Zongman: Don't move, Aisi, your family still owes me money

"Are we actually going to start a war game now? Hyacinthus, no, Apollo, are you serious?"

Daphne knew very well that it would be impossible to launch a war game without the permission of her own gods.

In other words, this war game was authorized by Apollo.

"War Game? Um, Daphne-chan, what is a War Game?"

Cassandra asked, tilting her head in confusion.

"Huh? You don't even know about war games?"

Daphne looked at Cassandra speechlessly and explained slowly.

"A war game involves risking all of the property, resources, and personnel of two clans. No, it should be called a war."

"If you lose, everything will be taken away from you."

"The lightest consequence would be that we would be expelled from Orario, and the worst consequence would be that we would become their slaves."

"No, we might even die in this war game."

After Daphne finished speaking, Cassandra's expression became extremely solemn.

"Ugh... is it... so serious, Daphne-chan."

Cassandra also fully understood the seriousness of the matter.

"If we win, it's fine. But if we lose, for women like us who are average in strength and not particularly good-looking, being sold to Happy Street might be a relatively good outcome."

Daphne bit her lip, a hint of unwillingness and worry appearing in her eyes.

You know, recently she finally felt that she was about to break through to LV2.

However, something like this happened.

You have to know that although there is only one level difference between low-level and high-level adventurers, their treatment and other aspects are very different.

If she could break through to LV2, even if the Apollo clan was really disbanded, with her strength she would be able to join other medium-sized clans.

And if it is only LV1, let alone medium-sized followers, I am afraid that even small followers will rarely be accepted.

"Ah... I can only win if the war games really begin."

Daphne gritted her teeth and clenched her fists. This was the only answer she got.

"But Daphne-chan, the prophetic dream said... the sun would be swallowed by a huge black cloud. Now I understand."

"That black cloud is most likely referring to Merlin of Hestia's family."

Cassandra couldn't help but reach out and grab Daphne's arm, trying to persuade her.

"So the war games must not begin."

"Once this starts, the Apollo family will definitely lose!"

"Now let's persuade Lord Apollo to give up this idea!"

However, at this time, Daphne impatiently shook her hand away.

"It's easy to say, but how can I dissuade you?"

"Don't forget how we entered the Apollo family."

"Forget Apollo. Just think about Hyacinthus. I bet he'll kill us if we ever mention this to him."

When Daphne thought of Hyacinthus's expression not long ago, her body trembled uncontrollably, and a strong worry appeared in her eyes.

Hyacinthus's aura clearly showed that he was completely determined to kill.

If they really dared to bring up this matter, being expelled from the Apollo family would be the lightest punishment, and they might even be killed on the spot.

"Ugh...but..."

Cassandra also knew that what Daphne said was probably the truth.

Because of this, she felt particularly wronged and helpless.

Because she knew very well that predictive dreams would never be wrong.

Once the war games begin, the defeat of the Apollo family is inevitable.

But she herself could not change her fate at all.

"Woooo..."

Cassandra couldn't help but shed tears of sadness.

"Okay, Cassandra, stop crying. As long as we win, it's all right."

"That's right. If we win, our lives won't change at all."

"Though I feel a little sorry for that man named Merlin."

"But this world is so cruel."

"Okay, I'm going to bed."

After Daphne finished speaking, she climbed onto the bed, wrapped herself tightly in the quilt, and fell asleep.

Cassandra stood there, biting her lips as she watched Daphne go to bed, looking unwilling and helpless.

"Wow... I have to... think of something. Precognitive dreams are... absolutely correct."

Cassandra knew well that precognitive dreams were infallible.

And if she couldn't stop the war games from starting, then she could only find a way to fight for her and Daphne so that they wouldn't end up being sold to Pleasure Street.

On the other side, Daphne, who had already gone to bed, did not fall asleep immediately. Instead, she tightly grasped the cup, with anxiety and worry flashing in her eyes.

If she still had strong faith in Apollo's family yesterday, her confidence was shaken after seeing the situation of Hyacinthus today.

If Hyacinthus's injury was caused by the man named Merlin.

Then the opponent is most likely a LV3 or even LV4 adventurer.

It is very difficult to suppress a strong person of this level by relying on numbers.

But now, as she said before, there is no turning back.

This time, the war game can only be won or lost!

Chapter 108 Goddess Meeting, Magic Machine Gun

Inside the large bathhouse in heaven.

A group of goddesses were playing and frolicking in the bathing area; their fair skin, plump holy peaks, goddess gardens, etc. were faintly visible in the steam.

This is a scene that can make men extremely excited, but this is the territory of women, oh no, goddesses.

Not to mention men, even male gods would not dare to break in.

In the deepest area of ​​the large bath, Hestia was enjoying a long-lost leisure time while waiting for her good friend to arrive.

"I don't know if Merlin will miss me if I don't go back tonight, and then tomorrow morning he'll throw himself into my arms and cry about how lonely he is tonight..."

"Well... that shouldn't be possible."

Hestia shook her head and immediately put this unrealistic idea out of her mind.

At this moment, a laugh mixed with a hint of laziness echoed in her ears.

"Hestia!"

As the voice fell, Hestia immediately felt a strong pressure on her from behind.

"Oh, it's Demeter."

Hestia turned around and was greeted by the face of an elegant lady, long golden hair, a slender figure, and the abundant fruit on her chest.

"Hestia, I heard recently that you found a child. That child is quite impressive, right? I heard he's already level 2 in less than a month."

Demeter smiled and hugged Hestia, and his hands began to take advantage of Hestia dishonestly.

"Huh? It's gotten bigger again?"

"Stop it, Demeter. Yours is not small either."

Hestia broke free from Demeter's hand, "Besides, this place belongs exclusively to Merlin."

"Oh, so loyal?"

Demeter smiled, then turned to look at Hestia and asked, holding his chin.

"So Hestia, your child Merlin, right? Tell me about it quickly. I heard he's already level 2 now? How is he..."

"Okay, Dimitri asked so many questions in one breath, I'll answer them slowly..."

"Ah, fine. Well then, let's start by telling you how you and Merlin's child met."

A quarter of an hour later, after hearing most of the situation, Demeter's eyes lit up and a strong curiosity and anticipation appeared on his face.

"How about it, when can you arrange a meeting with me and our other sisters?"

As Demeter said this, he waved his right hand and a large number of goddesses jumped out from behind the mist. They immediately surrounded Hestia and started chattering and asking questions. The scene was very lively.

At the end, Hestia mentioned the matter of helping to choose a title at the divine meeting in two days.

The goddesses who already loved to watch the show naturally agreed immediately.

Demeter, who was standing at the back of the crowd, held her chin with her hand, a meaningful smile appearing on her mature and charming face.

……

In a workshop at the Hephaestus clan's base.

"Keng!"

Welf struck the final blow with the hammer, completing the final step of forging the magic spear.

With this hammering, the original magic spear embryo was completely shaped.

"Pfft."

As the quenching step was completed, a large amount of white smoke rose up.

After the white smoke disappeared, a magic gun nearly one meter long appeared on the workbench.

At this time, Hephaestus, who had been standing at the door and watching, finally stepped forward.

"How's it going, Welf? Finished?"

Hephaestus lowered the hand that was supporting her arm, and curiosity and anticipation flickered in her red eyes.

"Fortunately, it fulfilled its mission."

After Welf wiped the sweat from his forehead, his eyes flashed with intense excitement.

"The magic machine gun is complete."

Welf said, and took a step back so that Hephaestus beside him could see more clearly.

"Is this the magic machine gun?"

"It looks like Merlin's magic spear is a lot bigger than that."

Hephaestus walked forward, looked at the magic machine gun carefully, and soon couldn't help but touch it.

"Lord Hephaestus, please be careful, the temperature is still not…"

Seeing this, Welf hurriedly reminded him, but he soon realized that his reminder was obviously unnecessary.

After all, as a blacksmith, Hephaestus naturally couldn't fail to understand such a thing.

But even so, Hephaestus still dared to touch it. There was only one reason for this, and that was that the temperature of the magic spear had already dropped.

"Hmm, the texture doesn't look like metal at all, and this construction focuses more on concentrated magic power than defense, and... heat resistance?"

"Hmm, I see... This thing is the second-generation magic spear developed by Merlin."

Hephaestus said, a look of surprise on her face.

"No, Master Hephaestus, it's not a magic spear, it's a magic machine gun."

"A weapon with performance and power surpassing the magic spear."

Welf stepped forward and corrected Hephaestus's wording.