"I didn't expect that Adros is so powerful, Aphrodite is not wrong to marry. ”

When Antails was carried away by the goddess of Gaia, the goddess of dawn, who had been silent for a long time, spoke up, her eyes gentle and charming, as if full of affection. Such a young and powerful deity seemed to interest her more than Ares.

Adros glanced at her lightly, didn't say a word, and walked away. He knew very well in his heart that this senseless dispute was all caused by the famous goddess of dawn. In addition, Adros did not have the slightest idea of getting involved with their family.

Seeing that Adros didn't say a word, didn't even look at him more, and floated away like this, Eos, the goddess of dawn, couldn't help but pause, secretly hating.

"Andros, one day, I will make you bow down under my skirt and make Aphrodite the laughing stock of the gods. ”

Her thought also opened the prelude to her tragic fate in the future, and even added another reason to their family's tragic experience.

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The god of speech, Iapetus, is undoubtedly a mysterious god, the laws corresponding to his divine powers are so mysterious that the identity of his wife is unknown, and even his residence is not known.

But as his favorite son, Prometheus the Prophet naturally knew where his father was, even when he was bound to the Caucasus Mountains. His father, the Titans Eapertus, also secretly visited him from time to time.

Adros did not expect him to come to Phoenicia, nor did he expect the gods he wished to visit to reside in the oldest city.

"In the liveliest bazaars in Phoenicia, my father would often spend time with humans. ”

Listening to Prometheus, Adros found Iapertus, the god of speech who was hidden from the world and almost indistinguishable from humans, in the most lively market in Phoenicia.

If you want to choose the gods who like to live among humans the most, then in addition to Zeus's eldest sister, Hestia, the god of the hearth, it belongs to the family of Iapetus.

Unlike Hestia, who liked to be a hermit in the human world, and Noble lived in one corner, Prometheus the Prophet and his younger brother Epimetheus the Awakened liked to educate and act as teachers of mankind.

And their father, Iapetus, simply liked to be human, he liked human life, he liked human feelings, and he loved human beings even more than his kind, gods.

Iapertus saw Adros, or Adros in the form of Iacion, and he did not react, but walked forward silently.

And Adros was behind him, silently following.

Iapetus walked a few streets to a dilapidated house, and then pushed the door in. Adros did not hesitate and went in after him.

"Uninvited, please don't be surprised by Your Excellency, the God of Speech. Adros arched his hand at him.

"What a god of speech, what a strange priesthood, just call me by my name. Iapetus laughed to himself, in the court ruled by Kronos, he and three other brothers, but the gods who represented the pillars of the universe, he was called the Pillar of the West. But after Zeus overthrew the rule of the Titans, he became an insignificant god of speech.

But none of that mattered anymore, he didn't care anyway.

"I don't know what is the matter with Your Excellency the Preacher, who came here to find me. "Iapetus was amazed that the evangelist Iathion, who had been recited by human legends and demigods, seemed to have come to him on a special journey.

Today's Adros can be said to have gained fame in the human world, and even the fame of the gods has been suppressed by him. The sermon outside the city of Thebais gave mankind a path to the gods, and was sung by all humans.

Even Zeus, the god-king of Olympus, personally announced that he wanted many gods and sacrifices to find Iathion, and it is unknown what he was looking for Iathion.

"Preaching?" Adros shook his head and smiled, sighing softly, "Among human beings, there is only one in ten thousand who can qualify to become a legend, and there is only one in a hundred who can reach the peak of legend, there is only one in a hundred who can ignite the divine fire successfully, and there is no one in ten who can induce divinity. In other words, there may not be one of the millions of human beings who can really become gods in the way I said. ”

Iapetus did not understand the method created by Adros for mankind to become a god, but he also understood that it must be difficult for humans to become gods.

"I have come to you this time to find you to do a real sermon. ”

Adros's words shocked Iapetus, and even the method of passing on to mankind to become a god was not called a sermon by the preacher in front of him. What, then, is the real sermon he is talking about?

"What's the matter?" asked Iapetus, confused.

"Iaprotus, as the god of speech, have you noticed any changes in the language of these humans now that the new humans have been born for decades?" Adros did not answer him, but instead threw a question.

Iapertus pondered for a moment, then said, "In the beginning, the human language was taught by my son Prometheus, but with the separation of different places, decades have passed, and the accents have changed, but they can barely understand each other. ”

"What if it's decades, if not centuries?" asked Adros again.

"It won't take a few hundred years, but it is estimated that in a hundred years, there will be communication barriers between each other. ”

Adros nodded, and then said, "Well, that's where the sermon I am talking comes from. ”

"Why, you have a way to keep the human accent constant, it's a bit hard. Everyone's situation is different, the voice, intonation, and even speed are different, which is difficult to regulate. Iapetus hesitated.

Adros smiled lightly: "The purpose of human beings using language is the same as that of you and me, just to communicate. Aren't we, gods, a way to communicate besides language?"

"You mean the Kaos Divine Script, that's not good, with the strength of the human soul, maybe you can't learn a single one. ”

The god of Kaos is said to have been handed down by the creator god Kaos, and later passed on to the gods by Gaia, the mother of the earth, and this kind of divine text is obscure and rich in meaning, that is, the gods have to spend a lot of effort to master it.

Adros couldn't help but wonder: "Anthropology can't learn gods, but can't you learn human words?"

"How can human beings have words, and if there are words, I would have taught them a long time ago. Iaptoston felt a little dissatisfied, and the preacher seemed to have come to tease him.

"Humans don't have words, can't we make them?"