Chapter 208: The Underworld Plus Money Brother (8k a day to complete)

Seeing the three ferocious dog heads surrounded by flames getting closer and closer to him, Sisyphus couldn't help but become very anxious.

"Did you bring any honey cakes? Throw them to it!"

The ancient Greeks had the custom of putting a piece of honey cake in the coffin of the deceased, the purpose of which was to please Cerberus, the three-headed dog of hell. They hoped that after feeding the evil dog with honey cake, the soul of the deceased would not be harmed by Cerberus.

And as it happened, as a subordinate god of Hestia, the goddess of the hearth, Loen's magic circle had plenty of food that was easy to store.

As Sisyphus was forced to the edge of the River Styx, Loen decisively bent his fingers to draw a Hermetic line, took out a honey cake and threw it into the air.

"Woof!"

Suddenly, the three-headed hellhound that had been eyeing Sisyphus covetously abandoned the two-legged beast in front of it, sniffed the sweet smell emanating from it, jumped up with a low hum, and swallowed the falling honey cake into its mouth.

In fact, due to uneven distribution, the three heads started biting and butting each other.

Really ate it?

Seeing the notorious three-headed hellhound's reaction, Loen narrowed his eyes and immediately threw out a few more honey cakes.

The three dog heads that were fighting among themselves immediately stopped arguing, and excitedly stretched out their four legs to have fun, appearing precisely at the point where each honey cake landed. The three ferocious dog heads opened their mouths wide, constantly welcoming the delicacies that fell from the sky.

This time, the honey cake is not only extremely delicious, but also has a rich grape aroma.

Left and right, left and right, up and down, left and right...

While throwing the honey cake in his hand at tricky angles to consume Cerberus's strength, Loen quietly observed the movements and reactions of the vicious dog.

As the three-headed hellhound began to stagger and its eyes became blurred, a feeder with ulterior motives grinned maliciously and reached out to throw the last piece of honey cake into the distance.

"Go!"

"Woof!"

Cerberus did not doubt it, and jumped up as usual, rushed towards the honey cake in mid-air and successfully caught it in his mouth.

However, the next moment, the three-headed hellhound hovering in the air drew a graceful parabola and fell into the surging River Styx with a "plop".

The dark and eerie waters of the Styx rolled violently, and the changing deathly aura outlined twisted and wailing human faces. Following the fresh smell, they swarmed madly towards the drowning Cerberus.

The three-headed hellhound could only stop paddling its limbs and let out low growls, trying to shake off the surrounding ghosts.

But in the panic, he was dragged into the water by a large number of undead, and rose and fell with the waves.

It's so easy to get rid of Cerberus?

This stupid dog is so stupid!

Sisyphus, standing on the bank of the River Styx, looked at the bubbles rising from the river and couldn't help but sneer with glee.

“Crash!”

However, before he could be happy for a moment, a crisp sound of water came from behind him.

Then a huge monster stood upright behind him, casting a hideous shadow forward.

When Sisyphus caught a glimpse of the familiar outlines of the three heads, his body stiffened, and then he ran away.

“Boom!”

However, accompanied by a dull roar, Sisyphus was pinned down by the three-headed dog of hell before he could even take a step.

"I was forced! Those two are the main culprits!"

At the critical moment, Sisyphus hurriedly closed his eyes and passed the buck.

But the expected barking and pain did not come as expected, instead, bursts of dull snoring sounded in my ears.

Snoring?

Sisyphus carefully opened his eyes a crack and looked at the three-headed dog of hell that was sleeping soundly on top of him, with a look of surprise on his face.

"Asleep?"

"To be exact, I was drunk."

Lorne walked out of the surging death fog and answered with a smile.

"The honey cakes I threw out earlier were soaked in wine."

To be honest, it was not his idea to use the honey cake with added ingredients to trick the silly dog.

In the Aeneid, the prophetess Sibylla tricked Cerberus into eating a cake containing hypnotic herbs;

In The Golden Ass, Psyche, the lover of Eros, once used a cake containing hypnotic drugs to make Cerberus fall asleep.

According to another legend, the nymph Psyche also used a piece of bread to distract Cerberus...

In short, this three-headed hellhound has been knocked down many times because of eating carelessly.

Hearing this, Sisyphus suddenly realized.

No wonder the three-headed hellhound dived into the River Styx without even looking at it in order to eat the honey cake.

At this time, Loen came to the river bank and looked at the famous three-headed hellhound with interest.

It seemed that because it was soaked in the water of the River Styx, the hellfire that originally surrounded it had been extinguished, and the gloomy and terrifying image disappeared. Instead, there was a domestic dog that had become a drowned chicken, as if it was no different from an ordinary pet dog.

The only difference is that it is magnified several times and has three heads.

Moreover, those three black and white heads with a naive temperament gave Loen an odd sense of familiarity no matter how he looked at them, as if he had seen them somewhere.

After thinking for a moment, he slapped his forehead and suddenly realized.

Alaskan and Husky! These three heads look like replicas of those two dogs, and they are full of wisdom.

No wonder the three-headed dog of Hell was masturbated by various Greek gods and became a comedian in various scripts and legends. It all turned out to be due to genes.

The Underworld relies on this kind of thing to guard the gate, no wonder it has been used by heroes of all generations to brush dungeons.

Loen shook his head, kicked away the three-headed hellhound that was sleeping soundly on the ground, pulled up Sisyphus who was pinned underneath, and smiled brightly.

"Oh, by the way, what did you say just now?"

Sisyphus' body stiffened. He looked at the hand that was clamped around his wrist like an iron clamp and spoke with great righteousness.

"I am the main culprit. You two were forced into this. If anything goes wrong, you go first and I'll cover your rear!"

"Well, you are indeed a good friend!"

Lorne nodded with satisfaction and then looked behind him.

"Did you write it all down?"

"Exactly."

Thetis raised the slightly glowing conch shell in her hand and stepped forward to ask "considerately".

"Anything else you want to say, friend?"

"No, no more..."

Sisyphus had a sad face and shook his head repeatedly. He immediately realized that he was being manipulated by the colluding couple in front of him.

At this moment, after successfully giving this dishonest habitual fraudster a warning, Loen simply spoke up to give him a reminder.

"If there is no problem, please continue to lead the way."

Sisyphus nodded dejectedly, then took out three gold coins from his pocket and threw them into the River Styx.

Soon, ripples appeared on the water, and an old boat came sailing out of the thick death fog.

The ferryman on the boat was wearing a black robe, had a hunched body, and held a long pole, looking gloomy and wretched.

Charon, the ferryman of the Styx, is a professional boatman who transports souls between the worlds of life and death.

If you want to take his boat, you need to bribe with money.

Therefore, covering the eyes of the deceased with two coins became a funeral custom in Greece.

At this moment, as the ferry approached, the surrounding water of the Styx began to boil, and twisted undead souls scrambled to climb towards the small boat.

Charon stirred the long pole in his hand as usual, and the ripples caused by the water of the Styx quickly crushed and defeated these unwilling ghosts.

However, the ghosts still refused to give up, and the closer the ferry got to the shore, the more it seemed to shake.

Soon, Charon found the source of the change, frowned at the two figures on the shore, and muttered hoarsely.

"Alive?"

"Stop talking nonsense, just tell me whether you want to take me or not!"

Sisyphus stood in front of Lorne and Thetis and took the initiative to take on the negotiation task.

Charon was silent for a moment, then raised his head with a serious face and looked at the two living people in front of him.

In the delicate atmosphere, Lorne made a gesture to Thetis, and they both reached behind their backs at the same time.

“…You have to pay more!”

The powerful answer almost broke Loen's waist.

However, Sisyphus stretched out a finger as if it was nothing new.

"A great sacrifice..."

"Two games! And thirty gold Zeus!"

As Charon spoke, he stretched out his skinny hand and picked up the three gold coins from the waves of the Styx, put them in front of his nose and inhaled greedily.

A faint golden light flowed into his body, making the flesh and blood of this wretched old man seem a little fuller.

The power of faith?

When Luo En saw this, he suddenly understood.

Although Thanatos, the god of death, Hypnos, the god of sleep, and Charon, the ferryman of the Styx, are all creations of the power of Nyx, the goddess of night, they are brothers in a sense.

But the god of sleep and the god of death are still okay, as they have more or less clear and powerful divine authority.

Charon, the ferryman of the Styx, has a miserable life. Without clear believers and offerings, he can only rely on rowing and scraping the leftovers of the power of faith from the mouths of passing dead souls to maintain his current half-dead appearance.

The source of this power of faith is often the coins covering the eyes of the dead.

So, Charon developed a habit of being obsessed with money.

According to legend, as long as enough money is paid, even if a living person breaks into the underworld, he will pretend not to see it and continue to ferry them across the river.

(End of this chapter)