Chapter 493 A cycle

The next day.

The sun rose, and the goddess of dawn danced in the sky, welcoming the arrival of Apollo, the god of the sun.

Winter had passed, and everything in the world was growing.

In Sparta, Paris walked in the palace.

Some of the warriors passing by were naked, revealing scars all over their bodies; some were fighting with each other, and it was unknown what they were fighting for.

As a nation that worships power, when the king led his people away, the people left behind could only vent their energy in this way.

But without exception, none of them found any traces of Paris passing by.

Holding the Elder Wand, the prince felt like a god who could make his wishes come true.

So far, he has not encountered anything that he cannot do.

And the only thing that limits his play is probably his imagination.

After all, imagination is not fantasy. Paris can imagine "the sea flooding the continent", but he has no idea what kind of scene it is, so there is no way to test whether his power can do it.

Therefore, although reason tells the prince that his power definitely has its upper limit.

But at least in Paris's current vision, he is an omnipotent existence.

And now, the prince thinks that there is only one left for the perfection of his life.

"Helen... You should agree to leave with me today."

Walking through the corridor, walking with ease.

As long as Paris thinks of his recent experiences, he will feel a surge of emotions.

Just a dozen days ago, just as the prince did, he successfully entered the Kingdom of Sparta and saw Helen, whom he had been thinking about day and night.

His beloved, his everything, she is still so beautiful, so intoxicating...

Suppressing his excitement, Paris did everything he could in just a few days.

From an unexpected "chance encounter" to a soul-touching conversation, through his understanding of Helen, every word the prince said was so in tune.

No one can refuse a soul mate who perfectly matches their three views. If there is one, then give this soul mate a perfect face.

If the above two cannot impress you, then give him powerful power, the wealth of the enemy country, noble blood and extraordinary status.

Paris didn't have these before, but he still won Helen's heart.

And now when the prince who has everything comes here again, he naturally wins the favor of the beauty again.

In just a dozen days, Paris took Helen to experience all kinds of novel experiences.

They watched the sunrise on the sea of ​​clouds together, and walked on the lake under the moon together.

The prince created a sea of ​​flowers for Helen, and then built a tall building with snowflakes.

Paris could feel that every day, his relationship with Helen was getting better.

After all, such means have no rivals in this era, and even the prince himself admires his creativity.

As of yesterday, Paris finally felt that the time was ripe.

He asked his beloved to leave the city with her and fly away.

There is no need to elope or escape. He will enter Sparta openly and let these barbarians know how powerful he is.

But at this last step, the prince encountered a problem.

Because although Helen was willing to go with him, she was still a little worried.

Zhiya——

"Helen, my moon!"

"I come to see you again. Only when I see you can my life have meaning!"

Push open the door and walk into the palace filled with the fragrance of flowers.

Paris gently shook his wrist and conjured up a bunch of colorful roses.

And as if hearing the movement at the door, a moving figure walked out of the house.

Looking at the handsome prince holding flowers, Helen's eyes first flashed a hint of surprise, and then a hint of cunning emerged.

"Ah——Mr. Paris, you are here again, and you brought me a bunch of roses."

"But I have heard that roses are the embodiment of love and beauty, and the favorite flowers of the goddesses on Mount Olympus."

"Then dear prince, please tell me honestly and objectively——If we stand together with that noble goddess, who is more beautiful?"

Maybe Helen was still young at this time, she was much more energetic than later...Sighing in his heart, Paris smiled more.

This is a question that is not easy to answer, because no matter what, everyone knows it.

Whether it is for gods or people, it is already a limit to think that she has the same beauty as the goddess of beauty.

After all, no matter what, Aphrodite's appearance is indeed impeccable from the concept of beauty alone.

You can belittle her from the perspective of morality and temperament, but you cannot criticize her from the perspective of pure appearance.

In this case, the prince's praise is either not honest enough or can only avoid pure appearance.

But obviously, this can't really stump Paris.

"Madam, beauty is a subjective concept, and I can't guarantee that my answer is really objective enough. But if you must let me give a conclusion, then I can only give you this answer."

"The goddess of beauty is indeed worthy of her title. In my eyes, her back is unique in the world."

"And you, my everything, when you look at me, the beauty you have is unparalleled in the world."

It seems that nothing has been said, and it seems that everything has been said.

Looking at the girl who seemed a little embarrassed by her words, Paris suppressed some thoughts in his heart.

To this day, Helen is destined to be his.

And what the prince wants most at this moment is to leave with her openly.

Thinking of this, Paris stepped forward and said gently:

"Helen, listen to me."

"Nothing in this world can compare to your position in my heart, and you should not stay in this barbaric kingdom."

"Leave with me, no one can separate us, just like I said yesterday."

"This kingdom can't stop me, my power is far stronger than you think."

"...Paris, it's not that I don't want to leave with you, but this is the royal city of a country after all."

"Although I believe you won't lie to me, it's still too dangerous. If you..."

"I'll be fine!"

Moved, Paris knew that Helen was worried about his safety, but it was completely unnecessary.

Taking a deep breath, the prince drew out his wand, and an extremely strong confidence burst out in his chest.

"Helen, I'm not comforting you, nor am I taking any risks."

"In fact, I have already defeated the destined death."

"Destiny can't kill me, it has already been trampled under my feet - Helen, please believe me!"

"I..."

With a forced smile, looking at the thin wooden stick, although trying to show a trusting look, Paris can still see Helen's worry.

Although the prince has shown the magic of the Elder Wand more than once in the past ten days, it is obvious that Helen attributed this to Paris's own strength.

In today's world, legends of powerful heroes are common.

But if it is said that a kingdom can be defeated with just a wooden stick, it is difficult for people to accept it anyway.

He was a little irritated, but looking at Helen who was organizing words to persuade him, Paris couldn't get angry at all.

The other party was completely thinking about himself, and if he didn't experience it personally, would he really believe in "defeating fate" and "omnipotent magic wand"?

Putting himself in others' shoes, it is normal for Helen to have doubts about this.

However, normality is normality, and his power is real.

Thinking of this, the prince made a decision.

"Helen, I know you don't believe me yet, but it doesn't matter, I will make you believe it."

"All the lies in this world will be shattered in the face of facts. I will tell you with the iron truth that there is nothing I can't share with you, and every word I say is true and sincere."

Speaking in a deep voice, his left hand unconsciously stroked the wand like a finger joint, and Paris finally stretched out his right hand.

He turned the Elder Wand over and handed the handle to the other party.

And Helen was obviously stunned for a moment, and then took the wand handed to him by Paris.

"This is..."

"Hold it, this is the most powerful weapon in the world. Not long ago, a god even fell asleep because of it."

"This is my divine object, and it is a testimony to my victory over fate. Helen, it is meaningless for ordinary people to get it, but you are different."

"I handed it to you personally, and you are the only one in the world who can "subdue" me."

With a slight smile, Paris said that in his opinion, Helen probably had no chance to know the "future".

And being "defeated" by Helen, the prince did not think there was anything wrong.

"Come, feel his power, this gift after defeating fate."

"As long as you want, it can turn imagination into reality."

"This is the most powerful and perfect witchcraft in the world."

"We don't need to learn anything, just hold it, and we can make our wishes come true."

Watching Helen's transition from being at a loss to curiosity, and then to novelty and excitement, Paris took a step back and turned to look out the window.

At this moment, Sparta was cloudless and the sky was blue.

The prince pointed to the sky and said without looking back:

"Come, try your power."

"Wave the magic wand, you can summon clouds and rain, and tear the city walls."

"Well... okay."

A gentle voice came from behind, and the prince couldn't help but smile.

Helen is like this, as gentle and perfect as ever...

Thinking like this in his heart, for some reason, Paris felt that his eyes seemed a little blurry.

From light to dark, everything in his vision turned into dark tones, and finally returned to darkness.

The prince wanted to reach out and pat his head, but his thinking became slower and slower.

Maybe it was a day, or maybe it was a moment.

At a certain moment, Paris felt that he fell into darkness.

Besides that, there was no feeling.

Plop——

Retracting his right hand, Lachesis looked at the prince who fell to the ground calmly.

Behind him, a black wound was clearly visible.

If the prince was still conscious at this moment, he might accidentally find that the wound on his body was exactly the same as the wound he left on Atropos.

No matter the position or the size, there is no difference.

"This is the response from fate to you, human."

"Since you have done something you shouldn't have done, we will return it one by one."

In the dark, the backlash of fate fell again.

Although this is an equal response, the reason for all this in the first place was that the three goddesses failed to maintain a fixed fate.

Although in the final analysis, this was not caused by the three goddesses who were born not long ago, the world itself still would not understand them.

However, feeling that there was less backlash than expected, Lachesis could not help but feel fortunate for her choice of candidates.

In the right track of fate, Paris died because of Helen, and now he also died because of Helen.

Although the cause, process and result are different, this has saved her some trouble.

So what needs to be done now is to find the real black hand behind the scenes.

"Let me see..."

Holding the magic wand, with Paris as the primer, Lachesis began to explore the real culprit behind the scenes.

It is impossible for this ridiculous prince to make such a thing. There must be someone else who really caused all this.

"This is..."

"An Athenian?"

After a long time, it seemed that the answer was finally found, but the result surprised the goddess.

Is that human the cause of all this, but why?

Unsure, and a little hesitant.

Lachesis knew that either she had not found the right target, or the other party actually had hidden extraordinary qualities.

Maybe she should find someone to test it, but for the goddess of fate, the answer from fate itself could not be told to people who were not supposed to know all this.

If this action was to put the other party on the right track of fate, then it could be done barely.

But no matter how you look at it, asking the gods to test a human being has absolutely nothing to do with this.

"Huh..."

"Be careful and take it one step at a time."

The hand holding the elder's wand waved gently, and words appeared on a silk scarf, turning into a bird and flying north.

Lachesis did not intend to hide her discovery from her sister.

In case something happened to her, she could not let her start from scratch without knowing anything... But then again, this so-called magic wand was really useful.

The power of fate was mixed with many other things, and in the end, the power of fate that could not directly interfere with the world actually greatly enhanced the power of other parts in a clever way.

Indistinctly, it was as if a world was actually inseparable from the existence of fate. When the power of fate was born, the material and spirituality built on the void also had a certain intersection and sublimation.

Unfortunately, I can't use it all the time, because in fact, the user who really meets the conditions of the Elder Wand is not Lachesis, but Helen.

For this point, even the goddess of fate herself has no ability to change it.

Shaking her head gently, just for a moment, Lachesis no longer regretted it.

If she can solve the guy who caused Atropos's disappearance, then it may not be impossible to get a second thing similar to this wand.

But if she can't solve it, there will be no future.

In the final analysis, as long as she is on guard, it will be difficult for her to defeat the opponent with other people's weapons.

So in this case, whether she can use this wand or not is not a big deal.