Greece: Zeus made me the queen of heaven?

Chapter 558 I want your original taste!

Their eyes kept meeting, and they had a silent eye conversation in front of Perseus.

Eros was blaming Athena, how was this arranged? How could the time be so tight?
Athena silently refuted, thinking that it was mainly Eros's problem.

It would have been fine if he had stayed on Crete for two days, but Eros stayed there for such a long time, and there was nothing he could do because of the tight time.

She had reserved so much ample time, but it was all wasted by Eros.

The two of them accused each other with their eyes, but it was meaningless to continue accusing each other.

Now it’s just a matter of how to remedy the situation. Should he just reveal his identity and fly over with Perseus?

Eros and Athena looked at each other and saw from each other's eyes that she was the one who was going to take care of it.

In that case, I won’t say much more.

Eros was pulled all the way to the dock by Perseus, and he hurriedly jumped onto the small sailboat, untied the rope and was ready to set off immediately.

The sail was blown by the sea breeze, and the boat swayed away from the dock.

Perseus was still eagerly holding the oars, swinging his arms to paddling in the water, leaving an afterimage.

What an impatient lickspittle look! Eros seemed to see the shadow of an old friend.

Is that you, Tom?

Eros pretended to look at the nautical chart, then turned his head and said, as if he remembered something.

"Perseus, did you forget to prepare food and water again?"

At this time, driven by the sails, the pier was gradually shrinking in Perseus' sight.

When Eros mentioned this, Perseus, who was rowing hard, suddenly froze.

"No...it's okay, it's just three days, it will be quick."

It seems that the power of love is more effective. After a moment of stagnation, Perseus continued to row twice as hard, even faster.

But even so, it is unlikely to make a round trip within three days.

Although Perseus can fly, his speed and endurance...don't talk about endurance with idealistic explosive power.

It only takes a moment for someone as strong as a god or as weak as a chicken to become someone else.

Sure enough, as Eros expected, Perseus succeeded in stopping after less than an hour of effort.

It’s not that I’m tired, but I feel a little bored.

It is not difficult to have passion, but it is difficult to maintain passion forever.

"First mate, do you think I really need to go find the Gorgon? Can't I just go and stop Keto?"

The exhausted Perseus leaned against the side of the boat and continued to row weakly.

Look, this is giving the children unrealistic fantasies.

"Don't worry Perseus, we won't be late."

"Have you forgotten? God is watching over your journey, so you will definitely get help when you encounter difficulties."

As Eros said this, he looked up at the sky. He had already noticed someone approaching.

The white wings flapped gently, emerging from the brim of the hat and the end of the boots, and the slender and nimble figure landed on the top of the mast of the sailboat.

The god of travelers, holding a double-snake staff, stood on it like a seabird.

"Perseus, son of the golden god, I know the difficulties you are facing, and I would like to offer you a little help."

Hermes, the patron saint of merchants and travelers, is also one of Eros's old friends.

It seemed that Athena had gone directly to her for help. After all, she was the fastest runner in Olympus. However, what bothered Eros was that Hermes had been avoiding him since the trip to Gaia Cave.

Today, she actually appeared in front of him on her own initiative, and even her style had changed slightly.

The gray traveler's trousers turned into loose shorts, and the thick white over-the-knee socks were pulled up to the knees, leaving a slightly fleshy mark.

The overall color scheme has also changed from dull gray to some bright green embellishments and white socks.

These detailed changes in clothing caused Hermes' originally neutral style to begin to shift to one side.

Although she still has the heroic spirit of a tomboy, she has added a bit of cute girlishness.

This subtle change made Eros, who had not seen Hermes for a long time, quite interested.

Great, now you look a lot like him!

As if noticing Eros' gaze, Hermes shifted his gaze somewhat unnaturally, avoiding him.

However, Perseus could not see these small details. He could only see the vague image of the god of traveler falling in front of him.

He was not stupid, so he naturally knew who the god in front of him was, and he quickly bowed his head to pay his respects.

He wanted to say something, but he was not one of those priests, so he could not utter any hymns and could only stand there.

But Hermes didn't care about those things. She noticed out of the corner of her eye that Perseus seemed to want to say something, but because Perseus was in Eros and couldn't reveal his identity, she felt secretly happy.

Originally, after receiving Athena's request, she had no intention of coming in person.

But when she heard that Eros was hiding his identity and staying by Perseus' side.

She changed her mind and decided to come in person.

Even before coming, she asked other goddesses to dress her up.

Of course, the purpose of doing this is not to send a cannon or something like that.

On the contrary, she came here specifically to take a small revenge on Eros.

Dress up nicely to arouse more interest of Eros, and then watch him have to hide his identity in front of Perseus and be unable to do anything.

Then after slipping away, he continued to avoid Eros as before, making him feel itchy and gnashing his teeth!
Continuing to ignore Eros, Perseus waved the double-snake staff in his hand.

"Perseus, I give you a pair of shoes with wings. They can take you anywhere quickly."

The magic power of Hermes wrapped around Perseus' feet, and tangible wings grew out of them.

Perseus raised his legs in surprise, and an unprecedented sense of lightness lingered on his legs.

He felt that he could move as fast as the wind, and so he did.

Just like a child who got a new toy, Perseus flew out instantly. The flying boots on his feet activated the magic power and he disappeared from sight almost instantly.

Hermes, who was about to say something else, was speechless for a moment. She turned her head subconsciously and met Eros' gaze.

His heart skipped a beat and he subconsciously wanted to escape, but he found that the area around the ship had been controlled by Eros and there was nowhere to escape.

Eros approached with a malicious smile, causing Hermes to gradually panic.

"God Hermes, have you forgotten that there are two of us, so we need a pair of flying shoes?"

"I'll give it to you right away! Don't worry..."

Hermes raised his caduceus anxiously, only to see Eros rushing towards him with a roar.

"I want your original booties and teeth!"

(End of this chapter)