The pearl disappeared on the tray on the right, and a blue liquid slowly emerged from the balance on the left.

Manda was stunned, and so was the poet.

The poet stood up and said, "What is this?"

Manda said in shock: "You stood up?"

The poet stood up, although he was not very steady.

He said with awkward expression: "Actually, I had already stood up two days ago. All this came too suddenly. I don't know what to tell you first. Compared with this balance, my two legs are actually not that important..."

Manda looked at the poet with her mouth wide open, not knowing whether to be happy for him or to feel sad for herself.

He knew too little about this world, and there were too many unknown and mysterious forces washing his fragile nerves again and again.

He and the poet both ignored one thing, and the blue liquid was still floating in the left tray of the balance.

The tray on the left suddenly moved, and it was the first time it moved.

One by one, the finger bones grabbed the liquid, and swung the wrist bones and threw the liquid into Manda's mouth accurately.

You should use this balance to play baseball, and the best pitcher may not have such a hit rate.

The cyan liquid stuck in his throat. Manda tried to cough and vomit, but the ball of liquid never came out. As the throat twitched, it slowly slid into Manda's esophagus.

He trembled violently, and his whole body began to twitch.

The poet was frightened and quickly stepped forward to support Manda. He could only barely stand up two days ago. The lower plate was obviously unstable. Manda fell on his back and fell heavily to the ground with the poet.

"Master!Master!" The poet didn't care about the pain and hugged Manda tightly, "Master, what's wrong with you? God, I knew that I shouldn't explore this divine object, I shouldn't explore the wisdom that is not a mortal!"

Manda gasped and said hard: "Put the balance away and take me to another room, quickly, the faster the better, watch the coming."

“What are you watching?”

"Do what I said!"

Since coming to this world, Manda has felt the gaze of the gods for the first time and the upcoming gaze.

It felt like someone called, and the phone had not answered, but Manda heard the ringing first.

...

Hermes pushed aside a cloud and mist in the temple and saw Manda in the mortal world.

The poet was limping into the bedroom with Manda in his arms, and Manda was already in a coma.

Hermes frowned and said, "Is he injured?"

Pan Shen stood aside and shook his head repeatedly: "I watched him last night. He was very good. He had been tossing with four women all night."

"He really feels like this, and he doesn't see when it's now!"

"He just started a battle between two forces, and in the long run, it is indeed a victory worth celebrating."

Hermes shook his head and said, "The war between the Lord of God's Punishment and Cronos is not over yet. Cronos is seriously injured. The war will soon turn. He doesn't have to spend too much effort here.

Odysseus is about to arrive in the country of slaughter. The name of the new god is still unstable. The authority has just begun and it is likely to be stolen by Athena."

Pan Shin said: "I'll go there. Although my power in the mortal world will be limited, it should be more than enough to deal with Odysseus."

"There is too close to the edge of the world, and we cannot show up easily there. Rules are rules. Too unrestrained will anger Gaia, and carve stories on the rock wall as soon as possible to make Harumas' authority stronger."

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

The sound of axes and chisels in the distance was endless. Hermes sighed and said, "Hepaistos is really hardworking. Most of the gods on Mount Olympia have been forgotten by the world. How many more deeds can be left for him to carve?"

Pan Shen pursed his fangs: "Aris often went to the cliff to tamper with some disgraceful history. Hera has always been indulged in this regard. Hephaestus is so stubborn. As long as he discovers tampering, he will definitely change it. They have had many battles on the cliff during this period."

"All are idle!" A rare anger appeared on Hermes' face, "It seems that I have to find something for them. How is Sandir prepared?"

"She has completely controlled Medusa's body and often goes to the forest hunting ground to hone herself."

God Pan said it very tactfully, but Hermes understood what He meant.

"How do I understand such an act? What did He provoke Artemis to do? Does He have nothing else to do? Let her stay by the cliff from today and carve the deeds of Harumas in just a moment's gap."

Pan leaned over and bowed, and was about to leave, Hermes reminded him again: "Go and see Manda. He seems to be really injured, and he is still seriously injured."

After leaving Hermes' palace, Pan Shen was planning to search for Sandir in the forest hunting ground, but suddenly saw Carlisto blocking his way.

God Pan was not in a good mood, but under any circumstances, He could put a kind smile on his face.

"Beautiful Ningfu, what's the point of finding me?"

"I need your help."

"Don't say so loud..." Pan Shen looked around and said, "If you don't mind, please go to the humble house to talk. Just don't worry, I won't do anything wrong to you."

Callisto smiled and said, "Take out all the unreasonable actions you can think of, do whatever you want, and I promise you."

Pan Shen smiled and said, "That's really flattering. Beautiful fairy, please come with me."

When he arrived at the palace of God Pan, Kalisto unbuttoned the brooch and said, "I have two things to do to need your help."

Pan Shen quickly helped Calisto bring the brooch back: "Tell me about it first."

"It's okay to do things first," Callisto gently lifted his skirt. "The first thing is that I want to regain authority in the world."

Pan respectfully put down Carlisto's skirt: "Improve it, this is impossible."

"Don't be so absolute, your father is the ruler of order. I am just a mortal god believed by a group of savages."

"It's just a god in the mortal world?" Pan asked Calisto to sit down and poured her a glass of wine. "I think you should miss that kind of day. Pearls of faith are constantly emerging in your body, and it almost burst your stomach."

Kalisto nodded and said, "It's like that. At this time, I will drive all the believers out and not allow them to recite my honorable name. But the pearls continue to surge into the sacrificial sac of faith. I must vomit some, otherwise I will not be able to digest it."

Pan Shen smiled and said, "You have also seen the harvest of the queen today, thirteen pearls, this is already a happy day."

Kalisto said: "I know the Queen is in a bad situation, but she still has at least thousands of believers in the world. The daily gains should not be just like this. I suspect someone has stolen the power of her faith."

Pan Shen shook his head and said, "No one dares to steal her faith. The queen is very irritable and sensitive. Even if he captures a trace of suspicion, the entire Olympia will be upset.

Currently, there are only so many powers of faith belonging to Him. In the world, there are indeed thousands or even hundreds of thousands of people who remember His name, but those people are not His believers at all. They never pray to Hera, and they will not offer sacrifices to Hera.

Women will pray to the Lord of God when they get married and have children. They have long stopped treating the Queen as a shelter. Hera is a legend written in the pamper book and a story contained in the mouth of the old woman. The storyteller and the poet can make up a lot of erotic jokes for the Queen of God for two copper coins. Do you think these people will bring the Queen of God the power of faith?”

Calisto thought for a moment and said, "There are still loyal believers. Last month, Hera received a sacrifice..."

"Yes, a grand sacrifice has harvested a total of 203 pearls. Can it be compared with the sacrifices you were on earth?"

Kalisto did not make any noise. She could harvest at least three or five hundred pearls in a sacrifice on earth, and it was not uncommon for thousands of pearls to be found.

Pan continued: "In the world, there are four or five secret organizations that believe in Hera, and there are a total of two or three hundred people. This is what you call a devout believer.

But how pious are these people? They have heard of Hera's deeds and have experiences similar to Hera. They offer sacrifices to Hera in exchange for Hera's blessing. They hope that Hera will help them find their husbands who are attracting bees and butterflies outside. They hope that Hera will punish those shameless women who seduce their husbands.

But did Hera care about her believers? Is there any difference between mortals and dust in His eyes? How much piety do you think mortals can offer to a statue of gods and a few legends? How long can mortals maintain piety for a goddess who cannot see, hear, and never respond to anything? If Hera's statue is discovered, they will be burned to death on the stake, facing such great danger, how long can they persist in piety?"

Callisto lowered his head: "When I was in the mortal world..."

"You are different. You were once a living God. God is right in front of your believers. You look at the believers worship, eat the sacrifices of the believers, punish the mistakes of the believers. They can see these, they can see your joy and anger, they can even see you fighting for them. This faith is true. Even a shout of the name can surpass tens of millions of prayers. I can even tell you that there are tens of thousands of soldiers in the mortal world who believe in Ares and Athena secretly, and even the power of faith they have gained cannot be compared with you.

But now all this has passed, you have lost everything, I don’t have the power to help you regain the authority of the world, that’s too precious, and now all this belongs to Athena, and I don’t have the power to compete with Him. Face it, maybe I can help you with other things."

Callisto took a deep breath and said, "I want to get my son back."

Pan Shen nodded and smiled, "This is the real meaningful thing. According to the information I have, your son should be in the mortal world. I can ask my father's believers to help you search for clues about him, but what are you going to exchange for?"

Kalisto thought for a moment, "I can help you get rid of Hera."

Pan Shen said in shock: "You can't say this nonsense. We respect the queen very much and have no hatred..."

"Hera has a deep hatred for you," said Calisto. "There is always a death between Him and Hermes, and it is not a bad thing to let Him die earlier."

Pan blinked, and Carlisto was right, but he was too direct.

"If, I mean, if, if, if one day you really need to do that, do you have the power to compete with the Queen of Heaven? The Queen of Heaven's original power is still very terrifying."

Kalisto said: "I said it's help. This matter is dominated by you, and I only provide help."

Pan Shen nodded after hearing this, "I will tell my father about this matter, and this deal has basically been settled."

Callisto said again: "When I find the clues to my son, I still need you to help me save my child."

Pan Shen turned his face and said, "This is another deal. What are you going to exchange for?"

Callisto whispered: "I will take back the authority of the giant bear mother god from Athena, and give half to you and half to myself. Will it be a deal?"

The old goat sighed and said, "You still don't want to face reality..."

"This matter is dominated by me, you just need to help."

Pan Shen's eyes lit up: "Can you let me listen to the details?"

"I have been a mortal god in the extreme cold land for ten thousand years, and I only know how to do some things."
Chapter completed!