Hephaestus was a natural craftsman. He was very ingenious with his hands, and he could carve a lifelike handicraft on wood with a small knife. Venus was amazed and very interested in it.

However, when Venus personally operated the knife, he realized how difficult this delicate work was. Hephaestus is carving wood, he is completely cutting wood, obviously every knife and every stroke is according to Hephaestus' actions, and the final product is completely different.

Venus dropped the knife with a puffed face.

This scene is exactly the same as when he shoots arrows in front of Adonis. However, because Hephaestus was by his side this time, he didn't feel ashamed as he did last time. At least he didn't blush with embarrassment.

But still embarrassing.

God is fair. Venus was born with the attributes of beauty and charm, and as for other aspects, it was all waste.

Beautiful enough to be his killer.

Hephaestus couldn't help laughing at the way he was angry at the wood: "I'll do it, I'll send you after I'm done."

Venus said stubbornly: "No, I want this."

Hephaestus stared at the pitted wooden block in front of him and pondered: "It's not that it can't be saved."

Venus: "..."

The word "save" is not very harmful, but highly insulting.

Venus didn't believe in evil, and picked up the carving knife again, his eyes were burning: "If the sky doesn't give it, I will go against the sky!"

Isn't it just that the skill and talent points are not lit? He works hard, but he doesn't believe he can't succeed!

Hephaestus: "..." Where did Venus learn this?

Venus learned from Adonis.

Venus prefers to listen to Adonis talk about how big the world is than to listen to Dionysus talk about the mountains. Adonis has read a lot of books, among which the East seems to be especially popular to go against the sky, and he doesn't know what evil the East's way of heaven has done.

Later, he went to the East to find out that what he listened to was not the orthodox myth of the East, but the novel of the upgrade of the oriental fantasy...

Anyway, Venus is now deeply poisoned by oriental fantasy novels, full of the second sense of the sky, which proves that he is not a beautiful waste.

Hephaestus is of course by him.

Seeing that Venus scrapped piece after piece of wood, his movements went from clumsy to irritable, but his works did not progress, and Hephaestus was helpless and wanted to laugh.

Until Venus accidentally cut his hand and blood dripped from his fingertips, Hephaestus smiled instantly, stood up and walked out: "I'll go to Apollo to get the medicine."

Apollo is the god of medicine and has healing properties. Speaking of which, Venus is unbalanced again. Why does he only light up love and beauty, while Apollo lights up light, prophecy, music, medicine, and many other skills. God is so unfair, he is going to go against this day!

To say that Venus is also squeamish, just about to cry out in pain, when he saw Hephaestus' reaction was bigger than him, he was so frightened that he didn't dare to be hypocritical: "No need, no need, the wound will heal automatically when you come back... ...oh, it's healed."

He held up his forefinger intact.

Hephaestus sat down again, still distressed and afraid, and confiscated Venus's knife: "Don't learn this."

Venus did not insist: "Hephaestus, I want to see you build weapons. I have long wanted to know how such powerful weapons are made."

Hephaestus euphemistically said: "This learning is very difficult."

Venus can cut his fingers even in the simplest wood carvings. Did he die on the spot when he learned weapon forging?

"...I didn't want to learn this." Venus said, "I was just curious to see."

"Nothing to see, the forging process is boring and noisy."

"But I want to see it."

"……All right."

Hephaestus couldn't refuse him, so he sat down on the bench and started to strike. He thought that Venus would not be able to stand this boring process, and he would be drowsy if he didn't leave halfway. Who knew that Venus really moved a small bench and sat on the side, with the bonfire imprinted on his face, and his green eyes were concentrated. He hit the iron all day.

"It's hard work, Hephaestus." Venus said with admiration, "You're amazing."

Hephaestus blushed.

No one has ever watched him work so patiently. All the gods on the holy mountain love the weapons and accessories produced by Vulcan, and take his contribution as a matter of course. Venus was the first willing to understand the process and said he worked hard.

Hephaestus blushed so much that he nearly hit his fingers several times, feeling the heat all over his body.

Maybe the flame temperature is too high. Hephaestus thought.

But how can Vulcan be affected by fire?

Venus is good to Hephaestus, not just out of sympathy, but out of sincerity.

He is the god of love and can perceive all kinds of love. The broad sense of love is very broad. Admiration, parent-child affection, friend affection, and all affections with love can be felt by him. This ability will peak in adulthood, but now he is just as sensitive.

Almost all the gods of Olympus had a fondness for him. Dionysus is a mellow wine, Hermes is a sweet rum, and Ares is a strong vodka, each with its own flavor.

Hephaestus is boiled water with a very light taste, or a spring in the mountains.

Not as bells and whistles as any of the gods, but without any impurities.

It's a very sincere feeling.

If only one friend could be chosen, Venus would only choose Hephaestus.

But if one were to choose a lover, Venus would only choose Adonis. What Adonis brought him was the sweet taste of honey, which represented the deep affection in love.

The gods on the holy mountain all regarded Hephaestus as their number one rival in love, and did not understand why the ugliest god could gain the favor of the most beautiful god. What they didn't know was that the god of beauty favored a mortal man who lived at the foot of the mountain and was well protected, and no one found out.