"I didn't expect that Adros, you are so powerful, and Aphrodite didn't marry you wrongly."
When Antels was taken away by the divine attendant of Gaia, the Earth Mother, the goddess of dawn Eos, who had been silent for a long time, spoke up. Her eyes were gentle and charming, and seemed to be full of deep affection. Such a young and powerful god seemed to interest her more than Ares.
Adros glanced at her lightly and walked away without saying a word. He knew very well that this meaningless dispute was all caused by this famous goddess of the dawn. In addition, Adros has no intention of getting involved with their family.
Seeing Adros drifting away without saying a word or even looking at him, Eos, the goddess of dawn, couldn't help but stamp her feet and secretly resented him.
"Adross, one day, I will make you bow under my skirt and make Aphrodite the laughing stock of the gods."
The thought that arose in her also opened the prelude to her tragic fate in the future, and even added another reason for their family's tragic experience.
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Iapetus, the god of speech, is undoubtedly a mysterious god. The laws corresponding to his divine power are extremely mysterious. It is unknown who his wife is, and even his residence is unknown.
But as his favorite son, the prophet Prometheus naturally knew where his father was, even when he was bound to the Caucasus Mountains. His father, the Titan god Iapetus, often visited him secretly.
Adros did not expect that he would come to Phenicia, nor did he expect that the god he hoped to visit would reside in this oldest city.
"In the liveliest marketplace in Phenicia, my father would often mingle with humans there."
Adros followed the words of Prometheus and found Iapetus, the god of speech who had disappeared from the world and was almost indistinguishable from humans in the busiest market in Phoenicia.
If you want to choose a deity among the gods who likes to live among humans the most, then apart from the eldest sister of Zeus, the kitchen god Hestia, it belongs to the family of Iapetus.
Unlike Hestia, who likes to be a hermit in the human world and live in a corner, Prometheus the prophet and his brother Epimetheus the awakener like to educate humans and act as their teachers.
And their father, Iapitus, simply liked being human. He liked human life and human emotions. He loved humans even more than his kind, the gods.
Iapetus saw Adros, or Adros in the form of Iacion, and he did not react and walked forward silently.
Behind him, Adros followed silently.
Iapitus walked through several streets and came to a dilapidated house, then pushed the door open and entered. Adros didn't hesitate and followed him in.
"Please don't be offended by me, the God of Speech, for coming uninvited." Adros cupped his hands at him.
"What god of speech? It's such a weird priesthood. Just call me by my name." Iapitus laughed at himself. In the divine court controlled by Cronus, he and the other three brothers represented The god who is the pillar of the universe, he is called the Pillar of the West. But after Zeus overthrew the Titans' rule, he became an insignificant god of speech.
But it doesn't matter anymore, he doesn't care anyway.
"I don't know what business your Excellency preacher has come to see me for." Iapitus was very surprised. This preacher Iathion, who was recited by human legends and demigods, seemed to have made a special trip to find me. his.
Today, it can be said that Adros has become famous in the human world, and even the reputation of gods has been suppressed by him. The sermon outside the city of Thebes gave humans a way to the gods and was sung by all humans.
Even Zeus, the god king on Olympus, personally announced that he wanted many gods and priests to find Iathion. As for what he wanted to find Iathion, it is unknown.
"Preaching?" Adros shook his head, smiled, and sighed softly: "Among human beings, there is not one in a hundred who is qualified to become a legend, and there is not one in a hundred who can reach the peak of legend, and there are hundreds who can successfully ignite the divine fire. Not one out of ten, not one out of ten, can lead to divinity. In other words, among millions of human beings, there may not be even one who can truly become a god by the method I mentioned."
Iapetus did not understand the method that Adros created for humans to ascend to heaven, but he also understood that it must be extremely difficult for humans to become gods.
"I came to you this time, Iapitus, just to do a real missionary work with you."
Adros's words shocked Iapetus. Even the method of teaching humans to become gods was not called a sermon by the preacher in front of him. So, what was the real sermon he was talking about
"What's going on?" Iapitus asked confused.
"Iapetus, as the God of Speech, now that new humans have been born for decades, have you noticed any changes in these human languages?" Adros did not answer him, but asked a question. .
Iapitus pondered for a moment, and then said: "In the beginning, human languages were taught by my son Prometheus. However, as various places were separated and decades passed, the accents have become different, but they are mutually exclusive. I can barely understand it."
"What if it takes another few decades, or even hundreds of years?" Adros asked again.
"It won't take another few hundred years. It is estimated that in a hundred years, there will be communication barriers between each other."
Adros nodded, and then said: "Well, that's what I mean by preaching."
"Why, you have a way to keep the human accent unchanged, which is a bit difficult. Everyone's situation is different, and the voice, intonation and even speed are different. It is difficult to standardize." Iapitus hesitated.
Adros smiled softly: "The purpose of human beings using language is the same as you and me, it is just to communicate. Don't we gods have another way of communication besides language?"
"You're talking about the divine script of Chaos, but that's not possible. With the strength of human souls, maybe not even one of them can be learned."
It is said that the divine text of Chaos was passed down by the God of Creation, Chaos, and later passed on to the gods by Gaia, the Earth Mother. This divine text is so obscure and difficult to understand and so rich in meaning that even the gods have to spend a lot of effort to master it.
Adros couldn't help but smile: "Humans can't learn divine writing, but can't they learn human writing?"
"How can humans have writing? If they had writing, I would have taught them long ago." Iapotus suddenly felt a little dissatisfied. The preacher seemed to be teasing him.
"Human beings don't have writing, can't we create one?"
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