The one-eyed old man shook his head with a bright eye. "How can you say that you are an enemy when your body remoulds a new soul?" Hera, the enemy is dead. Keep her and let the world know that I am lenient. "
"Zeus, did you see her?" Hera thundered Zeus is a little timid, but he still insists on not killing. Finally, Hera compromised with a bad smile, "Don’t kill …" Then she turned her eyes to a short, lame man in the crowd, whose face was equally vulgar and sloppy, which…