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With a thought in her heart, Hestia smiled broadly and took Hera's hand affectionately.

Hebe on the side was shyly hiding behind Hera.

"Hera, I heard that you have an amazing child, known to the world as Heracles, right?"

Hearing this, Hera's eyes lit up.

There is a kind of refreshing feeling when you have just bought a Patek watch and it is ordered by your relatives and friends in front of everyone.

"Yes, Hercules! His name is Hercules! The most powerful hero in history! Because of his piety, I allowed him to be called Hercules!"

The tone of the loud announcement was as if he was afraid that other gods would not hear him, and the show off gesture was very dazzling.

but……

The most powerful hero in history is not something that can be said casually...

Many of the gods present had unfriendly expressions.

How dare you say it!

The most powerful hero in history?

Are you Hera's child?

So where do you leave us?

Are our children any worse than Hercules?

of course!

Hera was like a proud white swan, raising her white neck proudly, and her proud manner made many gods itchy.

Just because lies can be laughed off at most, but the truth hurts the most.

In terms of strength alone, Hercules really couldn't find anything to blame.

However, if I want to take off the title of the most powerful hero in history...

"That's too arbitrary, Hera?"

The goddess of the sea - Thetis stood up with a smile on her face.

Her child - Achilles is no worse than Heracles!

"Yes, Hera, the most powerful hero in history? Of course she must be the child of the most powerful god!"

Zeus couldn't help but stepped forward to speak.

His child, Odysseus, is also an extremely powerful hero!

For the rest, seeing as he couldn't help but eat secretly, it didn't matter to Hera, but his children had to fight for him.

"Don't forget Theseus, my child is not bad either!"

Poseidon stood up with a smile. How could he allow other mortals to take the title of the strongest in history?

The smell of gunpowder instantly filled the entire hall.

Many of the gods who were enjoying themselves were immediately excited.

Fight!

Fight!

I want to see blood flow!

what?

The mortal world has become a river of blood?

How can a fight between mortals be as good as a fight between gods?

Many gods looked at the new fun.

There is no way, who makes them so envious and jealous?

Yes, although their children can be considered excellent, they can't bear to compare with Zeus and his children.

Who made your children so good?

The jealousy will not stop because of Zeus and their status, but will intensify.

It was just like a New Year's party with relatives, where several wealthy relatives competed for money in a strange way, but I could only nod and bow sadly, while echoing my envy.

Even the gods can't stand this kind of sourness.

"you……"

Hera turned red with anger.

You have to fight with me, right?

it is good!

"Poseidon! Don't forget, Theseus owes Heracles his life!"

Hearing this, Poseidon suddenly turned pale and could not refute. He could only look at Hera with a cold look on his face and withdrew from the competition stage.

But before exiting, the wine glass he was holding was cracked.

The "gloating" looks from around him made Poseidon's chest so angry that he couldn't bear it.

However, Hera was even more proud and ignored Poseidon's cold jealous gaze.

Looking at Zeus, squinting, and hugging her chest, Hera seemed not to say anything, but as if she had said everything, she immediately made Zeus back away angrily.

Behind him was a fairy with a pale face.

Ah……

Hera was in a state of excitement showing off and didn't want to argue with Zeus for the time being.

Then she looked at Thetis, the goddess of the sea. Faced with Thetis' unyielding momentum, Hera frowned, and there was no good way to force her back.

After all, Thetis didn't owe her anything, and the martial arts of the two heroes weren't easy to compare.

Seeing this, Hestia stepped forward smiling again.

It’s time for me to show off, right?

Stroking the crystal ball in her arms, Hestia's smile grew stronger.

Chapter 237 Hestia’s Crystal Ball

In fact, the title of the strongest hero in history is not that important. It is impossible for heroes to get together to compete with each other unless necessary. And this title of the strongest is just an honor for one's own children.

But, after all, I was watching the banquet where Thebes and Argos were fighting!

How could he not show off his "wealth" during this rare grand banquet?

Because she often caught traitors, she didn't have much time to cultivate a hero of her own. Now that Hera had finally made Hercules her own child, of course she had to return home in glory.

But their children are powerful, and what the gods value most is their piety.

No matter how powerful the children from the lower world are, if they are double-dealing, they will only make the gods despise and hate them.

To prove children's piety, sacrifices and gifts are the most intuitive things that can reflect children's piety.

Gift! ?

Hera, who was slightly hesitant, immediately smiled as if she had a chance to win.

Unfortunately, Hercules had just offered a sacrifice not long ago——

The head of the Nemean Lion!

Even Hercules could barely strangle this tyrannical monster to death. If it were Achilles, it would be a tie at best. After all, he didn't have Hercules's divine power.

That confident and calm look made Thetis, the goddess of the sea, frown, and she also thought of this.

Immediately, he faced Hera with a somewhat ugly expression.

Achilles is her biological son. As long as there is still a glimmer of hope, she can't give up!

"A gift from my child... I haven't received a gift for a long time..."

"I'm okay. I receive roasted meat from my children every day. This is the first bite! Let me take the first bite every time!"

"Humph! What is this? My child will sacrifice a prey every day!"

"Oh, what's so good about ordinary prey? Look at Hera, that lion is quite rare..."

The murmuring voices of envy began to fill the banquet hall, and the jealous glances that came over her from time to time also made Hera so happy that her face almost burst from laughter.

That's right!

My kids are so great!So pious!

If you don't accept it, ask your child to sacrifice the head of a powerful monster!

I couldn't help but smile and took a sip of my wine glass. Happy!

She felt that she needed to thank Sister Hestia, otherwise how would she have a chance to shine?

Even Athena glanced at Hera with some complicated emotions.

She put all her thoughts on the little cute Noah, so she let Hera get the ownership of Hercules.

But I couldn't help it, I liked Noah more, and I also let Hestia cheat... Well, I mean, after hiding it from Hestia for so long, the few consciences were still very painful.

You have to do your best, right?

Hestia, who was completely unaware of Athena's disdain, still maintained a peaceful smile.

He seemed to feel that the atmosphere of the banquet was not very good, so he stood between Hera and Thetis, seemingly trying to persuade them.

The gods were not surprised by Hestia's behavior. As long as he was not angry, Hestia was an honest person with a very gentle temper.

"Today is a rare banquet. Since it is a banquet, everyone should naturally be happy. Well, my child has presented me with a very interesting gift. Are you interested in taking a look together?"

Hestia's child?

Hera squinted at the Ocean Goddess, but she didn't think it mattered.

She felt that Hestia was preparing to seduce others.

As for who is Jade?

The goddess Hera smiled and said nothing.

Something is wrong!

Athena suddenly looked at Hestia.

Among Hestia's children, besides Noah, is there any one who stands out?

It seems that there is no more.

Since not, then this gift...

hiss……

Sour.

Demeter's mouth felt sour as she looked at Hestia, an old woman, in a depressed manner.

Noah's gift?

Why didn't I?

Artemis was also extremely sour.

My little cutie has never given it to me!

But why would Aunt Hestia have that! ?

At the same time, Hecate, the goddess of the night in hell, blinked her big, enchanting eyes.

She didn't envy Noah's gifts very much, because she had already accumulated too many "sacrifice" from Noah in her stomach.

She sincerely felt that her little cutie was her most precious disciple, much better than a rebellious disciple who only missed her brother.

However, no matter what these goddesses thought, other gods were interested.