Chapter 971: Weng Falos (18)

"The two new allies of Aohema, welcome to Weng Falos," Aglaea said politely, "This welcoming banquet may not be elegant, but it helped dispel our doubts. From now on, you are honored guests of the Holy City, distinguished guests of the golden lineage."

——

The Valkyrie of the End.

"Aglaea."

Zeus could not possibly be unfamiliar with this name.

She, like Oufoluoxunie and Taliya, is a daughter of him and the ocean goddess Oulunuo Mo.

"How could this happen…?"

Now the most puzzled is undoubtedly Zeus.

Although he is habitually rakish and has sired countless offspring in this life, he never recalls leaving a bloodline in a world called Weng Falos—no, he should say he has never even heard of that place, let alone fathered children with its women.

Yet the architecture and cultural scenery of Aohema Li in the Holy City all look familiar to him, and he even often mistakes them for Greece. Could it be that he truly visited Weng Falos and spread Greek culture there?

Then why does he have absolutely no trace of memory?

Is his memory faulty?

"Memory… oh, oh!" Zeus slapped his thigh, enlightened, "It must be Liuguang Yiting Qian! They erased my memory of going to Weng Falos! I must have gone to Weng Falos when I was young, stayed there for a while, not only left offspring but also spread Greek culture."

He even entertained a bold conjecture: could those golden lineage bloodlines originate from him?

"Wait, you mean… Aglaea is the bloodline you left in Weng Falos?" Shiva's big eyes stared at the small ones, doubting for a moment that he misheard. This old thing, when young, couldn't resist charming beautiful women; when old, seeing beautiful women makes him want to be the woman's dad—what a nasty flaw is that?

Zeus stroked the beard on his chin, raised his head proudly: "Hmm, indeed, absolutely certain!"

"Old man, you aren't having any 'here' issues, are you?" Shiva pointed at his head. If his head were to have a problem, wouldn't that just give the human side a free point?

"Don't worry, absolutely correct."

"Then how did you go to Weng Falos?" Shiva asked curiously.

"I don't know."

"Then how did you return to Earth?"

"Uh… I don't know."

"You said it was Yiting Qian, why would Yiting erase your memory?"

"Hmm, this… I don't know."

Shiva was speechless with anger: "Old man, you don't know this or that, yet claim your head has no problem? You might as well step down from the stage and give the chance to someone else, okay?"

——

""Her gaze…""

"Xing and Dan Heng exchanged a tacit glance, and he also noted: 'Somewhat scattered. Could it be…'"

"Aglaea gently closed her eyes: 'Curious about these eyes? I'm not blind; on the contrary, I see far more than ordinary people.'"

"'Those whose blood runs golden always possess something beyond mortals; in me it is 'senses'. No need to measure the world with light; the wind follows the golden threads to bring me messages, sending countless strands to my fingertips.'"

"'Just as now, the virtues of the two of you become a warm current, pleasing my skin.'"

"Xing couldn't help whispering: 'She speaks so literary…'"

"'Indeed, on par with Xingqiri.'"

"Bai E, looking a bit dejected, said: 'Nicadoli's avatar… has my trial not arrived yet?'"

"Aglaea: 'Following a single thread of fate, you laid down the first stroke of the opening. How does it feel?'"

"'Honestly, not much; I thought it would be harder,' Bai E said, 'Did Teacher Ti'an tail those fleeing soldiers? Is that also part of the plan?'"

"'Naturally. We had foreseen this assault and do not intend to waste a perfect opportunity. After Nicadoli fell into madness, its fortress vanished into the mist, unknown to anyone. But now it acts contrary to its nature, launching an offensive against Aohema… the Holy City will also dig out its hideout and sound the counterattack horn.'"

"'Indeed, one loop after another.' Bai E said to Xing and Dan Heng, 'I promised them that once the situation stabilizes, we will answer all questions about Weng Falos for our allies.'"

——

Marvel Universe.

"She must be the leader of this group of golden lineage."

Wolverine leaned against the railing, a cigar in his mouth, his gaze on Aglaea, "She should be a strategist? A kind of mayor of Aohema in the Holy City? She looks like a big figure of Weng Falos."

"Wade, what do you think—"

No response; Logan turned his head and saw Deadpool with a blank stare, head tilted back, staring motionlessly at the sky.

Even through his ridiculously stupid red hood, Logan could feel the guy's gaze glued to Aglaea at this moment.

From the blond hair, down the neck, sliding over the slender waist, over the calves exposed beyond the skirt, then back up again, repeating.

Logan's brows furrowed.

"Is it only when an enemy stabs you in the back that you can shift your gaze away from that woman?" He took the cigar from his mouth, flicked ash, trying to sound calmer, "We still have a mission, Wade, it's time to move."

"No, later; I'm appreciating art."

"Art?"

"Yes, it's art," Deadpool inhaled deeply, "Aglaea is God himself descending, using the finest materials, spending six days to craft a perfect creation for humans to admire! Do you see that curve? Do you see that waist? Do you see that—"

"Shut up, I saw it," Logan interrupted.

"Then you shouldn't urge me, nor blame me, if I don't spend time admiring, that's disrespect to her! It's a desecration of God's labor! It's damnable!"

What an idiot. Logan's temple twitched; he restrained himself from reaching out to yank Wade away. But he did make a good point: faced with such a beauty, if you never pause to admire, you seem a bit clueless about romance.

——

"'The two honored guests devote themselves to the Holy City; I will naturally treat them well. What does not exist in fate yet is woven by me is not limited to this case.'"

"...?"

Dan Heng didn't understand what she said, but felt she was hinting at something.

"Then, where should we begin?"

Dan Heng interrupted: "Ms. Aglaea, could we wait a moment? Since the turmoil has settled, we wish to first complete a mission: leave a beacon of expansion here. I assure you this will bring no negative consequences—please treat it as a rite of a journey."