Chapter 37 Son of Zeus
The selection process is still ongoing.
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"The Aktilan family, second in line, second son."
A blond, handsome boy stepped forward.
He appeared to be the child of a nobleman, and with an arrogant expression, he stepped over the other children and walked up to the high priest.
He first smiled politely, then bowed to the high priest and said:
"Greetings, Your Excellency, High Priest."
The high priest smiled and nodded, gesturing to the boy:
"Please begin..."
"Young Master Hayden."
The boy, called Hayden, confidently placed his hand on the magic crystalâ
Suddenly, a blinding white light erupted, illuminating the entire temple in several circles. Children and priests nearby had to shield their eyes with their hands to barely avoid the harmful light...
In the noble seats, one nobleman was overjoyed, raising his fist in celebrationâ
"Ha ha, my son, a descendant with pure Actilangian blood..."
"He is the true heir to the Temple of Argos!"
"How can your lowly slaves compare to my noble bloodline!"
Seeing this, several nobles gritted their teeth and cursed the noble who had stood up and cheered out of jealousy.
As the white light gradually dissipated, the blond boy looked proudly at the high priest who was deep in thought with his eyes closed.
The boy said confidently:
"Your Majesty the Great Priest..."
Am I qualified to be your successor?
Listen to what I say.
The scene froze, everyone holding their breath, watching the High Priest's every move.
This is only halfway through the test.
If the High Priest says that young Hayden is his chosen successor...
The subsequent forty-odd children inevitably became victims.
After a moment of contemplation, the High Priest opened his eyes.
He said thisâ
"Young Master Hayden, you will become an outstanding man, a valiant general, or a minister to the king..."
"But...it's a pity."
"You cannot be my successor."
Everyone was startled, then breathed a sigh of relief.
The blond child stood there, stunned.
Immediately, a feeling of grievance welled up on his face.
The next moment she burst into tears, running to her father's arms as she sobbed...
His aristocratic father, while angrily denouncing the unfairness of the election, comforted the child and led him away from the scene.
The other children looked on with envy at the blond boy... He was so happy.
The nobles shook their heads.
They were somewhat confused about the criteria for selecting the High Priest.
Using magic crystals to explore potential is a selection process for warriors, modeled after the King's selection.
If that's the case, then the young master of the Aktilan family had almost reached the talent potential of a Golden Warrior...
Even so, he was still eliminated by the High Priest...
They couldn't help but wonder if any child in the entire Argos region could possibly meet the High Priest's approval.
"The Aminos family, number 376, adopted son."
"The Klin family, twenty-seventh in line, adopted son."
"..."
The priest's voice echoed in the empty temple.
Those nobles were like gamblers betting on horse races.
Excitement after excitement, disappointment after disappointment.
Apart from a very few young masters and ordinary people's children, most of the children who had been adopted as slaves were taken away by the corresponding nobles... Later, no one ever saw them again.
"Your Highness, Your Majesty... I feel that this is perhaps too harsh!"
"Only a few children are left!"
"..."
Some nobles protested loudly, as most of their children had been eliminated, which meant that all the expenses incurred over the past few months, including purchasing and training slaves, had been in vain.
"quiet!"
King Argos slammed his scepter against the ground.
The eyes, half-covered by the golden mask, held a hint of violence and murderous intent.
The nobles were startled by the king's shout.
When the King of Argos looked over with his murderous gaze, they only dared to lower their heads and not meet his eyes.
The remaining children were all eliminated by the High Priest's shake of the head.
Only one child remained. He was dressed in the standard white priest's robe, his eyes were as blue as the sky, and his hair was golden-brown with slight curls. There was an inexplicable quality about him, making him somewhat enigmatic...
"The Roman family, number 1342 in line, raisingâ"
The priest hadn't finished speaking.
He was interrupted by the little boy, who shouted in his childish voice:
"No, not the Roman family!"
"It's the Dickies family, first in line."
"eldest son!"
Everyone was taken aback.
Even King Argos was surprised, and he asked the guard beside him:
"Dicktis? Have you heard of this nobleman in Argos?"
The guard explained:
"No, Your Majesty, Dicttis is a criminal we apprehended from Lord Roman ten days agoâŠ"
"He is currently in the dungeon."
"They claimed to have followed Ara Messiah in conquering the Lion of Nemea and returned victorious..."
"He even claimed to be a prince of the city-state of Serifus..."
This explanation seemed to ring a bell for King Argos. He stroked his scepter with his thumb and said:
"I remember now, it was Nayara who told me about the fourth candidate to conquer the Lion of Nemea..."
"Didn't Yara come back with him?"
Argos didn't care whether Yara succeeded in defeating the lion.
The most urgent task is to eliminate that prophetic child! That's the real threat!
"No, Your Majesty...but Dicttis said in the dungeonâ"
"The Messiah... is about to return."
"That's what the guard said."
King Argos nodded, then, as if remembering something, solemnly said:
"Keep an eye on Yara's woman, don't let anything happen to her, and don't let her get away."
"This is my most important card."
The guard agreed.
After saying this, King Argos squinted and sized up the child.
He vaguely sensed a sense of familiarity... there seemed to be a resemblance in his most beautiful daughter's features...
Could it be you?
"Or are you still hiding in some corner?"
Perseus stepped forward, his azure eyes fixed intently on the high priest.
The high priest was somewhat surprised. The child was very handsome, but his eyes were too strange, as if they could see right through him.
He suppressed his unease, put on a kind smile, and was about to say something to the child in front of him...
However, the child in front of them said something completely strange.
Upon hearing this, the high priest felt a chill run down his spine and his scalp tingle.
She's behind you.
"What?"
"A woman, wearing a crown, sitting on a golden throne, with golden apples in her hands."
"By the gods..."
The high priest, of course, knew what the child was talking about; that was Hera, the Queen of Gods Hera...
His supreme god.
The source of his prophetic abilities.
If they were nobles or royalty, there would be no problem with saying that.
Because he did indeed claim to be "Hera's apostle"...
But the person in front of me is a child, not even seven years old... What does he know about the gods!
Even without knowing the diva's name, he was able to clearly describe her features...
The way he subtly hinted at his relationship with the diva... that's rather strange...
"Child...put your hand on it..."
The high priest took a deep breath and spoke to the little boy in front of him.
"I won't let go."
"This isn't about choosing an heir..."
"You're a liar, and so is he."
The little boy pointed at the high priest.
He then pointed to King Argos, who was sitting in a seat to the side.
Everyone was astonished.
The nobles were shocked by the boy's boldness and recklessness.
King Argos and the high priest were astonished by the boy's almost prophetic intuition.
"Put your hand on it!"
The high priest's tone was no longer gentle; he commanded.
Young Perseus refused, but at the high priest's signal, the two priests behind him grabbed young Perseus's hand and placed it on the magic crystalâ
Instantly, the magic crystal flashed with a dazzling, intense blue-purple light...
Like lightning streaking across the sky, like howling thunder and storm...
The terrifying air currents continued to swirl inward.
A waft of energy emanated from that magic crystal...
Some of the priests nearby, who seemed to have witnessed a similar scene before, suddenly shouted:
"Quick, get down!"
"It's going to explodeâ"
Before he could finish speaking...
Boomâ
A sound like a thunderclap!
Lightning burst forth from the magic crystal...
It covered an area of ââseveral meters in all directions...
Even the statues of Hera and Ares shattered and collapsed when struck by the lightning.
As the light gradually faded...
King Argos, the high priest, and a host of priests and nobles finally got to their feet...
Perseus, bewildered and frightened, saw in horror that his body was covered in arcs of electricity within the light.
"That's him!"
King Argos rose angrily.
In front of the assembled courtiers, the truth about selecting boys from across the city to serve as priests was revealedâ
"Son of Zeus!"
"The prophesied son of Zeus!"
"Grab him!"
"..."
The electric arcs on Perseus's body gradually dissipated.
The guards of King Argos were still shaken.
But still obeying the king's command, they stepped forward and firmly held down the strange child...
Perseus was held tightly by the guards.
But after he heard the words of the King of Argos.
But she struggled to turn her head.
Staring angrily at King Argos, his childish voice loudly retorted:
"No! I'm not!"
"I am the son of Dicttis!"
King Argos, not to be outdone, growled and argued with the child:
"No!"
"You were never Dickies' son!"
"You are my daughter Daenna's biological sonâ"
"My own grandson!"
"In your blood..."
"Half of it has the blood of Zeus, the king of the gods!"
"And the other half carries the blood of the Argos royal family!"
These words were spoken.
Everyone was stunned.
Those nobles and priests who knew the secrets of the court.
I'm still incredibly shocked...
And those new generation nobles and young priests who had never heard of the court's secrets.
At that moment, I was completely lost, wondering who I was and where I was...
What does it mean to be the son of Zeus, the king of the gods?
What does it mean to be the grandson of the King of Argos?
What does it mean that the King of Argos was going to deal with his own grandson, who was half-human and half-god?
Even Perseus himself gaped in disbelief upon hearing this.
They stood there, stunned and at a loss.
At that very moment, the temple's night bell rang precisely at the appointed timeâ
The heavy bronze bell emitted a melodious, ancient hum.
It blends in with the moonlight.
The gentle moonlight shone upon Ara Messiah.
at this time.
Ararat carried the head of the Nemean Lion.
They have arrived at the city of Argos.
....