Greek and Roman Mythology

"Huh?"

While the currents were reading the notification window, Hercules stumbled across something rather coincidentally, looking down at the place where the disappearing mower had turned to gold dust.

Sunlight - distance is a silver metallic substance.

Hercules bends over and picks it up.

It's called a whistle, or whistle.

I was curious to try it, but I was reluctant to hold onto it even when I thought it was used by the bald giant.

"Currents, check this out."

"Whistle? What, where did you get that?"

"He fell to the ground."

The currents took the whistle from Hercules and examined the cooking.

An important item workplace, apparently, that hasn't disappeared along with the corpse of Urethion.

I immediately checked the information on the item.

[Name: Hermit's Whistle]

[Grade: None.]

[Value: 0]

[Effect: Allows control of Garion's Cows. When it is long, it means to come with a set, and when it is short, it means to roam freely.]

[Description: Only Garion cows with whistles and red hide can be controlled by the mower.]

Oh, yeah.

I thought for a moment about how to take those many guerion cows, and this solved neatly.

There's still 42 minutes left until the Garion attacks.

It means we still don't know we killed the mutt and the dog guarding the thief in Garion's ear.

Once the cows have been properly loaded onto their boats, the Gerions will be on their way to shore in time.

"Hercules, let's stop eating and start moving cows."

"Hmm?"

She understands the words of the currents and nods her head, keeping the beef in her mouth as long as it's in the well.

The boats they came aboard will be large enough to carry as many cows as possible.

But first...

Well, well...

Yikes!

Hercules never stops baking, ripping, crunching and eating meat.

The time left for the Garion to arrive rises up the hill alone, with a current less than a man's.

It's the last trial, so I don't know if I'm relaxed or that hungry.

"What would he look like if he knew the trial had been added..."

Can I still be lazy then, indeed.

Maybe if you're lazy, you'll continue to think there might be more trials.

"I can't help it."

"Huh?"

"Eat well and rest well."

The currents coming up the hill saw the cows grazing on the field and took the whistle to their mouths.

Did I tell you it's a gathering if you call it a long time?

Peek-a-boo.

The widespread sound of cattle grazing the grass raises their heads as they look up at the currents.

Soon, I tilted my head to see if the whistleblower was different, but the cows gathered slowly, not feeling strange.

"Wonderful."

I can't believe I can control this many cows with one whistle.

I moved my body as a test thinking it was a very comfortable world.

The herds moving in groups along the currents were very quiet.

The whistle was used to guide the cows of the Garion onto the ship.

Hercules deliciously ripped the flesh off the hind legs of the cow by his side and watched the cows climb aboard while the currents sat on the rocks.

Mmm-hmm.

Hercules, who had eaten all the meat, was also on the boat when he was watching the Garion cows get on the boat.

She lets out a heartbeat, grumbling if she's full.

Now that I'm full there, I'm sitting on the railing of the boat, pouting yawns to see if there's any drowsiness coming.

"Ha."

That's lazy.

I wonder what the reaction would be to two more real trials.

"Um... is everyone on board?"

After seeing that all the cows had been burned on the ship, I thought I'd throw the whistle away, but I had to go back to Tyrins and use it again, so I put it in my pocket outside my coat.

Approximately 3 minutes left when you are ready to leave the island.

There was plenty of time.

If we leave the ship like this, we won't have anything to fight the Garrisons, but I don't like it.

It might not be admissible as a trial, or the Gerions may come in by boat later, so it's better to end it here.

Besides... throwing away the chance to fight a monster or a god in a myth is not someone who enjoys playing games.

Sexual desire is good, but moderate tension and excitement are also essential to the game.

I don't remember having had a proper battle since the battle with HYDRA.

In fact, monsters after HYDRA are capable of handling Hercules on their own, so they didn't have a chance and they didn't have to.

After all, I had not been able to fight properly for a long time, so I was stressed in a way that was different from the sexual desire in my body.

Then I thought I'd be excited about the encounter with Theseus when I was in the Amazon, but that was a mistake.

The gloves of Theseus' Minotaur have not caused much excitement and tension, but have spread through each other's abilities and items, so it has not been that much fun.

"How much time do we have?"

[1: 00]

After thinking about it, the time that was 3 minutes decreased to 1 minute.

At the same time, the translucent window in front of your eyes begins to enter the countdown, and you hear a beep-beep-beep-beep in your ears.

At that moment.

Bang, bang! Bang!

The ground shakes.

The birds sitting on the tree in that vibration fly away in surprise, and the leaves that hang on the branches fall off excellently.

The currents standing on the ground barely stabilize their swinging bodies and look up at the hills.

Bang, bang! The source of the street is beyond that hill.

Now I look forward to seeing the three Gerions who are about to appear.

A huge sensation.

It is weaker than Nemea's Lion and Hydra, but I still feel some unknown energy.

"Ha, ha, ha..."

Laughs.

Come out quickly.

Come quickly.

Come on, come on.

As I curled my mouth and mumbled like that, I finally appeared!

Just like a dog guarding a mower and thief, you see a magnificent Giant with the sun on the hill.

At first glance, it looks like there are three strong men.

I wonder what kind of body structure I should really have and what I should have.

"Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey."

Giants about four metres tall! You howl!

What's interesting is that three people opened their mouths at the same time and said,

In the same voice.

With the same face.

The same thing.

Speak in the same tone.

He had three heads and three bodies, and a deformity of the gods, Garion, appeared.

Together the countdown was set to [00: 00].

[10th Crucible Boss. The Garion has arrived!]

[He has lost his cows and his loyal henchmen and is very angry right now!]

[In a few moments, he will realize that you are the culprit and run like a stag!]

[Do not ignore the body as a disability.]

[His physical abilities, enraged, are nearly three times as powerful as usual!]

[Although he has no special abilities, his physical abilities are unimaginable, which is close to Hercules.]

[Beware of his swinging fists and kicks!]

[Please do not cut off his reproductive organs and store them in your inventory.]

[Vitality decreases and your body is very likely to weaken.]

Read the notification window and turn it off with a smiley face.

Nemea and Hydra have enough reproductive organs anyway.

I don't need it anymore.

"Inventory Open."

A black space that blooms and opens up into space.

Put your hand in there and think about it for a moment.

Should I pull out the perforated sickle squeeze?

Or should I draw the Great Sword of Hephaestus?

Maybe we should use a gong-nil?

I thought about it for a moment and decided to pull out the most familiar dagger.

A red handle drawn from the air and an elongated black blade.

A dagger made by Hephaestus himself.

Then take it out and point it at Garion in a confident voice.

"It's me, asshole."

As he uttered his profanity, Garion understood the words and opened his eyes.

Blood vessels gushed across his face, making his appearance even more sinister.

"Yippee, yippee, yippee, yippee, yippee!!!"

Pow! Pow!

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"Huh?"

While the currents were reading the notification window, Hercules stumbled across something rather coincidentally, looking down at the place where the disappearing mower had turned to gold dust.

"Currents, check this out."

"Whistle? What, where did you get that?"

"He fell to the ground."

The currents took the whistle from Hercules and examined the cooking.

An important item workplace, apparently, that hasn't disappeared with Garion's corpse.

I immediately checked the information on the item.

[Name: Hermit's Whistle]

[Grade: None.]

[Value: 0]

[Effect: Allows control of Garion's Cows. When it is long, it means to come with a set, and when it is short, it means to roam freely.]

[Description: Only Garion cows with whistles and red hide can be controlled by the mower.]

Oh, yeah.

"Shall we blow it?"

"Yes!"

Peek-a-boo!

As soon as the currents bite into Hercules' mouth and whistle vigorously.

A Wild Writer has appeared!!

"What, what!?"

Currents were embarrassed and embarrassed to see the man who suddenly appeared in front of them.

The man smiles and waves his hand toward the sky.

"Hmm. Nice to meet you, everyone. The writer who almost went to MT and came back is called" The Sorrowful Soul. ""

"What, why are you here?"

Hercules fearlessly eats, pointing to the writer with his backbone.

The writer who stopped speaking while introducing himself frowned, but shrugged.

"You want to know why I showed up?"

The writer scratched his head awkwardly, saying that.

I have a stiff look and sad eyes to say something.

I know you think it's bullshit, but it's true.

And the current was like, "What happened? 'I asked, and the writer burst out laughing.

He looks sad but smiles.

"That's it... something interesting happened. Haha."

"Funny thing?"

"Is that important enough to show up here? We're kind of busy with the story right now."

The writer stops laughing and makes a serious face.

"You know what? Which one of your readers left you a note? Do you know what it says?"

[Writer, I'm enjoying the Greek Roman mythology!]

[But you know what? cafe.naver.com/ @ * &! (# * @ &! I'm wandering around Teebon.]

"!?!?!?!?"

Immediately, the author's eyes twitched and red aura wrapped around his body, his eyes fluttering red.

Immediately, I shouted toward the sky with a loud voice ringing loudly in my ears.

"No, it doesn't make any sense!? Who's got a Tex that I don't have?... so I went there once. Who made my writing Textbon? Wow, that's ridiculous. Not only for my Teflon... no, I'm gonna keep this a secret. Anyway, that's where I got my Teflon."

I got Teebon.

I was never a writer - ─ ─!!!

Ugh, no. Doc! What are you talking about!! Texas!!

"I read that it was a typo... It's annoying to fix, but I can't believe Teebon's around... Something bitter and joyful. Is mine worth Texton, too? And the weird thing is, I'm not so mad at you for going back to Texas... I was gonna report it, but I don't think I can help it if I report it, because it's already made. So I told the cafe people to refrain from the indiscretion of Teflon, and... had a good time. I've heard questions, answers, and surprising compliments about Greek mythology."

The writer pauses, swallowing.

"Do you know what that compliment is?"

"???"

"What?"

The writer grins.

Protein thief.

… said yes.

[Hoya, wolf, solitude, ENT, L, surplus] Among them, solitude was a conscientious man.]

[But don't distribute Real Textbon indiscriminately. I'm in the army in a year, so I'm making Tevon.]

The story above is a true story.

When I went to MT and wrote with a tired body, I came to check my note and it was like that.

I got a copy of Tevon, and I'm looking at it on my phone, and I'm like, "Oh, wow."

When do I fix it?

By the way, if you walk indiscriminately without any real Texas value, I'll stop playing.

Be careful, Real. Mchang.

[Thank you for your shipping, referrals, ratings, and coupons.]

[MT's back in one piece! I trained, I ate, I coughed, I drank, but I got around okay. Thank you!]

[My eggs are cut and I'm tired of all the assignments, so the writing isn't that long.]

[After the assignment, I will try to reinstate it as much as possible, although the final exam will be troublesome.]

P.S. I got a box of Greek Roman mythology novels up in the bloom. Can you hear me?