Greece Brings Evildoers Chapter 158

Chapter 158 The showdown between idiots and idiots

"That's good. Your father Hermes is also a **** who is proficient in music theory. Let me see how much you have learned as his son."

Apollo nodded and smiled in agreement. Although his attitude was calm, there was a tone of comparison between the elders and the younger ones.

 Obviously, in the eyes of this God of Art, the little lamb in front of him was just looking for a reason to learn from him and was not qualified to compete with him on an equal footing.

 The so-called “challenges” and “victories” are naturally out of the question.

 Hence, he did not mention anything about what happened after the victory.

Although this move played into the hands of the **** Pan, Apollo's arrogance still made the shepherd secretly resentful in his heart.

 Just wait, you will regret it!

Pan Shen snorted secretly, while maintaining his humble appearance, he took out his most proud instrument from his arms.

 It is a panpipe made of reeds and is called "Xurenx".

Like the harp in Apollo's hand and the laurel wreath on his head, the harp was taken from a plant incarnated by a nymph. Therefore, once the music is played, natural divine power will be revealed, making the audience intoxicated.

˜ It seems that he and the God of Light have the same hobbies in terms of the materials of musical instruments and some sexual interests.

 Looking at the little lamb that no one cared about and the sheep's face trying hard to smile, Lorne shook his head secretly.

Now that we can see Apollo personally taking action during this trip, the nymphs and muses naturally have high expectations.

 Over the long years, he and his followers have witnessed a lot of history, and often serve as judges to resolve some disputes.

The muses and nymphs, who were also invited as spectators, were immediately excited. They held hands and sat down in groups, waiting for the game to begin.

Temolos, the **** of mountains and forests, is a very ancient **** in the Arcadia Mountains.

“Lord Apollo, I understand what you mean. If you don't mind, today I will let the old man and the elves in the forest serve as the audience to judge your and Pan's performance together, who is better.”

 He now felt a little bit of Apollo's arrogance that went deep into his bones.

  But with the passage of time and the stability of divine authority, this **** of light rarely plays in public.

Pan glanced at the group of beautiful muses behind Apollo, rolled his pale yellow eyes, and suggested with a naive smile.

Soon, with the swaying of branches and the rustling of vines, the camp was surrounded by ancient trees.

 For the opponent, ignoring is the greatest humiliation.

At this, Apollo still nodded confidently and gently struck the strings, causing golden ripples to spread into the mountains and forests.

“Master Apollo, since it is a competition, according to the standards of the Olympic Games, shouldn't we invite a judge to arbitrate?”

Seeing that the referee he invited has arrived, Apollo smiled and nodded, waved his hands to gather the earth and rocks, and created a wide field and auditorium for the competition in front of the camp, and then gracefully bent back.

Apollo's reputation as the "God of Art" has long been widely spread in Olympus, and the music he played personally shocked many listeners of the gods.

 “Everyone, please.”

 “Now that the players are in place, let's get started.”

 But at this moment, it was obvious that no one around the gods cared about Pan's emotions, and they were all waiting for Apollo's wonderful performance.

Although it was a competition, the God of Light never paid attention to God Pan as the challenger from the beginning to the end. No matter the venue, the referee, or the method, he had no intention of asking God Pan, and he relied entirely on his own arbitrary actions.

As the hurried crowd passed by the camp, Pan Shen, who was left alone, opened his mouth, finally smiled awkwardly, and hurriedly bent down and followed him to the stage.

On the thickest old tree in the center, an old face with many wrinkles squeezed out, swinging its branches towards everyone, giving a slight salute, and showing a kind smile.

On the referee's bench, Temoros, the **** of mountains and forests, was sitting. He raised his cane and knocked on the ground to signal the start. At the same time, he lifted the tree branches beside his ears and prepared to listen attentively to the performance of the two gods.

 “I'll come first!”

Pan, who was a little unhappy because he was beaten by Apollo, stepped forward directly, encouraged his divine power on the stage, played the panpipe, and tried to use his proud musical talent to make a splash.

Divine power surges and the air trembles.

The sad and desolate sound of panpipes comes from the small hole, and those who hear it will feel like their hearts are bleeding. When the blood in the heart runs out, they will die of heart failure. And the music is so beautiful that it seems to make people die emotionally.

The reason why the music is sad and desolate is due to his unrequited love for the nymph Syrenx.

In order to reject his pursuit, the beautiful **** would rather turn into a reed and refuse to meet him.

In order to commemorate his beloved, the heartbroken God Pan not only created a panpipe instrument out of the reed she transformed into, but also wrote an elaborate poem for her.

 The goddess walking in the green meadows

Your face is as light as water

The grass is green here

 It is the hotbed paved by nature for me and you

 I'm crazy about you

 Forget the honor, disgrace and honor in the world

 I just want to hold you in my arms

 But fate made my dream shattered

Reeds swaying in the autumn wind

 You are my inappropriate sorrow…

Through the low whistling of the panpipe, silent confession poured into the ears of the audience. They seemed to be following the sound of music and witnessing the sad love of the faun in the sunny afternoon.

This country ditty, which he is most proud of, has unparalleled rendering power.

 As the last note died down, the venue was completely silent.

Sadness and pity grew uncontrollably in their chests. The nymphs and muses looked at Pan Shen one after another, with less rejection and more wisps of empathy and sorrow and sympathy. Some even expressed sympathy for the poor man. The faun wept.

I have to say that Pan Shen's musical attainments are truly amazing, and he has reached the point where he is a joy to listen to.

But...Lorne looked at the nymphs and muses who were immersed in a sad atmosphere on the field, narrowed his eyes, and sneered secretly.

If you want to use your power to influence the minds of the audience and take advantage of the opportunity to win, isn't it a bit disrespectful to the main **** present?

 “Dang~!”

At this moment, an exciting harp sound echoed in the field. The listeners who were originally immersed in a sad atmosphere were shocked and their eyes became clear again.

 In a daze, the audience who gradually came back to their senses felt that something was wrong the more they thought about the story in this music.

The other party has expressed a clear rejection and is still forcibly courting her, even forcing her to the point of giving up herself. What kind of love is this?

 It is clearly an animal desire to ask for something but not get it!

 After a moment, the goddesses who originally had sympathy and pity for God Pan couldn't help but glare at this idiot with a goat's head and body, and their disdain was palpable.

Pan Shen, who had used some tricks and thought he would get cheers from the audience, immediately blushed amidst the boos and contempt. His tawny sheep eyes secretly looked at Apollo, feeling angry and annoyed in his heart. .

The God of Light on the stage seemed to be carelessly adjusting the strings of the harp in his arms, and once again struck out a few pleasant notes, and walked up to the stage with a smile.

“Have you finished your performance? Then, it's my turn.”

Without waiting for Pan's reply, Thermoros turned to Apollo; and all the trees turned with him.

He wears the laurel wreath of Parnassus on his head and the floor-length Tyrian red and purple robes. He holds the lyre in his left hand and plucks the strings with his right hand. He is a well-deserved handsome man.

 Especially when standing with Pan, the contrast between beauty and ugliness is even more intense.

 Suddenly, the hearts of the nymphs and muses on the field were beating fast, and their eyes were all focused on this handsome man. No one paid attention to the little lamb in the corner.

Apollo, who was under the spotlight, still maintained his elegant demeanor, and his five fingers as white as jade were stroking the strings.

The elegant and beautiful lyric flows between the trembling strings, as if in the shade of the trees under the sun, a male **** with a body like a jewel has come, met a beautiful encounter in the forest, and started to pursue it wholeheartedly. .

 I am the chief of poets, the descendant of light

Like a keen hound stalking a hare,

 You run, the ice forms a whirling skater,

 A sound box decorated with arabesques and curved twigs.

The blood vessels in your feet spread into the soil,

 A layer of patterned skin covers your chest and hair

The branches are flying, and the green leaves are overflowing,

 A torso gradually turning into wood **** your arms and legs;

Your mortal soul floats in the radiance of the laurel tree.

 The immortal **** touches every inch of your wooden texture,

Feel the frightened pulse of your main branch with body temperature,

 Kiss every branch as if it were a human wrist;

 A pair of delicate laurel hands then merged into the laurel wreath...

 But in the end, this loving confession was rejected mercilessly. The proud nymph abandoned her sincere and fiery heart, cruelly letting it cool down and die.

In the sound of the piano that gradually turned mournful, the nymphs and muses wept like raindrops. They both sympathized with the confessor's experience and were disgusted by the ruthlessness and indifference of the pursued.

 Lorne, who was sitting in the corner, had black lines all over his face.

Over there, Pan just made a beautified version of "Afternoon of the Faun", and Apollo came here with a beautiful love poem of "Apollo and Daphne".

Those who didn't know it thought they were very affectionate and aggrieved.

However, the real situation is that these two idiots insisted on forcing the girl to agree to their love, which caused the two unlucky nymphs to become autistic.

As a result, in the end, they had to compose a song to show their love and accuse the two nymphs of their indifference.

Such a pretentious scene almost made Lorne sick.

 Finally, this tortured song has finally come to an end.

The branches of the trees on the field swayed happily, and the nymphs and muses cheered in unison, just like true fans cheering for their idols.

Seeing that he was at a disadvantage, the cunning **** Pan waited for Apollo's performance to end, then played the panpipe again and played several of his most proud country ditties.

The light and humorous tones bring pure joy, making the listeners feel happy physically and mentally, with a smile on their faces.

But then, Apollo played the lyre and washed away the afterglow of the country melody with a glorious and magnificent hymn.

The praises to the gods and the description of the Titanic war make people fascinated, immersed in the scene, and the blood is boiling.

 Finally, after three repeated rounds, Temoros stood up immediately and declared Apollo, who was playing the lyre, the winner of the game.

All the audience accepted this judgment and sent praises and flower crowns to Apollo who was shining brightly on the field.

The **** Pan, whom no one cared about, was reduced to a complete foil, with his sheep's face turning red and white.

Finally, he could no longer bear the mocking cheers around him. He tried to force out a stiff smile, stepped forward to say goodbye to the gods, and begged someone who had laid warning traps around him to send him out safely.

To this, Lorne immediately smiled and nodded in agreement, and took Pan, who had lost all his money, away from this sad place.

But as the two of them walked out of the camp, Pan, who was smiling along with them, suddenly turned his head, stared at the tawny sheep eyes, and looked at the leader on the side fiercely.

“Didn't you say there was a way for me to marry the muse? Why did you lose? Damn liar!”

 (End of this chapter)

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