Zongman, the history of a devil's rise

When Vitan said this, he didn't seem very confident.

Because that person's moody personality is well-known throughout the whole small garden.

Gurefia also clearly noticed that Vitan did not seem to want to discuss this matter too much, so she turned her gaze to the front of Vitan, looked at the Gift Card floating in front of Vitan and said:

"Is this the spirit of Mephisto?"

"Of course!"

Vitan nodded his head.

Mephisto's spirit is very strong.

It is so strong that it can even directly create a four-digit breakthrough.

How could Vitan waste such a treasure by releasing it and then waiting a hundred years for Mephistopheles to return?

"Who will use it?"

Gurefia asked curiously.

Mephistopheles' inheritance conditions are not actually that harsh.

If we search within the Vitan community, it should be no problem to find fifty or sixty qualified people.

If we really have to make a distinction, it is nothing more than the level of suitability.

"Let's take a break for now."

"The disadvantages of this spirit are still a little bit big."

Vitan shook his head, grabbed it with his backhand, and took it back into his own space.

"The most important thing is that I always feel that this spiritual state should not be that simple."

"Let's find a chance to sell it to Qianyan."

To be honest, Vitan didn't really believe that God didn't do anything to Mephistopheles.

But with his current means, he really couldn't guess it.

"Alright!"

"This can temporarily divert the pressure on us."

Gurefia expressed satisfaction with Vitan's handling of the matter.

After all, she pays more attention to the solid foundation and has never been happy with the behavior of forcing things to happen.

"Ahem—!"

Then, just as Gurefia said this, Vitan couldn't help but cough twice.

Then, Vitan slowly raised his left hand, and a gift card with a black luster appeared in his hand.

"Actually there are."

Chapter 4 K Tea Party of Greek Goddesses

Of course Gurefia was curious and put her little head over.

Then, the face that was originally wearing a faint smile suddenly froze.

She blinked her eyes.

He turned his head away with some uncertainty, then looked inside again.

She had beautiful long hair that was silver with a hint of aqua blue, a face that was heroic yet exquisite, and a pure white robe that was very Greek in style.

"This is, the goddess Artemis?"

After all, she is the famous goddess of the moon. Especially at the beginning, Hercules had the feeling that he was here with bad intentions. Gurefia got a complete set of Greek god spirits and facial recognition maps from the Thousand Eyes.

Therefore, it was not surprising that she could recognize Artemis immediately.

"Yes!"

"I can only say that this is a situation that I did not expect. It is an unexpected move."

Vitan also sighed, and then explained to Gurefia how he met Artemis.

After a while, Gurefia nodded, indicating that she understood.

"In this case, what should this person do?"

"We can't treat it like we treated Mephitos."

The same situation is treated in two completely different ways.

After all, one is a mortal enemy that cannot be avoided no matter what, a guy with no room for maneuver.

The other one still has some room for negotiation.

Especially when they are already at odds with the biblical gods, if they were to provoke Greece, which has a powerful lower-level force, the pressure would be a bit too much.

"Of course, the news has already spread over there. Now it depends on what decision they make."

……

Heaven, Mount Olympus, Temple of Hera!

A tea party is being held in an exquisite palace built of marble.

At the tea party, beautiful maids were placing plates of exquisite cakes and fruits on the stone table.

Sitting at the main seat at the tea party was a woman with flaming red hair, a figure as graceful as a ripe peach, exuding soft maternal nature, a face unexpectedly full of girlish temperament, and lively movements and expressions. She was a gentle woman.

——Among the twelve Greek gods, the most senior god in Greece at present is Hestia, the goddess of the hearth!

Sitting on her left.

It was a blonde woman with her hair tied up, dressed as a woman, wearing a white off-shoulder dress, with arms as smooth as lilies, and a gentle and beautiful face.

——One of the twelve Greek gods, Zeus’ nominal wife, Queen Hera!

Finally, the person sitting on her right was a man.

He has long, ink-black hair that reaches his waist, but it doesn't look sinister, and instead has a hint of inexplicable heroism.

He was wearing a pitch-black robe, and even at a tea party, he still wore black jade armor underneath, which gave him a somewhat elegant look.

He is Zeus's brother.

——One of the twelve Greek gods, the eldest son of the third generation of Greek gods, Hades, the god of the underworld.

"boom--!"

Accompanied by this crisp sound.

The door that had just been closed was pushed open, and Artemis rushed in, shaking her long silver hair.

Hestia raised her head calmly.

"You've arrived just in time, Artemis. Please take a seat."

The gentle, warm and soothing voice seemed to suppress Artemis' burning anger in an instant.

Then, she looked at the other two people present, Hera and Hades, and then sat down obediently.

But this atmosphere did not last for a few seconds, and the corner of Artemis' mouth twisted.

"Lend me some troops, I want to kill that guy."

Artemis' pretty face was covered with frost.

She learned the news from Hera, and then she hurriedly ascended from Mount Olympus in the underworld.

He ran straight to the temple of Hera.

"Don't be so impatient yet, Artemis."

Hades glanced at Artemis and frowned.

"I'm discussing your business now, so please suppress your temper first."

To be honest, in Hades' opinion, Artemis was spoiled by Apollo.

It's because Apollo has the habit of cleaning up Artemis's mess.

This guy's style of behavior will become more and more arrogant.

The whole cause and effect of the matter has been explained to them clearly. Not to mention that they are not that thick-skinned, even if they were, they really could not do such an excessive thing that disregards the facts.

"What else is there to discuss? Should I let this guy who offended me continue to get away with it?"

Artemis raised her eyebrows, her dissatisfaction was quite obvious.

"Artemis, need I put it more bluntly?"

"Hera's orders to you didn't ask you to do this. Why do you have to do something unnecessary?"

"It would be fine if this time you still bully others at will."

"But what on earth do you think of someone who is at the same level as you and is just a clone of the power?"

Hades was about to point his finger at Artemis' head and start cursing.

He now had a hard time remembering how many troubles Artemis had caused him.

Sometimes he really doubted whether Artemis was an undercover agent sent here by Zeus.

"Okay, Hades, don't be so angry."

"The more important thing now is to take back Artemis's power clone."

Hestia gently lifted the teacup.

Hades, who was angry, immediately shut up, and Artemis swallowed back the words that were about to come out of her mouth.

This is Hestia's position among the Greek gods.

Not only does her strength firmly occupy the strongest position in Greece.

Because of her usual gentle style of dealing with things, she has very extensive connections in the entire upper class, and has extremely high prestige in the almost rotten Greek pantheon.

Even Zeus didn't dare to offend her too much.

That's why she said that, and Artemis, who had the most arrogant temper, didn't dare to say anything.

Hades, who has always respected his elder sister, naturally wouldn't say anything more.

"It's actually very simple. All you have to do is pay him what he wants."

"He obviously didn't mean to fall out with us, he just wanted to save face."

Hera, who had been silent until now, showed off her white arms and finally spoke.

In fact, she understands Vitan more.

If she were faced with the same situation, she wouldn't be able to help but get angry.

It is indeed possible to just bend down and be shameless.

But beings of the same level will only look down on you more and more and not take you seriously, just like the shameless Hermes in their group of gods.

"Why should I be paid?"

"At worst, I can just give up my clone. I don't believe he can do anything to my clone."

Artemis simply snorted.

Now she could see that none of the three people present were willing to let her lead others to retaliate.

As for the same four-digit number, it would be unrealistic for her to achieve it on her own.

She still has this kind of self-awareness.

But handing over the ransom would mean that she would be bowing to that hateful guy Vitan, wouldn't it?

Doesn't it mean that she is shorter than that guy?

It's just a clone of power. She can't take it back by force, so she might as well just give it up.

Could he dare to do anything obscene to his clone?

No, he doesn't dare!