Holy City Jerusalem, to the south.
A mountain named "Zion" stands majestically, its ridges covered with pine trees as dark as ink, shrouded in swirling mist. Streams flow between the mountains, their waters clear to the bottom, crashing against the pebbles and splashing fine silvery droplets. The cliffs are steep, and the reddish layers of rock glimmer with a metallic sheen in the sunlight, forming a stark contrast with the deep valley shadows. Occasionally, eagles and falcons sweep through the clouds, adding a dynamic strength to the tranquil mountain scene. As dusk falls, the entire mountain is bathed in a golden-red hue, like a sacred realm set aflame.
A slender figure stands atop a spacious mountain platform, opening golden eyes and gazing into the distance.
The sight penetrates a thin layer of chaotic mist, taking in a stretch of azure and calm sea.
Then, there are pristine white sandy beaches with distinct grains, lush green forests, undulating continental shelves, and the towering city-states of humanity.
These layered elements form a collective name—the Age of Greek Gods.
"Already bordering so soon?"
Murmuring to himself, a trace of worry flashes across Luo En’s face.
As each divine era grows and expands, the chaotic zones comprised of irregular material clusters and disorderly magic power waves are increasingly shrinking.
At this rate, it won’t be long before the barriers between divine eras disappear, inevitably leading to clashes between different divine races and civilizations.
When that time comes, the smokescreen he left when he left may not be able to indefinitely block the peering eyes of other divine eras, and a great war will be unavoidable.
He must hasten his progress.
As Luo En lowers his head in contemplation, a graceful young woman walks up the winding stone steps behind him.
She is draped in a wide white robe, carrying a basket woven from vines, her slightly curly black hair interwoven with red agate beads which clang gently as she moves. Her honey-toned skin glows like honey, her thick lashes casting a fan-shaped shadow on her eyelids, and her amber eyes gleaming like gemstones under the scorching sun, imbued with the wisdom of the wilderness and gentle resilience, embodying the beauty of a true Canaanite woman:
"It’s time for dinner, dear."
The beauty softly calls, stepping forward to open the basket and setting the main dishes, delicacies, desserts, and drinks one by one on the empty stone table in the center.
Whether intentionally or not, every time she retrieves or places a dish, she bends her waist deeply.
This causes her two full and juicy fruits to hang low, creating a deep ravine in the wide robe.
Faced with such temptation, Luo En sighs helplessly:
"There are no outsiders here, Pandora..."
"Having no ’outsiders’ doesn’t mean there are no ’foreign gods’, after all, we’re on their territory, we should be cautious in everything, don’t you agree, my dear husband?"
Pandora winks and giggles, continuing this game she finds somewhat enjoyable.
Her body twists more with each movement, revealing more spring under the white robe.
Luo En raises his hand to his forehead, silently regretting his previous arrangements.
As the evident leader of the Ming Canaanites, and not young anymore, he couldn’t possibly be alone.
Moreover, to avoid drawing too much attention from the Persian Pantheon of Gods, he needed to limit his appearances and have a reliable messenger move around the city on his behalf, collecting intelligence.
Thus, Pandora naturally became his nominal wife.
Her name is "Zipporah", the daughter of the Canaan Priest Yetero, who once met him in Midian, helped him evade Egyptian pursuers, and together with him, achieved the feat of leading the Canaanites back to their homeland.
In the early days of the Canaan Divine Era, Pandora was still fairly obedient, following his instructions as her husband to settle the Babylonians disguised as Canaanites, carefully collecting intelligence in the city, and then using the opportunity of delivering meals to report to him on Mount Zion.
But as time passed, this Enchantress figured out his temperament, and her behavior gradually became more indulgent.
Even, when Pandora gets playful, she will intentionally or unintentionally use her identity as a wife to tease her husband.
"The food is ready, would you like to eat first, bathe first, or eat...me?"
The Enchantress sits on the empty spot of the dining table, twisting her slender waist, her pink tongue licking her cherry lips, uttering ambiguous and teasing words.
Luo En raises his hand expressionlessly, a cluster of fierce golden flames ignites in his palm.
Pandora’s face changes, hastily scrambling off the table, her tone turning serious as she says:
"My lord, I have a report!"
"That Cyrus is granting us land to rebuild the Holy City Jerusalem, allocating funds to repair the temple, and giving us tax exemptions, I feel he’s up to no good!"
"Of course, he is hoping that after the Persian Empire levels the five divine eras of Europe, we can become his vanguard helping him conquer Egypt. For now, he’s offering some sweet treats first."
Luo En answers solemnly, extinguishing the flame in his hand.
Indeed, as soon as a serious matter is mentioned, this superior will appropriately overlook some non-principle "small issues."
Pandora secretly breathes a sigh of relief, continuing the topic to ask:
"Should we warn our people to be cautious? After all, this is honey mixed with poison."
"No, we take however much he gives. Moreover, we must show gratitude and extensively publicize His Majesty’s benevolent deeds, writing his actions into the copies of the Holy Covenant, composing poems and chronicles about him, so that Canaanites, Persians, and even Egyptians will know that it was His Majesty who sheltered us."