumour that Sidgar is more powerful than those gods, Sidgar must cut it off before it appears, at least it can't be exaggerated.

If possible, he doesn't want to be the object of people's dependence. Only the results created by his own efforts are the sweetest.

The worst part is, because every time his rumors become exaggerated because of his actions, some keen hunter has grasped his whereabouts through the source of the rumors.

"I'm a human being, not a god. I can't exist forever, and I can't help you every time," Siddija stubbornly grabbed her hand and ripped it off, "I don't want my kindness to become Your reason for slacking off."

The village chief suddenly realized, but when there is a chance to be lazy, why not be lazy?You can live well this year, why should you care about whether you will live well next year, maybe you won't live next year.

With this idea in mind, the village chief plans to use a trick that can force the pure white hero to submit, and kneel down and sell miserably.

Unfortunately, Hidega disappeared the moment the village chief bent his knees.

"Puff-"

"What are you doing, village chief?" The sturdy young man with a hoe looked at the village chief kneeling in front of him in confusion.

"........."

"I want to beg the pure white hero to let our crops have a good harvest." The village chief had a heartbeat and kicked the young man's knee, but he was old and could only helplessly stand up with the help of the young man.

"Why? Didn't he help us drive away bandits and beasts?" The young man was puzzled.

"I know, he's a good man, but..." the old man sighed, "We're not."

After speaking, the village chief shook his head and walked back to the village.

The young man threw the hoe away, and the hat with wings fell on his head.

"Do you still want to help them when you hear that?"

"Why are you here?" Siddija's voice suddenly sounded in the empty place.

"Who do you think I am~ I am Hermes, the angel of God," Hermes snapped the hat on his head, "Don't forget, I gave you your compass, can you take off your helmet? ? I know you're here, but I'm not sure if you're making faces at me."

"I won't do such a boring thing." Sidgar took off the helmet given by Hades on his head.

"But I will!"

"..." Siddija glanced at his left wrist, the crystal of Hermes was shining, he wasn't lying, he really made faces.

"Don't look like that~" Hermes waved his hand, "Where's the little guy?"

"Going to help divert a very troublesome person," Siddija scratched the back of his head.

"Women~"

"What the hell are you doing here!"