I'll also work hard to conquer the dungeon today.

Chapter 475, page 2.1-4: The Crown: The Treasure of a Lost Dynasty
Mu Yegui glanced at the boy's unkempt clothes and his slightly messy, unkempt wine-red hair, then raised her eyes to look at his youthful face. Her pink lips moved slightly.

Although still very green and immature, you can tell at a glance that it is Dionysus in his youth, and you can tell at a glance that this child has not yet experienced the harshness of society, and his whole body is glowing with youth.

Although she was familiar with Dionysus from ten thousand years in the future, the current Dionysus was a complete stranger. To avoid arousing suspicion, it was better for her to observe from the sidelines. She didn't think Dionysus needed anyone's help; after all, he had lived that way before.

"What a joke! How could you possibly have money dressed like that? You probably stole it all. Beat him!" The man sneered and waved to the slaves behind him.

The slaves were all chained, and even though they were unhappy with the man's actions, they could only obediently rush towards the boy.

"Aren't you afraid of offending the gods by doing this?" The young boy frowned, dodging the slaves who lunged at him, his tone carrying a hint of dissatisfaction.

"Gods? Gods won't favor commoners like you. Kill him!" The man sneered, speaking with complete indifference.

The young boy took a few steps back to avoid the slaves, and slightly raised his hand. A bolt of blue lightning descended from the sky, turning the slaves who were trying to attack him completely black and knocking them unconscious.

"Can't I even look after myself?" His stunningly beautiful golden phoenix eyes narrowed slightly as he looked at the onlookers with a half-smile. No matter how worn his clothes were, they couldn't hide his noble bearing; at this moment, in the eyes of others, he was practically a god reborn.

The man who saw the young boy make a move was so frightened that he fainted. The others knelt down involuntarily, trembling all over, fearing that they would incur divine punishment.

God?

From his words, Muyegui concluded that he was a god, but if Dionysus was a god back then, what happened to him that caused him to completely lose his divinity?
Thinking it over, Mu Yegui jumped off the camel and walked towards him.

Seeing Mu Yegui walking towards him, his face slightly flushed, he casually tossed his hair and said, "What's wrong? Are you captivated by my charm and fallen for me..." Before he could finish speaking, he was punched in the face and sent flying.

Mu Yegui stared at his fist, puzzled, and said, "It doesn't seem to be any different."

"What are you doing?!" He frowned as he climbed out of the rubble, angrily asking.

Anyone would be furious if they were suddenly attacked like that, let alone someone who is a god. Such behavior is an offense against God's dignity.

Mu Yegui tilted her head, looking at him with confusion, "Are gods that weak?"

"Even if I'm just a second-level god, I'm still a god!" he roared, his other face flushed red. He felt extremely ashamed to be defeated by such a seemingly weak guy, and he was determined to regain his dignity as a god.

"The God of Wine?" Mu Yegui asked softly.

He was slightly taken aback, and subconsciously asked, "How did you know...?"

She immediately realized that she seemed to have been tricked into saying something. Her delicate and beautiful face was filled with anger, but since she seemed to be no match for her, she could only stand there blankly, sulking.

Mu Yegui looked at the young boy whose expression kept changing, took a few steps forward, and asked, "What's your name?"

"What?! Why do you want to know my name? I, I'm not telling you! Dream on!!" The boy puffed out his cheeks angrily, pushed away the person blocking his way, and disappeared in an instant.

After he ran away, Mu Yegui glanced back at the money bag Dionysus had dropped and the gold scattered on the ground. The surrounding commoners, fearing it belonged to the gods, dared not try to steal it and could only watch helplessly as Mu Yegui bent down and picked it all up.

"Tell him his money is with me. If he wants it, come find me." Mu Yegui waved the money bag in his hand at the commoners, tied it around his waist, and climbed back onto the Bactrian camel. At this moment, the three merchants, having replenished their goods, came out carrying large and small bags and placed them on their camels.

Looking at the kneeling civilians with a puzzled expression, he asked, "What's going on?"

“There was a troublesome god just now who scared them.” Mu Yegui raised his eyes and glanced at the exposed part of his wine-red hair, and said slowly.

A young boy's disgruntled grumbling reached my ears, "I didn't cause any trouble!!"

Mu Yegui smiled slightly, seemingly in a good mood, and said, "We should get going."

"Oh, oh." The bearded man frowned, his face full of doubt, and mounted his camel. The caravan then departed in a grand procession, watched by the commoners.

For the three people who usually don't receive much attention, such enthusiastic gazes were almost unsettling, making them wonder if they had done something annoying.

Mu Yegui glanced back at the stubborn boy behind him who was hiding but still following, and said nothing. It seemed that gods were quite common in this era, otherwise those commoners would not have been kneeling.

In such an era where divine and royal power coexisted, it appeared to be very orderly on the surface, but in reality it was very chaotic because the beliefs were not unified.

God only protects those who worship Him; everyone else is just a stranger to them.

The caravan traveled through the desert, and the young boy, exposed to them without any cover, still followed behind them, unaffected by the sandstorm.

"How long are you going to follow me?" Mu Yegui asked.

The young boy ran up to Mu Yegui and rode alongside his camel. He frowned, his narrow, golden eyes glancing almost imperceptibly at the money pouch at Mu Yegui's waist. He said aggrievedly, "Then give me back my money pouch. I need it to buy wine!"

"These are my spoils of war, why should I return them to you?" Mu Yegui tilted his head and asked softly.

"You, you're being unreasonable! It's one thing if you don't offer me anything, but you even try to steal the offerings from the gods! That's too much!" The young boy's face turned red, and he was so anxious that he was about to cry.

The three looked at the suddenly appearing boy with curiosity, but the next second, they were so overwhelmed by the terrifying aura that they could hardly breathe. They could only lower their heads and move forward silently, not daring to ask any more questions.

"Why should I worship you? It won't do me any good." She glanced at the young boy with her cool, silver eyes and asked.

"I...then how can you give me back my purse..." The young boy panicked for a moment, clearly unsure how to answer Mu Yegui.

"What's your name?" Mu Yegui asked.

“Dionysus, as you can see, I am the god of ritual culture, grape cultivation, and winemaking, the god of wine,” he said in a low voice, lowering his eyes.

Xiao Jiu is the god of wine, and his name is derived from Dionysus, the god of wine in ancient Greek mythology.

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