Greece Brings Evildoers Chapter 160

Chapter 160 If God wants to destroy him, he must first make him crazy

With the dim light of the morning light, a large group of handsome men and women, led by Pan, arrived at the settlement of the Acadians.

Since this place was originally a refuge for mountain people with rugged terrain and inconvenient transportation, it has not experienced much impact from foreign cultures, and both the architecture and local people's lives have maintained their original style.

Looking around, they were either grazing cattle and sheep in the valley, growing food on the gentle slopes, or carrying bows and arrows on their backs to collect and hunt. They hummed country tunes without melody, which made Apollo frown. head.

Fortunately, before walking too far, a middle-aged man with slightly curly hair and jewels came up to the city gate with a smile on his face.

“Midas, the king of Phrygia and my good friend, recently traveled here and heard that you have come to Arcadia. I admire you in my heart, so I want to provide money to entertain you.”

　　God Pan stepped forward and hugged the middle-aged man, and introduced him enthusiastically to the gods present.

 Everyone had no doubt that he was there, and under Midas's warm invitation, they all came to the open-air banquet place he had prepared.

As a city adjacent to Arcadia, this place naturally depends on the mountains to eat. Therefore, a large amount of game and mountain delicacies purchased from the mountain residents were prepared for the banquet.

After being carefully cooked by the accompanying Phrygian palace chefs, it had a unique flavor, which greatly satisfied the gods who received the hospitality. They even looked at the Phrygian king with a trace of friendliness.

In the middle of the feast, the foreign king stood up from his seat and toasted to Apollo and Pan, while shaking his head and sighing.

Whether the judges are the mountain **** and his nymphs, or the mortals in front of him, he is confident that his music can conquer all listeners.

 “What is there to compare? Who loses and who wins is still the same?”

 He is not a fool, and he naturally understands the implication of Midas' words and his true intention.

 “Not as good as me…”

"That's it?"

 Obviously, yesterday's gambling battle did not convince God Pan, so this little lamb specially invited his good friend to host a banquet today, and borrowed his words, hoping to compete again.

“Of course it's different. I always think that the melody of the panpipe is the most perfect music in the world! I can't imagine that it can beat the sound of your piano.”

 At the end of the song, the audience was completely silent, as if they were shocked by this beautiful melody.

However, upon closer inspection, the eyes of the villagers looking at each other were filled with confusion and astonishment.

As the **** of shepherds, Pan was very familiar with these sounds in the deep mountains and forests, and he played them vividly and thrillingly.

As he spoke, he ordered people to carry two pottery urns representing Pan and Apollo to the stage, and then distributed a stone engraved with special symbols to the audience outside the venue.

“Let the nearby villagers come over, enjoy the feast together, listen to the performance of the two gods, and then let them vote for which side's music is more beautiful!”

As soon as these words came out, Apollo turned to look at Pan beside him, with a half-smile on his face.

However, before he could get angry, Midas, who saw that the situation was not good, quickly stepped onto the stage and announced it in public.

"I heard that yesterday, the two of them had a competition in the mountains and forests of Arcadia. The beautiful music almost made all the nymphs and elves excited. They couldn't see that kind of music. What a shame.”

At this moment, having seen through Xiao Jiujiu's heart, God Pan couldn't help but smile awkwardly under Apollo's gaze, and quickly pretended to scold Midas.

But then, Midas changed the topic and expressed his intention with a smile.

“The competition is over. Whose music do you think is better? Now you have the right to vote.”

Among them, nymphs and muses still account for the majority of the people.

The surrounding villagers received Midas' invitation and heard that there would be performances at the venue, food to eat, and money to take. They immediately swarmed in, filling the surrounding area with water, and looked inside curiously.

Apollo frowned slightly when he heard this, but he did not refuse the arrangement.

Soon, a burst of murmurs and boos broke out from the crowd.

At Midas's announcement, Pan took the lead in playing the pan flute in his hand. The sound of the flute was cheerful and exciting, like the collision of rocks, the roar of the cliffs, and the roar of the dense forest.

As the gate opened, the villagers who were not too embarrassed to watch the excitement immediately swarmed up and threw the stones in their hands at the jar representing the **** Pan according to their own preferences.

The mountain people who have also lived in the Acadia region for a long time were also extremely excited. They clapped their hands and applauded, sang in response, and sang in duet with their own tuneless country folk music, seamlessly integrating into the carnival.

 On Apollo's side, there were only a few dozen people.

 “What kind of thing can you play?”

“Actually, I specially invited you today because I hope that the two of you can have another discussion, so that us mortals can also have the honor to appreciate the music from the gods.”

Midas immediately laughed heartily when he got what he wanted. Then he clapped his hands to summon his attendants, took out a handful of gold and silver coins, and gave instructions in a deep voice.

“Since the King of Phrygia sincerely invites me, Pan and I will each present a song here for you to judge.”

As soon as these words came out, Apollo, who was naturally arrogant, could not sit back and ignore it, and immediately stood up to respond.

Hearing the ignorant comments and frivolous judgments of the villagers, Apollo, who was waiting on the stage to receive cheers and worship, suddenly turned dark and his heart became angry.

The wildly twisting limbs and the chorus that could not be called music made Apollo frown.

 The audience is already in place and the competition has officially begun.

To this self-respecting **** of art, all the ugliness in front of him is simply a visual and auditory torture.

 Finally, as the voting ended, Midas looked at the obviously different numbers of stones in the two clay pots and announced the results without counting them at all.

Midas shook his head repeatedly, and every word in his words was full of compliments to Pan.

 “Great! Thank you for meeting this small request!”

Hearing Midas' compliment, Apollo, as the winner, showed a reserved and proud smile.

 Finally, after Pan played the rest and ended his performance.

Apollo was no longer polite. He decisively picked up the lyre, cast his piercing eyes into the distance, and plucked the strings. The sound of the piano is soft and melodious, like gurgling spring water, like the cry of swallows and orioles, like the rising breeze, like the first setting of the moonlight. The sweet sound of the piano brings people to a realm of infinite beauty and tranquility.

Even the foreign monarch Midas at the banquet cheered and shouted with joy. Accompanied by the **** Pan, he clapped his hands, stamped his feet, and danced wildly with the people around him.

 “In this game, Pan wins!”

Seeing that their favorite performer easily won the championship, the villagers cheered noisily, throwing branches and garlands in their hands towards Pan on the stage, while dismissing Apollo on the side.

They simply couldn't appreciate the pretentious playing of this noble prince, let alone what elegant art was.

For them, Pan's country ditties express intense emotions, are simple and easy to understand, and can even be sung along with their usual tunes. This is the real art!

Looking at the sparsely populated field and the villagers beside him who were constantly cheering and praising God Pan, Apollo tried his best to maintain his demeanor, but his face gradually became gloomy, his steel teeth creaked, and he was filled with anger.

What kind of art do these mud-legged people know? It's just making random comments!

　　But even though Apollo was dissatisfied, facing the indisputable voting results, he could only pinch his nose and accept the outcome of this game.

 “Your musical attainments are good.”

The God of Light on the field tried his best to force out a stiff smile, and gave a pretentious compliment. After saying that, he was ready to leave the stage and leave this humiliating place as soon as possible. However, God Pan on the side came up to him with a naive smile and rubbed his hands in embarrassment.

 “Lord Apollo, since I won, then last night's bet...”

 “Tell me what you want.”

At this moment, Apollo, who had no intention of talking to the goat-headed snake and mistook it for a snake, snorted and asked without thinking.

 Since you have accepted God Pan's gifts and hospitality, it is also appropriate to return him a favor.

 Now, he just wants to stay away from this deformed child who makes him feel humiliated, as far away as possible.

Hearing Apollo's public promise, Pan immediately became elated, raised his finger and pointed to a hot-figured muse wearing a laurel wreath and a dancing skirt, and spoke excitedly.

 “I want to marry this muse under your command, please give her to me in marriage!”

Therpsichore, the goddess in charge of dance and chorus among the nine muses, has the most outstanding size and figure. She exudes hot charm all the time and has many suitors.

However, upon hearing Pan's courtship, both Apollo and the Muses could not help but change their expressions.

 “How outrageous!” The God of Light on the field was furious, and his sharp eyes were like knives shot at God Pan's body, showing undisguised disgust.

Hearing this, God Pan straightened his face and felt aggrieved for himself: "Master Apollo, you can't say that. Yesterday you personally promised that as long as I can win, you will allow me to choose a gift."

Hearing this, Apollo's handsome face suddenly turned red, and he almost died of anger.

No wonder this beast would be so courteous for nothing. It turned out that he had made up his mind from the beginning.

As everything was connected together and a clear context formed in his mind, Apollo's eyes towards Pan were filled with murderous gloom and anger after being fooled.

 Under the powerful divine power, Pan Shen could not help but feel guilty and retreated in fear.

But then, the beauty of the muse made him regain his courage, and he moved his heart to inspire the audience next to him.

“I gave you everything you deserved when you won the round. Why should you default on your debt when it's your turn to lose? Everyone is watching! Can't you win but not lose?”

　　“That's right!”

The mountain people who didn't know what was happening started to boo and jeered at Apollo on the field.

The arrogant God of Light turned purple with anger and shouted angrily.

 “I'll compete with you again!”

 “No, no, that's enough, as long as I win.”

Pan shook his head repeatedly and walked straight towards the chosen muse.

Although he won one game, there was a certain element of trickery this time.

 The villagers who serve as judges are already accustomed to the sound of his pan flute, so naturally they are not interested in so-called elegant music.

But if Apollo had been prepared and selected a new group of judges, he might not be able to defeat the **** of art in an upright manner.

Rather than doing this, it is better to take that beautiful muse home as soon as possible and enjoy the feeling of nephrite in your arms.

 “Nine!”

The sudden groaning caused Pan Shen to stop subconsciously and look back blankly.

"If you can win another game, I will reward you with nine muses!"

The God of Art on the stage announced coldly, and as soon as these words came out, everyone was shocked.

The nine Muses who were crowding behind Artemis looked at their main **** in disbelief, trying to detect a joke on his face.

However, they were disappointed.

 Apollo was serious.

“As long as you compete in my way, if you can still beat me, they will all be yours!”

The God of Light on the stage reiterated the conditions gloomily, and finally looked coldly at the jeering villagers around him.

 “The judges are still them!”

At this time, the hearts of the Muses gradually became cold, and their eyes looking at the main **** were full of disappointment and distance.

 Because Apollo stubbornly chose to rematch, not because he was worried about their sisters, but because he couldn't accept his failure!

 In the crowd, Lorne caught a glimpse of the subtle changes in the expressions of the muses, and the corners of his lips curled up in pleasure.

This God of Light is even more stingy than he expected and cannot bear any setbacks.

 Even if you fail a little bit, you must win it back at all costs.

I originally planned to sow discord between Pan and Apollo, but I didn't expect that I would get an unexpected reward now.

The Muses, who were used as bargaining chips, realized the arrogance and coldness in Apollo's bones. They were heartbroken and gradually separated from their main god.

Then, little lamb, you have to work harder.

Lorne swung his wine glass and looked at Pan with a playful look, as if he was looking at a dead man.

Incidentally, he reciprocated the hospitality by sharing his newly brewed wine at the banquet.

And if God wants to destroy it, he must first make it crazy.

 “Apollo!”

At the same time, even Artemis, as her sister, couldn't stand it anymore and couldn't help but want to get up and yell to stop this ridiculous behavior.

However, the God of Light on the stage remained unmoved and looked straight at the God Pan across the way and the booing and mocking audience.

 “To compare or not to compare, you only have one chance.”

Pan couldn't help but swallowed hard. His eyes were already occupied by the beauty of the muses. Finally, he couldn't restrain the restlessness in his heart and nodded fiercely.

"Compare!"

 (End of this chapter)

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