Troy Palace

The rain continued in late autumn, sometimes heavy rain, sometimes light fog splashed onto the steps, King Priamos sat on the marble throne, the prince and elders on both sides of the branch station, and Pei Ziyun and Helen were also among them.

At this moment, the hall was full of people and everyone was talking, some supported handing over Helen, some opposed doing so, and some neutral neither supported nor opposed.

These people express their opinions and express their opinions separately, which sounds reasonable.

"Helen must be handed over, or God will destroy us." Antenor, the elder known for his wise, no longer cared about Paris' presence and spoke loudly.

Prince Ivobos saw Elder Anteno say this, immediately stood up and looked excited. Since Paris became the prince, he has not been relieved for a day. He will have the chance to defeat Paris this time, how could he miss it?

So, he quickly said, "Father, you have seen it now. Paris easily puts us Troy in danger, and has no quality that a prince should have grown up in Mount Ida. If he is not educated, how can such a person be a prince?"

As he said that, Devobos glanced at Helen and immediately attracted her attention. He originally wanted to say "hand over Helen", but when he said that he turned into: "Father, whether Helen is handed over or not, Paris has brought disaster to Troy. He should be punished, deprived of the title of prince, and handed him over to the Greeks."

"Leave it to the Greeks?"

The previous few words were reasonable, but this was too much. Everyone looked at Devobus with a strange look and handed over Paris to the Greeks. This was to betray their brothers.

Everyone looked down on those who betrayed their brothers, and it was like digging a grave for Ivobos.

Facing everyone's eyes, especially the father's eyes, Evobus's face turned pale and realized that he had said the wrong thing.

Ivobos was also concerned and was confused. He wanted to defeat Paris as soon as possible. All matters related to Paris were very impulsive. In the eyes of outsiders, if Prince Paris was involved, his mind would be difficult to use.

In fact, Prince Ivobos was recognized as the second prince before Paris returned to Troy, and his IQ was still enough, but now everyone seems to think so.

Helen, listening to Devobos' words, looked pale and his body trembled, fearing that everyone would listen to Prince Devobos's words, handed over her.

Pei Ziyun looked at Helen's expression and quickly patted the back of her hand gently, whispering: "Don't be afraid, keep watching, it's okay."

King Priamus could not give up on himself, and he had many preparations.

Sure enough, Troyros jumped out and shouted: "Do Ivobos, I didn't expect you to say such words. Is this a betrayal of your brother, are you still our brother?"

Troyros spoke without any mercy, and said directly that Ivobos was speechless. Only then did he realize that the person who had gained fame and who was still dependent on him would collapse. Who would believe a guy who betrayed his brother?

"And, what Brother Paris did was just what Hercules did back then, and was in turn imposed on the Greeks, which was a reasonable revenge."

"Hercules, Peleus, Teramon, Oleus can destroy our Troy, our princess Hesione, we can also steal their queen Helen, and even destroy Sparta, Mekenny."

Troyros became more and more excited as he spoke, as if the destruction of Sparta was right in front of him, and he was the hero who represented Troy to take revenge on the Greeks and destroy the Greek city-state.

"This is God's arrangement." A Troy elder stood up tremblingly and said.

"Yes, and Prince Paris, said this possibility before leaving. We agreed at that time. The responsibility was not on Prince Paris. If he really brought back a woman from Greece, we would bear this responsibility together." Another radical elder shouted: "If the Greeks want to fight, then fight. The Trojans were never afraid of war. This time we will let the arrogant Greeks taste the taste of failure."

"Oh, I think our Troy is not a rival to the Greek coalition for the time being, and it is not suitable to confront him head-on." said a mature and persistent elder.

"What does it mean that we are not the Greeks' opponents, and we didn't even fight. Who knows if we are the opponent?" The elder just now retorted immediately.

Suddenly, there was a fierce quarrel in the palace again.

"Enough." King Priamus shouted and stopped the quarrel in time. If everyone continues to argue like this, not only will it not lead to good results, but it will also cause internal conflicts.

King Priamos turned his face and said nothing to Hector, who was standing without saying a word: "Hector, what do you think?"

"This is not Paris's responsibility. Everyone had known about the oracle before. Paris's mission to Greece would bring back a woman, and this woman would bring war to Troy. But everyone still agreed to let Paris's mission. Now that he has successfully returned, it is not appropriate to put the responsibility on him." Hector said so many words and his point of view was very clear. The responsibility for this matter was not with Paris.

"Since the Greeks wanted to fight, we would fulfill them, but before we could still deal with Greek messengers, try to resolve them peacefully, and also buy time for our war."

"You are right, just do it this way. Next, we should be fully prepared for war while striving for a peaceful resolution." King Priamos said.

Helen felt very complicated when she heard what King Priames said, and then she felt relieved secretly. Finally, she was not worried that everyone would hand her over.

"Next, Paris will be allowed to receive the Greek envoys and try to strive for a peaceful resolution. If it really doesn't work, we must hold them back and buy us time and prepare." King Priamos gave the first order.

"Yes, father." Pei Ziyun took the order.

"Hertthor, you will train the Trojan warriors, and you must prepare all weapons and armor. I hope the Greeks will see a powerful Trojan army, not mercenaries." King Priamos gave the second order.

"Okay, father." Hector answered.

"Devobos."

"At." Ivobos was very happy when he heard the king calling his name. He was still very respected by his father. If it were not for Paris, everything would have been perfect.

"You are responsible for the management of food and grass and treatment. Are there any problems?" King Priamus asked. He is now increasingly questioning Ivobos' ability. If he had not had the impression of the past, Priamus would not have asked Ivobos to maintain and manage these things this time.

"Troyros, you help your brother Devobos to complete this work." King Priamus finally felt that Devobos was unreliable, so he called Troyros over to play a supervisory role. If he did it well, he would just do it. If he didn't do it well, he would prepare to replace him.

"Yes, father, I will do my best to complete it." Troyros looked happy, and he really didn't expect his father to give him an important task.

When Devobos heard that Troyros was coming to "assist" and his face was gloomy, he felt as uncomfortable as eating a fly, but this was the arrangement of King Priamos and had to obey it.

In this way, King Priamos assigned tasks one by one. Some princes were assigned to the city to maintain public order, some princes were responsible for going to the fields to check the harvest, and some princes were assigned to count the financial situation, which was not the same.

Priamos looked at Prince Helenos who stood without saying a word and asked, "Helenos, what is the result of your divination in this war with the Greeks?"

"Father, the prophecy shows that this time our war with Greece will be fought for many years, but in the end we will lose this war, and Troy will be destroyed again, and the Greeks will kill Paris, Hector, and even all the Trojans, including you."

Helenos seemed to be talking about something insignificant and had nothing to do with everyone.

However, everyone present changed their faces. Helenos's prophecy has always been very accurate, which was tested when Paris went to Greece last time.

"Herenos, is there any better way to avoid the fulfillment of this prophecy or change the result of the prophecy?" an elder asked, asking the doubts in the hearts of everyone present.

"Dear Elder Kaneos, this is the result that the gods have already planned. How can the will of the gods be changed easily?" Helenos said calmly.

"It's this kind of thing again. Wouldn't this beheld you watch the arrogant Greeks destroy our home again? I don't believe in prophecy. The final victory depends on our warriors." The elder, who had an extremely hot temper, said loudly, but there were few responses.

In this world controlled by the gods, politics, military, and power must give way.

"Actually, there is still room for change in this prophecy, right?" Priamus looked at the son of the prophet calmly, disgusted him and regarded him as a crow.

Rather than hating this son, I hate prophecy and the gods behind it.

Princess Cassandra, who was the one who was given prophecy by God, was better than Helenos, and did not make any mistakes every time, but none of the Trojans believed her and mocked her and ridiculed her.

The profound reason is that every time God predicts, it is not good for Troy, which makes Troy deeply dissatisfied.

"Father, the result was destined from the beginning. Paris was just an introduction. The gods had long decided their destiny, including the fate of our Troy." Helenos said a heartbroken fact that no one accepted.

Priamus's face was gloomy and the whole palace was silent.

"Prophecy can change, but we must find such heroes, and only heroes can change the fate of our Troy."

A voice suddenly sounded in the palace. Everyone turned around and found that it was a prophet in the city. Everyone looked over, full of hope.
Chapter completed!