I'm starting a mythical revival in Tokyo

Chapter 285 People Have Different Hobbies
"Enkidu, although there are no outsiders in this palace, but... you should not be so ostentatious."

It was true that Muffat liked little boys, but he would not allow a group of men to walk around the palace without clothes.

The part below is fun when you need it, but when you don't need it, it's annoying to watch it hanging around.

Especially, the part that goes on the chain is so big!

Muffat glanced at his own without leaving a trace. It seemed to be about the same. This thing was incredibly big.

"God King, please forgive my rudeness, but this person needs your attention."

The naked Hermaphroditus was thrown in front of Muffat, who could tell at a glance that he was a hermaphrodite.

Nothing else, this distinctive feature is too obvious!
Muffat was a little dissatisfied. He sent Enkidu to the front line to do work, not to hunt for beauties for him.

Although he can take as many gifts as he wants, this is not the real deal!
"Enkidu, you lost Ishihar, and you brought me this, this... um, Greek god?"

"Yes, God King."

"While I was fighting the gods behind the People's Revolutionary League, a group of Greek gods invaded the German positions."

"They took Ishihar away, but the German explosion left most of the enemy behind. He was one of them. The others are still being rounded up."

Enkidu did not say what kind of god he was fighting, only that the other side was a force supporting the People's Revolutionary League.

Fuso openly supports the People's Revolutionary League and is extremely closed.

Apart from knowing that the God-King had undergone Nirvana and rebirth, they knew nothing about Fuso.

Oh!
Another thing we know is that he has many dogs under him.

But this is not important. What is important now is why the Greek gods, who have reached a cooperation with Muffat, would appear in the People's Revolutionary League?

"You think this is hedging your bets?"

"Possible, but not certain."

Muffat spread out his hands, and Hermaphroditus was blown to him by a gust of wind.

The effect of the weakening drug had not yet worn off, and he could do nothing now. He could only look at Muffat with pitiful eyes.

He has an almost perfect female body, with graceful arches, delicate ankles, long, slender legs and elastic, plump fat.

There is a faint vest line on her slender waist, and her chest is quite firm. Even though she is lying down now, she is still proudly pointing straight to the sky.

Her long flowing brown hair was combed into a lady's hairstyle, there were faint traces of tears on her face, and her light green eyes were filled with pity and pleading.

Most importantly, he has Muffat's favorite small parts, which should be called big parts on him.

Muffat looked at his parts, then at those on Enkidu's chain.

"Those crazy people interrogated him?"

"To be precise, it was torture. They didn't ask."

Muffat sneered. This really fits his impression of those lunatics, torturing themselves and others.

He saw the light of the nuclear explosion even in the Sky Garden, and the raw materials were provided by the Oasis Cult.

He dared to place a nuclear reactor under his own command center, and would self-destruct if the other party crossed the line even a little bit. Even Muffat was frightened by this madness.

Expecting them to interrogate you is like expecting a mouse to spit out the rice it has eaten!

He stroked Hermaphroditus' body with his hands, and the feeling was as smooth as milk, much better than what the priests paid as tribute.

Muffat was a little excited now. "I'll just ask about Greece. You go back to the front line and stabilize it. It would be best if we could move the front line back a little."

"clear."

Muffat’s request was simple, which was to pretend that the front was tight and the back was tight.

Let Ramon mistakenly believe that the Sky Garden is weak and that the front line has exploded, so it is not difficult to disguise it.

Moreover, this excuse can be used to explain Ishihar's disappearance. The scale of the nuclear explosion was staggering, and it was normal for a small diplomat to be reduced to ashes.

When Enkidu returned to the front line, the second and third generation Greek gods who had been burned to charcoal in the nuclear explosion had almost recovered.

This recovery ability is almost as good as immortality, which is really amazing! "Hey! Mr. Enkidu, do you want to have some barbecue?"

"Any thigh meat?"

"Of course we have blood sausage, roast tenderloin, everything, but no beef."

The German army’s grand barbecue party made the People’s Revolutionary League on the opposite side envious, and their eyes kept drifting towards the Minotaur.

This is beef!
These eyes stared at him so hard that he felt a chill running down his head. These eyes really treated him as food.

But his eyesight wasn't much better, and he stared at Jeanne so directly that it frightened her even as she was waving the snake-headed staff.

It hit him on the head!
The Minotaur was hit by the snake-headed staff with such force that he saw stars. Erdley, who was standing next to him, laughed secretly.

You deserve it!
I asked you to go up but you didn’t, and you were staring at others!
What's so good about this stinky bitch? I'm going to hit you!
"Doctor, heal him."

A bleak shadow emerged from the golden armor and made a solemn statement to Jeanne.

"I am Asclepius, a physician, but not your servant!"

That being said, his hand still healed the Minotaur, as the blow from the staff just now was quite severe.

It must be that the Minotaur was stubborn, otherwise he would have been dragged away and made into beef hotpot by now.

But it doesn’t matter. With Asclepius here, he can be saved even if he is sliced ​​into beef rolls.

"Minotaur, this is not a holy war, why are you staring at me?"

The Minotaur was also a Hades warrior under Pluto and an executioner under Minos.

But they weren't fighting a holy war, and Jeanna didn't think he had any reason to stare at her.

The Minotaur blushed at Jeanne's question.

Although he was a minotaur with brown skin, he could still be seen blushing and his nose was steaming.

Erdley couldn't believe that this guy would actually blush!

They all knew what Jeanne's face looked like. This Minotaur ignored this charming beauty and fell in love with a gossip with a rotten face!
The Minotaur touched his stylish big horns and said with an evasive look.

"Um...um, I have a request."

"No time!"

Jeanne is too lazy to get entangled with men. Having Joan of Arc is enough for her. She can hold Joan of Arc as a pillow, soft and fragrant. Can you do that?

"Hey wait wait wait wait, wait, you must be free by then for this request of mine!"

The Minotaur was anxious. He really needed Jeanne now, otherwise he would die.

Seeing how anxious he was, Jeanna, who had a conscience, reluctantly agreed...

Listen to what he says.

Jeanna, who was wearing a dazzling golden armor, stopped and said, "Tell me what's the matter. Forget about eating or pursuing me. But you can talk about being my stepmother."

Minos is indeed handsome, but he is not a very suitable lover.

"Um...neither. I want to ask, are you willing to make a high-end life-size model?"

Jeana didn't understand what "high-end life-size figures" meant. What the hell was this?

"That's right, that's right. After you die, can you give me your body so I can make it into an immortal statue? It's not really a statue, it's movable."

“Is it still usable?”

The words of the Minotaur made Erdelli laugh to death. This guy actually wanted to make a figure out of a person. You, a minotaur, don’t like beauties but prefer figures!

Are you a minotaur or a craftsman?
Jeanne ignored Erdley who was laughing loudly, and after careful consideration, she asked in a tactful way.

"Minotaur, are you sexually attracted to inanimate, unconscious human bodies?"

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