Simultaneous travel: all abstract fun people

Chapter 332 When Aphrodite's illegitimate son meets his unfaithful father

With that thought in mind, Roger gently pushed open the window and climbed into the palace.

His landing startled the two people inside the house.

"Who?"

Karl Chorpoper suddenly stood up.

The maid was also terrified, her face turning pale: "Thief!"

But the next second, the two were attracted by Roger's appearance.

His features were striking, like a masterpiece meticulously sculpted by a master craftsman, and his eyes seemed to be able to drown you in them.

Calcioppe muttered to himself, "So handsome."

Roger did not answer their questions, but instead directly activated his authority.

A faint pink light emanated from him, like a gentle spring breeze, softly brushing over the two of them.

In an instant, their eyes became unfocused.

Where is Medea?

Roger asked in a low voice.

Calciope obediently replied, "Medea is in the temple of Hecate; she is a priestess there."

Upon hearing this, Roger's heart stirred.

Oh, right, it seems that's true.

Roger casually waved his hand, and then modified their memories again, erasing their previous conversation and his appearance.

After finishing his business, Roger turned and left, heading straight for the Temple of Hecate.

……

The Temple of Hecate was quiet under the cover of night.

Roger infiltrated silently and quickly located his target.

Medea was fast asleep in bed.

She was wearing a white nightgown, her long, black hair cascading over the pillow, her face serene, like a goddess.

Roger stood by the bed, a slight smile playing on his lips.

He once again activated his power and quietly entered her dream.

In the dream, the kingdom suddenly welcomed a group of heroes.

The leader was an exceptionally handsome man.

It was Roger.

He went before the king and asked to marry Medea.

To make things difficult for him, the king presented him with an impossible task.

Use two fire-breathing bulls to plow the fields, plant dragon teeth, and defeat the giants that grow from the dragon teeth.

Roger completed them one by one, effortlessly.

However, just as he was preparing to marry Medea, the old king suddenly turned his back on his promise and refused to keep it.

Ultimately, Medea made her choice between family and love.

She decided to elope with Roger.

Just then, the dream abruptly ended.

Medea suddenly awoke, opened her eyes, and was met by Roger standing in front of her bed.

At that moment, she almost thought she was still living in a dream.

"You...who are you?"

Medea's voice trembled, and a hint of panic crossed her face.

But when she saw Roger's face clearly, she was instantly stunned.

She couldn't help but admire in her heart:

How can such a handsome man exist in the world?

Even if Aphrodite, the legendary goddess of love and beauty, could become a man, she probably wouldn't be much different.
No, it might even be slightly inferior!
Medea looked at the man before her, her heart racing and her cheeks flushing.

She had never seen anything so perfect.

Medea was not someone who fell in love easily.

But at that moment, her heart was beating faster than usual.

Medea fell in love at first sight.

Or rather, he was lustful at first sight.

Medea asked Roger who he was.

Roger said, "Shouldn't you already know?"

Medea remembered the contents of her dream. Could it be that he had come to marry her?

Could this be a revelation from the goddess Hecate?
If Hecate knew Medea's thoughts, she would probably say, "I didn't."

Medea's heart started beating even faster.

She finally couldn't help but ask, "Are you here to marry me?"

Roger was about to reply when he heard this.

Suddenly, he frowned sharply, his eyes instantly turning sharp, and he slowly turned his head to look at a shadow outside the temple.

"Ok?"

A figure stood there quietly, holding a bow in his hand, the arrow already nocked, ready to be released at any moment.

The man was tall and slender, with a handsome face and an aura that seemed otherworldly.

Most notably, the aura emanating from him was remarkably similar to the power of desire within Roger!
Roger narrowed his eyes, carefully observing the other man's attire and aura, and immediately knew the answer:

If there are no unforeseen circumstances, this should be his stepson.

Eros, the son of Aphrodite and Ares, born from their affair.

At this moment, Eros was also staring intently at Roger, his eyes filled with surprise and uncertainty.

He sensed a familiar yet unfamiliar power fluctuation emanating from Roger.

That is the authority of Mother Aphrodite!

This made him feel bad all over.

It should be noted that Eros is the son of the god of love, and is naturally extremely sensitive to related authority.

But now, he was actually feeling this power from a strange man!
"This is impossible!"

Even if one's own mother is promiscuous, she would never hand over her power to a man, right?
Eros felt increasingly uneasy.

Originally, he was invited by Athena to assist the Argonauts in completing their mission.

After all, the Golden Fleece was originally a treasure presented by King Aeetes to Ares, the god of war, so Eros, as his son, naturally had some connection to it.

That's why Athena sent Hera to Aphrodite, asking her to send her son Eros to shoot an arrow at Medea, causing Medea to betray her father and become a heartless bastard.

But now, there's no need for me to take action at all.

Medea was captivated by Roger the moment he appeared.

But the problem is, how did Roger end up with his mother's power?

The more Eros looked at it, the more bizarre it seemed.

How did the power of one's own mother end up in the hands of a mere mortal?

Although Eros knew that his mother was a womanizer and had many old lovers.

But even if it's an old flame, at most she'll still carry the scent of her mother.

His mother couldn't possibly relinquish all power.

Even if it is indeed given away, it should be inherited by oneself.

That makes perfect sense.

At that moment, Eros noticed Roger's gaze and knew he had been exposed.

He didn't continue to hide, but instead walked out openly.

Eros walked up to Roger and asked in a slightly uneasy tone:
"What's the deal with the authority you possess?"

Roger's lips curled slightly upward, and he asked in a relaxed tone, "What do you think?"

Eros was taken aback: "What do you mean?"

Roger shrugged: "What else could it mean? Your mother's power is now mine, is there a problem?"

Eros was furious: "What did you say?"

"What exactly is going on?"

Where is my mom?

Roger shrugged: "Being in a very happy place is much better than constantly having to guard against Zeus's sneak attacks."

"what?"

Eros could hardly believe his ears.

"How dare you imprison a god."

"Arrogant humans, I will surely bring disaster upon you."

Roger said calmly, "Don't get so worked up. I just gave her a little talking-to."

Eros's face turned green instantly.

He was furious.

Eros raised his bow and fired a barrage of arrows at Roger!
Unlike his mother Aphrodite, this son of Cupid is capable of fighting.

(End of this chapter)