"Why is this island called Polyphema?" Beelzebub asked, "Because it was once inhabited by giants?" ”

Before Sasha could reply, a voice came from behind them, a man's voice, "If you want to know," he said, "there is no better way than to see it with your own eyes." ”

On one side of the deck of the yacht stood a man - who looked like a playboy who had passed his best age but was still likable, and as he approached here, the sea breeze stirred his fine brown hair, the ends of which had been brushed white by the combined effect of the sea breeze and the sun, and his eyes were light brown, a color that had always been difficult to define, some called them tawny, and some thought it was an intermediate color between brown and green—perhaps because he was on the ship, he wore no shoes, Instead, he was barefoot, on the other hand, meticulously clothed, his shirt was as blue as the navy, his linen jacket and trousers were white, and when he reached out and grabbed the railing, a diamond ring glowed a hot white on his little finger.

Mr. Senek, who was beside Sasha and Beelzebub, gave a look of surprise: "What a surprise to me," he greeted the man, and the two hugged happily: "Why are you on this boat?" He said happily, "Don't say you're here to greet us—we'll be flattered in that way." ”

"Why not?" The man said, "You are an old friend of mine, and now you have come to solve my troubles." He looked at Sasha and then at Beelzebub: "Tell me, which of these two children was chosen by the Muse?" Or both? ”

"Both—that's wonderful, unfortunately, Glegri," Senek nodded at Hopkins, "It's the blonde-haired kid, Sasha. Hopkins. He is only fifteen years old, but he has been playing the plucked claviano for eight years, and you can listen to him playing, his fingers have been blessed by the Holy Spirit. ”

"I believe in you." Gregory said as he took a few steps forward until he was less than a foot away from the two children, whom he looked at earnestly—the two boys, the dark-skinned one who looked like a descendant of a fisherman from the Western Seas, with dark olive eyes and a pair of strangely shaped brown-rimmed glasses tucked into his thick, slightly curly hair. He smiled at Gligri's gaze, with an untamable ruthlessness and a peculiar, nonchalant taste. The muscles were not yet as distinctly bulging as those of an adult, but their contours were clearly recognizable, and he was almost completely **, wearing only a pair of white boxers, which tightly wrapped around the young man's underbody, which was not yet fully developed but was already quite noticeable. "The future is promising." Glegri thought to himself, "A piece of swarthy coal, with careful polishing, can be just as fascinating." ”

He then turned his gaze to the other boy, who was dressed conservatively compared to his companion. Shirts, trousers, leather sandals, shirts and trousers are also linen, but in their natural color. The leather sandals were dark gold, a rare color, but they matched his platinum-like hair color very well, and the sun shone on his hair, glowing with it. It was as if he were wearing a real diamond crown – which was not something that artificial dyes could achieve – and his eyes were purple, as an actress had fifty years ago. She is a rare gem in the world of cinema, her eyes of rare color have fascinated countless people, and her influence has continued to this day, her clothes, jewelry, photographs, film copies have been auctioned and collected, her home has been converted into a museum, which displays everything related to her, from a half-used lipstick to a camper that can seat eight people; And the heterochromatic in the boy's eyes is more intense and moving than hers, his eyes are pure and calm, innocent.

His skin is smooth, delicate, and fair, his figure is slender, and his hands and feet are small.

He's like a glowing fireball, and like a breeze through your body.

"Great." Glegri muttered, "It's perfect...... Say something, let me hear your voice, boy. ”

"Oh. Glegri, restrain yourself, you're going to freak out the kids. "Don't worry," he said to Beelzebub, "Gregory is always like that," he explained to Hopkins, "he has no ill will, just an occupational disease—Gregory is an acting agent, and he is sensitive by nature, especially when it comes to finding unpolished gems." He turned to face Grigeri: "But Hopkins can't, he can only borrow it, not sell it - or his coaches and teachers will tear me apart, he is another good student of Grande in the last hundred years who may graduate with straight A's - they are bent on him to successfully apply to a university in the top 10, of course, the top three." "I'm so sorry," he said, taking out his handkerchief and wiping his sweat gently, "I'm so sorry," he said, with a hint of ostentation: "We've found him." ”

"That's a shame," said Glegri, his voice sounding clearer as he got closer, and the dissonance became more prominent—as if he were speaking to his throat: "Son, you're going to make two-thirds of the world crazy about you." ”

Hopkins smiled indifferently, he had never thought of being a "trickster", Beelzebub also shook his head. Hopkins, or Chegalle. Bisandi, is not happy to see his son running on the screen to twist his ass and throw his eyes.

"You really don't want to try it?" Glegley said he knew the two children were born, but he didn't think it was a problem — the Carsons weren't the kind of family that had been on the Western Continent for thousands of years, they had risen at the beginning of this century in the wake of a global financial turmoil, and they had little foundation and no foundation: "You have everything, you can do whatever you want, and countless people will kneel at your feet and just ask for a glimpse." He said seductively, his voice as thin as a silk thread: "A short-term? Well, as long as it's three years, it's fun, you're free, you can continue to do it or not. "But he's going to make the kid want to stop...... Glegri believed in his own abilities and his vision - the amazing thing was that when he looked at the photo, he only thought it was a beautiful child, and when he saw the real person, he realized that the difference between the two was really too far away.

"I just want to know," said Sasha, "that you said that the best way to do this is to see it with your own eyes—can you answer this question for us?" ”

The voice was also qualified, and Glegri looked at him, oh, a teenager, a child, he knew them too well, and the agent lowered his shoulders, "Well, if you're really not interested," he said, "we can talk about something else, like Polyfemo." ”

He turned abruptly, raised his arms, and snapped his fingers. The crew who had been waiting not far away immediately bowed down and got into the cabin.

"Wait a minute," he said to Seneke, "how about some lemon soda first?" ”

"I wish that was two gallons, plus rum raisin ice cream." Senek said.

"And your favorite peach." Glegri said, then turned to the two boys. "What do you want?" He looked unremarkable, the cordial invitation as if it had never existed.

"Mint and vanilla." Sasha said, "The latter add a little diced olives. ”

Fruit, soda, and ice cream were soon served, and as soon as they picked up the spoon, they heard a faint roar in the distance, and a seaplane with multicolored wings appeared on the edge of the blue sky, gradually growing from small to large, the yacht slowed down, lowered anchor, and glided slowly over the water, stopping exactly about sixty feet from the yacht.

Two orange, huge pontoyans held the plane, and the people on it opened the door and dropped the anchor cable.

As they enjoyed the ice cream and fruit slowly, the crew prepared the dinghy, and Monsieur Senek declined Gligri's gracious invitation, for he was old and not very heart-warming, and he preferred to follow the boat slowly to the island. Glegri, Beelzebub, and Sasha got into the dinghy, which approached the seaplane, and Glegri went up first, then the two teenagers, and Sasha saw the thin white spray lapping against the pontoons.

The engine drove the propeller and pushed the fuselage on the pontoon, and the seaplane began to glide briskly, its speed getting faster and faster, finally breaking free from the shackles of the sea and rushing into the sky.

The plane rose to a certain height, and Glegri motioned for the boys to look down.

"Oh, I see," said Beelzebub, "no wonder it is called by that name." ”

Sasha and Beelzebub are obsessed with the name of this private island, because in the legend of Poseidon Island, it was the Cyclops who first lived there, and more than one of the many reefs on Poseidon Island was closely related to Polyphema—either Polyphema's sheep, Polyphema's beds, or Polyphema's firewood.

But the reason why this island is called Polyphemo has nothing to do with the place where it lives, and it gets its name from its appearance.

Looking down from the plane, the island floating on the sapphire blue sea is round, with lush green trees on it, which is a blue iris, surrounded by a circle of milky white sand, and beyond the beach, the part of the island submerged under the sea, and the fish-shaped light-colored reef is evenly distributed with dark seaweed and coral, shaped like the shadows and blood vessels common on the white membrane of humans.

An inverted pyramid shaped like an inverted pyramid was built in the center of the island, and along with the surrounding facilities, it was gray and looked like black pupils from above.

"A miracle created by nature." Sasha said.

"What's that?" Beelzebub asked, "The gray houses?" ”

"3D holographic 360-degree projection device." "Tonight we will try our first full trial," said Gligeri, sadly, and you will see - a miracle of humanity. ”

(To be continued)