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The sound of surging water kept coming.
Hephaestus was standing on the bank of a black river.
There is a thick white mist over the river, obscuring the view.
Prometheus stood beside him and explained: "The rules of the River Styx are special, and the gods cannot fly, so we can only cross by boat."
In fact, he didn't say it, but Hephaestus could feel it.
Where the rules are, the forbidden area.
"You said before, prepare some coins, it turns out that it is the ferry fee for the boat."
Hephaestus flipped his wrist, revealing a handful of gold coins shining in his palm.
"good."
Prometheus also took out a handful of gold coins: "Charon, the ferry god of the Styx, will take us there. The premise is that we pay enough money."
He said, throwing a gold coin out.
The gold coin splashed and floated several times on the black Styx, before finally disappearing into the thick white mist.
Not long.
In the black water and white mist, looming, a small boat slipped out.
Standing on it was an old man in a tattered gray robe.
The wrinkles on his face could kill flies, and he punted to the shore expressionlessly, staring at the two of them.
"Charon, God of crossing the River Styx, please take us across the river."
Prometheus said respectfully.
This old man on the ferry is not as simple as it seems.
He is the son of two original gods, Erebus, the Lord of Darkness, and Nyx, the Goddess of the Night, and he is very powerful.
Originally, the underworld does not allow living people, and even outside gods to enter and exit.
Charon should also refuse to carry them across the river, or even drive them away.
But he didn't, his personality was very salty, and he didn't want to meddle in other people's business at all.
As long as you have money, you can cross the river, no matter who it is.
So Hephaestus and Prometheus boarded his ship easily.
Of course, the gold coins were also paid to him.
"Styx God, besides taking us across the river, I also want to make a deal with you."
Stand on the boat.
After Hephaestus waited for the boat to leave the river bank, he said calmly to the old man.
"..."
Prometheus's heart tightened.
It is not a wise choice to make a deal with the gods of the underworld.
He didn't know what Hephaestus was up to.
But at this moment, Hephaestus gave him a look of 'Relax'.
Prometheus had no choice but to wait and see, without saying anything.
"..."
Charon glanced at Hephaestus, but without saying a word, continued to punting dully.
It seems that there is no interest at all.
"I have a lot of artifacts here, you can choose them at will, it's just a small favor."
Hephaestus takes out the artifact from storage.
Such as siren bone flute, flame staff, river god sword, trident, etc., including the newly forged hell fire beads.
These things made Charon's eyes a little turbulent.
You could tell he was surprised.
"After we leave, there will probably be gods from Mount Olympus crossing the river. You don't want to take them on board. This is the terms of the transaction."
Hephaestus said again.
What he needs most now is time.
Give him time and he will grow and become stronger.
And this Styx is a good opportunity to stop the gods of Mount Olympus.
"These are all made by you?"
Charon spoke with a hoarse voice.
He ignored the transaction and asked an irrelevant question instead.
"..."
Hephaestus blinked, and said quickly: "Yes, I am the god of fire and craftsmen. I can forge the most exquisite things in the world, and I can also forge powerful artifacts. What do you want? Charon?"
"Put it away, I'm not interested in artifacts."
Charon remained expressionless and continued to punting.
Hephaestus also fell silent.
This old man looks a bit out of touch... a bit difficult to deal with.
When he was thinking about how to impress the other party.
Charon said again: "However, little guy, if you can create a unique musical instrument that even I, Charon, have never seen before, I will promise to help you."
Hephaestus smiled brightly upon hearing this.
This request is too simple! !
He was born in the era of music in his previous life, what country doesn't have a history with music, he knows wide variety of them instruments, that will come and have never come in existence yet.
Let alone one kind, he can create a hundred kinds he just needs too decide which is better for the gloomy ass guy.
Prometheus was quite excited when he saw Hephaestus' expression.
It couldn't be better to stop the pursuit of the main god of Mount Olympus.
"It's easy, Charon, let's say it first, I made it, you are not allowed to go back on your word."
"As long as you can do it." Charon remained expressionless.
"Good! Deal!"
Hephaestus put away all the artifacts, leaving only a shield forged from the bone of the river god.
He finally decided on which instrument, and region too pull from he decided too look towards the east and pick the erhu know as the eastern violin in the west .
Because he felt that Charon's face of bitterness and hatred was very suitable for playing sad and lonely shit.
And this divine bone shield is the raw material for making erhu.
It consists of piano tube, piano skin, piano rod, piano head, piano shaft, jack, bridge, bow, strings and other parts.
Except for the vibrating membrane, that is, the violin skin and strings, which need to find other materials, the entire violin body can be forged from bones a perfect instrument for an underworld god compared too a regular violin.
first step,
It is to melt the shield with fire and shape it...
After Hephaestus received the priesthood of fire, his control over the fire was already supernatural.
In the scarlet flames, concertina tubes, long piano bars, and piano bows took shape one after another.
There is no need to forge with foreign objects at all.
This kind of skill made both Charon and Prometheus feel fresh, staring intently.
"Can you get a boa constrictor?"
Suddenly, Hephaestus raised his head and asked Charon.