Chapter 220 If the Queen of Hell does not abandon me, I am willing to be your stepmother

On the banks of the River Styx, the ground was rhythmically pulsating with light patterns. A dark vortex appeared, and four figures were spewed out of it one after another.

“Ahem…”

Accompanied by bursts of coughing, the unconscious Thetis slowly woke up, looked around, and then looked at Lorne beside him, with a look of surprise in his eyes.

"The Horn of Plenty?"

When Loen heard Thetis's murmur, his eyes passed over the golden branch of the garden in his hand and looked down.

I saw a curved goat horn that was as golden in color and engraved with spells, lying quietly on the ground. A rich breath of life flowed out of it, dispersing the deathly aura nearby.

Thetis looked at the horn of plenty that looked like the real thing and couldn't help asking,

"She gave it to you?"

"It seems so."

Loen nodded subconsciously, then saw Thetis's expression and eyes gradually becoming strange, and realized that this woman was probably thinking wrongly, so he quickly opened his mouth to clarify.

"It's not what you think. She seems to have mistaken me for one of her relatives. She hopes that I can spend more time with her when I am free."

As he spoke, Lorne told the sea goddess in front of him everything that happened between him and Persephone, the Queen of the Underworld, after Thetis fell into a coma.

Several life-and-death experiences have made him completely trust his partner.

What's more, in the garden of the Queen of the Underworld, in order to allow him to leave safely, Thetis directly offered to stay as a hostage.

It is neither moral nor logical to hide anything from Thetis.

After listening to Loen's narration, Thetis frowned seriously and gave serious advice.

"I also think Persephone is right to worry. You'd better stay away from that woman."

"If I can, I certainly don't want to get involved with her, but isn't this a choice?"

Loen pointed to the Hecate's Wheel on his chest and smiled helplessly.

He was now certain that the Moon Goddess, as the manipulator behind the scenes, definitely had other intentions. Even if he used the [possibility] he inherited to overthrow Olympus, he might not be the final winner.

What is more likely is that after catching the cicada, it becomes the food of the yellow bird.

But at present, he cannot break away from Hecate's control, nor does he have the ability to completely shake Olympus. He can only fight against the tiger and use its strength.

However, this trip to the underworld did bring him some unexpected gains.

——The underworld is not a monolithic entity, and Hecate’s control over the underworld is not as strong as imagined;

——Persephone, the Queen of the Underworld, also complained about her godmother because of the pain of losing her son:

--besides……

Loen looked down at the Horn of Plenty in his palm that exuded a strong breath of life, and his eyes were filled with heat.

With this artifact of the god of agriculture, not only can he move freely in the underworld filled with the power of death and visit his newly recognized mother, the Queen of the Underworld, but even his seventh incarnation seems to have been found!

Just one sentence brought such a huge reward. It seems that I need to visit the underworld more often in the future.

Of course, hypocritical flattery to achieve one's goals will only disgust the Queen of the Underworld. Only sincerity is the greatest killer move.

And that woman seemed to deserve the title of "mother".

Lorne thought of Persephone's protection and help to him, turned his head to look at the garden shrouded in thick clouds in the distance, and whispered secretly.

Don't worry, I will be back!

The Horn of Plenty was surging with vitality. Sisysyphus on the ground woke up with his groggy head shaking, and looked around blankly.

"We escaped? Where is this?"

"The Styx Ferry, ready to go home."

Lorne responded in a deep voice, reaching into his arms and throwing the golden branch from the garden given by Persephone into the River Styx.

Suddenly, golden ripples appeared in the river, and a dilapidated ferry came out of the gray fog with the sound of splashing water.

"Charon!"

Seeing the old face on the bow that looked like dry tree bark and had wrinkles all over its face, Sisyphus jumped in anger.

"Well, you old man, you just sold us out, and now you dare to come out!"

"How would I know you had such a strong relationship?"

Charon picked up the garden golden bough from the river with the same sad look on his face.

"Why didn't you tell me earlier that you had that master as your backer? I was chased by Hypnos and got beaten up..."

"What backer?"

Sisyphus was stunned and asked subconsciously.

Lorne did not want to reveal the relationship between himself and Persephone, the Queen of the Underworld, so he coughed dryly and interrupted Sisyphus' question.

"Stop talking nonsense and give me money!"

Faced with powerful teammates, Sisyphus, who was confused, could only pinch his nose, take out a bag of Zeus' gold from his arms and throw it onto the boat.

The Styx ferryman smelled the strong power of faith contained in each gold coin, and immediately smiled and hurriedly and enthusiastically invited everyone to get on the boat.

This is a good thing enshrined in large temples and blessed by prayers day and night. It is enough for him to absorb for a while.

The Greeks feared death so much that even sleep, which was associated with death, was considered a bad omen.

Therefore, the gods of the underworld who are associated with death and suffering rarely receive offerings.

But for these gods of the underworld, things like this, which carry a vibrant life and pure faith, are simply leaves that addicts can't stop craving for, especially Charon who lacks a fixed priesthood.

This trip not only allows me to earn favors from the Queen of the Underworld, but I can also get a batch of such high-quality goods to draw. It's really a lucrative deal!

The old and wise Styx Ferryman immediately understood what Loen meant. He tactfully stopped talking about the Queen of the Underworld and focused on rowing the boat forward.

The ferry sailed smoothly along the river.

Soon, the group of four arrived at a border somewhere in the underworld.

Following the instructions on the map, Lorne signaled Charon to dock, and then led the other three off the boat.

In order to avoid the exposure of this secret passage, he unceremoniously ordered the Styx Ferryman to expel him.

"Okay, it's none of your business, go back."

Charon was not annoyed. He smoothed out the wrinkles on his old face, which was like dry tree bark, and revealed an almost flattering smile.

"Okay, have a nice trip. Whenever you need me, just stand at the ferry and call my name. I promise to be there whenever you call!"

Seeing Charon's sudden humility, Sisyphus rolled his eyes and moved forward.

"Then are our accounts settled?"

"What the hell! Thirty times! Asshole, I even took a boat with me, so you have to pay me more when I get back! Otherwise, next time I see you, be careful or I'll tie you to a long pole and use you as a float!"

However, the skinny old man immediately changed his expression, spat at Sisyphus, threatened with gritted teeth, with intense fire spurting out of his eyes and a sinister divine power surging.

Sisyphus, who was out of breath, nodded quickly like a chick pecking at rice, and only after watching Charon pole walking away did he dare to jump up and curse at the foggy river.

"You old fool, what a piece of shit! Pay more, pay ...

"Are you still going?"

"Come on, come on! Hey, wait for me, I can't let you do such rough work as exploring the way, I'll do it!"

Hearing the impatient voice behind him, Sisyphus quickly put on the same flattering expression as Charon and followed in a hurry, fearing that he would be left behind by Lorne and Thetis.

Although I don't understand what's going on, one thing is certain, these two are big legs, and if I hold them tightly, I will definitely be able to escape from the underworld.

After a brief search based on the map, the four of them soon arrived at the entrance to the dungeon.

"Woof?"

At the same time, three huge dog heads emerged from the depths of the foggy underground cave. They stared with eyes full of wisdom and looked at the four people who broke into their door with confusion.

(End of this chapter)