The Wizard’s Fairy Tale

This old man, who looked like a male, could understand William's words.

He, or he, still it, grinned at William, smiled irritably, and said, "I'm not Charon, but you can call me a Stygian ferryman."

"But, to be correct, I am just a poor man who is bound to this boat and will never leave."

"Why?" William asked curiously.

"It's just a curse!" The old-looking Styx ferryman shook his head and said.

"The original Styx ferryman, where's Charon?" William asked.

In ancient legends, Charon is the ferryman in the Styx, responsible for ferrying the dead to the other side of the Styx.

As long as the living pays to Charon, the **** of crossing the river, he will ferry it across the river, but his boat will become extremely unsafe due to the weight of the living.

Although Charon did the work of ferrying the Styx, it was not a simple generation. His generation was higher than that of Zeus, the king of all gods.

Because he is the son of the dark **** Erebus and Nyx, the goddess of night, of the five great creation gods.

He is God, the God of Styx Crossing!

And in the Styx ferryman in front of him, William didn't feel much power.

Maybe as he said, he is not Charon!

The father, who was asked by William, looked like he fell into memory, "The endless light shining into hell, Charon left his ship, chose me on the shore, gave me the pole, and I have been ferrying since then. right now."

"Are you from the ancient times? Oh, no, the soul of the ancient times?" William's mind flashed an electric light, and he said in surprise.

"Haha..." The Styx grandfather just smiled faintly and didn't reply.

"Then do you know what happened in the ancient times?" William asked curiously, "The light shines into hell? Is it the Lord of Light? Where did the Lord of Light come from?"

"I don't know! Maybe the existence in **** can answer your question!" Styx shook his head and said.

After a pause, he said again, "I can smell the breath of the old age from your body!"

"The breath of the old age?" William was puzzled on his face, and he immediately reacted. "The breath of the old age" refers to the [Poseidon bloodline] on his body!

"In my time, there were three powerful heroes who went to hell."

"Hercules, Theseus, Orpus...Are you the fourth?" Styx asked William.

"I'm not a hero! At best, I'm just a treasure hunter." William said with a sense of self-knowledge. After speaking, he set foot on the ship of the Styx.

The fate's intuition did not make him feel dangerous.

The Stygian Duke showed a penetrating smile again, propped up the boat pole, and rowed the boat leisurely.

Ships passed silently through the tributaries of this painful river.

There was an invisible mist all around.

Styx said suddenly, "The years are long, so many great heroic deeds have been washed away, only Styx will last forever!"

"Yes!" William looked at the eternal Styghe in front of him, and agreed with feelings.

"I have been ferrying here for many years, and have always wanted to leave here. Do you know how to let me leave?" Styx asked.

Of course William knew.

But he still said, "I will tell you when I come back from hell!"

"Then I hope you return triumphantly, just like Hercules!" Styx was fair.

"Haha! I hope so too!" William said, and then closed his mouth.

Father Styx didn't speak anymore.

Here, time seems to be meaningless.

I don't know how long it has passed, but Styx finally planted him to the shore.

On the shore is a vast dark forest.

There is a path leading to the end of the gray forest.

Although the environment looks terrifying, it is not as scary as the legendary hell.

In fact, this place should not be called hell, it should be the underworld.

According to legend, the residence of Hades, one of the twelve gods of Greece.

Although the underworld is the place where the soul goes after death, it is neither heaven nor hell, but a space adjacent to the earth, and it also has similar mountains and rivers.

In addition to being unable to return after going to the underworld, for humans, the days there are no more tragic than in the world.

Of course, not all souls can go to the underworld.

I won't talk about it for the time being.

And **** is below the underworld.

Back to the current situation.

Although William set foot in the Hades, he was not afraid, and walked directly along the path to the end of the gray forest.

There is no three-headed dog from hell, no devil, no disasters, only eternal silence.

William walked for a while before he reached the end of the gloomy forest.

At the end is a small house.

In the hut, there was an old woman with the same face as an ordinary person, sitting on a chair at this time.

In her, William felt a terrifying breath like the abyss of the sea, and a little familiar feeling.

"Huh, another one?" The old woman looked at William, and William suddenly felt a little white rabbit being stared at by an eagle.

But this feeling is only a flash.

The old woman's face was full of surprises, she said, "In this era, there are still gods who can reach the rank of heroes."

"Or the blood of Poseidon, the great lord of the sea! Child, come to me, let me take a closer look at you!" The old woman said to William.

William couldn't help but walked up to her, letting her rough hand touch his cheek.

William's goose bumps all over his body, but the [Poseidon bloodline] on his body was gleaming.

"Hehe, it really is." The old woman said happily.

"Who are you?" William unconsciously used the honorific title.

"Hehe... I once joined the great lord of the sea, and gave birth to the king of Phoenician! Europa is my granddaughter, and Cadmus is my grandson."

"My father is Epaphos! The son of Zeus, the king of the gods, and Io!"

"And me, it's Libya!"

"It's just that the people outside now call me the devil's grandmother, and turn my grandson into the devil!" The old woman said in a low tone after a turn of the conversation.

"The people outside don't know how to respect the gods anymore!"

"They will only believe in that..." The old woman who called herself Libya, before she had said anything, was planned by a violent breath.

"I smell human flesh!"

A tall figure with two dragon horns on top of his head, covered in sulfur, walked in from outside.

Except for the strange patterns and scales all over the body, this tall figure is still relatively masculine.

William turned his head, isn't this tall figure the devil he will see in the future?