Greece Brings Evildoers Chapter 164

Chapter 164 Cat Girl Development Plan (4.2k)

 It's March in spring, deep in the Acadia Mountains.

The green forests cover each other, like pieces of finely carved emerald screens, surrounding the valley that is the holy place of Artemis.

In the clear holy spring in the center of the valley, two figures were fighting and lingering in the water. The fierce battle stirred up broken ripples on the calm lake surface, and the snow-white water splashed high.

Finally, with a low cry that she struggled to suppress, the limp hunting goddess emerged from the water, wrapped around her lover's limbs like an octopus, rested her beautiful head on the warm chest, closed her starry eyes in comfort, and quietly Quietly enjoy the wonderful aftertaste of the concert of life.

Looking at Artemis' beautiful, blushing face, Lorne raised the corners of his lips with a sense of accomplishment, lowered his head and kissed the huntress's smooth forehead, and the floating shadow behind him gradually faded.

I have to admit that [Goat], in addition to its fast movement speed, also seems to have good durability in some aspects.

 And compared to humans, their desires seem to be more frequent.

 Just for a moment, Lorne's eyes began to warm up when he looked at the Huntress in his arms.

 And this is already the seventh time.

But as a rustling sound of branches and leaves in the dense forest came from far and near, the expressions of the two people who were enjoying themselves in the holy spring changed. They hurriedly went ashore, quickly dried the water on their bodies, and put on the dry clothes prepared in advance.

At the same time, with a speed and agility comparable to that of a civet, a petite figure crossed the dense forest and rushed to the shore excitedly.

 “Teacher, Lady Artemis, I caught it!”

 A trembling young golden doe was held high by two small white hands.

The little hunter who successfully caught this prey, although he is only a little over one meter tall, has sharp eyes like a forest beast. His green hair grows naturally without maintenance, and he does not look glamorous at all. On the contrary, it reveals the wildness of nature.

At the same time, a pair of small cat ears poked out from the green hair and trembled slightly; the small tail at the back that was the same as that of a cat also swayed happily in line with the owner's happy mood.

 “Well, Atta is so awesome!”

Lorne stepped forward, put his hand on the furry little head, stroked it gently, and praised it with a smile.

However, this intimacy made the young green-haired feline girl in front of her couldn't help but put on a sullen face, slapped the offending hand away from her head, and reminded her angrily.

“Teacher, it's very impolite to touch a soldier's head. I'm not a child who needs to be coaxed!”

Looking at the little feline girl in front of her who held her head high and solemnly declared that she was grown up and independent, Lorne couldn't help laughing.

 Because she is only three years old.

But considering this girl's overly strong self-esteem, Lorne had no choice but to be patient and nodded perfunctorily to show respect for a warrior, but in his heart he was trying hard to hold back his smile and murmured to himself.

Well, in a sense, you are indeed an adult.

 After all, three years for a cat is equivalent to 18 years for a human.

A certain unscrupulous teacher was joking in his mind while secretly deciding to feed his little Atalanta more lion milk to accelerate growth and continue his plan to raise a cat girl.

That's right, the little feline girl in front of him is none other than the Arcadian princess Atalanta he picked up in the mountains.

Probably because of drinking the milk of a lion and the blessing of Artemis, the goddess of hunting, the Arcadian princess awakened the divine factors in her body, and as she grew, her body incorporated the characteristics of cats like lions. She became a veritable little cat girl.

As a teacher and breeder, Lorne was naturally extremely satisfied with the transformation of little Atalanta, and he devoted more wholeheartedly to shaping her into the image of a wild cat lady in his mind.

However, the fly in the ointment is that due to the success of herding, this cat lady who grew up in mountains, forests and temples is too independent and not clingy at all.

At only three years old, she had already started hunting, which made Lorne, a teacher, lose a lot of fun in playing with cats.

Now, he seemed to be able to feel the resentment his teacher Circe felt towards him.

Just as Lorne was sighing, the little Atalanta in front sniffed at the surroundings and couldn't help but frown.

“Strange, why does it have a strange smell, like...heather?”

 “Ahem!”

Lorn and Artemis coughed quickly and immediately used new topics to distract little Atalanta.

 “It's getting late too.”

 “How about we eat first?”

Hearing this, Atalanta couldn't help but lick her lips and nodded immediately.

 “Okay, let's go back to camp!”

With that said, the little cat girl loosened her hands, decisively let go of the captured young doe, took the arms of Lorne and Artemis, and walked towards the camp in the distance.

 Along the way, Atalanta was not idle. Sometimes she asked the teacher on the left about some fighting skills, and sometimes she asked the hunting goddess on the right about hunting.

Three figures, two large and one small, chatted one after another, like a family of three walking in the jungle. They quickly arrived at their destination in a harmonious atmosphere.

Looking around, you can see a temple built of cedar, cypress, white marble and gold, standing in the empty valley, majestic.

 Nineteen nymphs who returned from hunting were either sorting their quivers, cutting up prey, or feeding the golden-antlered deer pulling the cart with green grass.

 The smoke has already risen from the bonfire in front of the temple. The animal meat that has been roasted until golden brown is sizzling with oil, and the boiling mushroom soup exudes a delicious smell.

In the temple, nine graceful figures sat in two rows, having fun after hunting as usual, playing beautiful music and humming pleasant tunes.

 There are 4 people on the left side of the temple. They are:-

 Seated is Euterpe, who holds a flute. Her name means happiness, and she governs lyric poetry and music;

Standing is Thalia, holding a comedy mask, whose name means prosperity, in charge of comedy and pastoral;-

Next to it is Cleo, whose name means praise and governs history;

The one with a melancholy expression is Polynia, whose name means ode and governs odes and rhetoric.

 There are 5 people on the right side of the temple. They are:-

Thersikore, who is seated and holding a lyre, whose name means dance, is in charge of chorus and dance; -

Standing is Calliope holding a wax tablet, her name means sweet, and she is in charge of epic poems;

 Melpomene, who holds a mask, has a sweet name and is in charge of tragedy and elegies; -

Next to it is Urania, whose name means sky and governs astronomy and astrology;

The person holding the harp with his back to the picture is Erato. His name means lovely, and he is in charge of love poems and solo singing.

 Seeing the arrival of Artemis, Lorne, and Atalanta, the nine goddesses of literature and art stood up one after another and happily invited the three of them to sit down and join in the carnival.

As the hunting nymphs brought delicious food, Lorne shared the newly brewed wine.

 The goddesses gathered in front of the hunting temple, enjoying delicious food and drinking wine, and sang and danced with the wine.

Infected by the joyful atmosphere, the nymphs held hands and vented their strong energy with wild dances.

As the atmosphere became more and more enthusiastic, the quiet muse gradually gained courage, blinking her beautiful eyes like water, and extended an invitation to Lorne.

Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, three years have passed since Apollo was exiled.

In the first half a year, the nine muses stayed at the Temple of the Hearth Goddess, following Lorne, going in and out easily.

Coupled with Athena's care and Artemis' protection from time to time, they finally succeeded in blocking the attention of all the coveted people and gradually lived a stable life.

 In the process of getting along with each other, they enjoyed the way of getting along with this wine **** more and more.

 That is not a kind of subordination between superiors and subordinates, but an equal exchange between friends.

Unlike the poetry of the main **** Apollo, which serves as a foil for the green leaves of the red flowers, this **** of wine is a good audience.

Most of the time, he would take time to sit quietly in the audience and listen carefully to the works of each muse. He not only affirmed their unique talents, but also gave accurate evaluations and put forward targeted suggestions for improvement.

Whenever inspiration runs out, the God of Wine will take them to appreciate the natural landscape, step into human cities, or drink wine under the sunset. Through various experiences and feelings, they will collide with the spark of creation. It has to be said that getting along with this wine **** was the most relaxing day in their memory.

  —You don't need to think about how to obey orders, just be yourself.

Therefore, when the drunkenness rises and the instinct breaks through the reason, the muses can't help but gather around to compete for the best audience, and join him in performing their own improvisational movement in indulgence.

However, before the nine muses could compete to see who could get the right to dance with the [true fan] first, a slight cough interrupted the muses' argument.

Artemis shook her wine glass and looked at the nine muses.

 Suddenly, the nine muses, who were originally so passionate, felt as if they had fallen into an ice cellar, their blood quickly cooled, and most of the drunkenness in their bodies dissipated, and they hurriedly shrank their necks and turned into ostrich shapes.

But even so, the Hunting Goddess still did not take her eyes away from them, but gradually became suspicious.

 When did they have such a good relationship?

Just when Artemis was about to ask, she was suddenly pulled up by a hand.

“Lady Artemis, since they sincerely invite you, please don't act like a goddess.”

Lorne blinked with a smile, and then he grabbed the little Atalanta beside him and walked towards the muses in front of the fire.

 Suddenly, the nine goddesses of literature and art understood and quickly grabbed the hands of Atalanta and Artemis, formed a circle, and danced briskly around the fire.

The nineteen nymphs also held their hands with a smile, formed a circle on the outside, and sang and danced happily.

 So, is this what it means?

Looking at the smiles on everyone's faces, Artemis suddenly realized that she immediately approached her lover quietly and used carnival to cover up her restless heart and behavior that was contrary to the goddess's virginity.

　　Confirming that the Huntress beside him had dispelled her suspicions, Lorne couldn't help but secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

It was so dangerous, I was almost tricked by these muses.

 To be on the safe side, it's better not to hang around in front of your little lover.

But that's okay, it's almost time to move on to the next step of the plan.

Lorne made up his mind, waited until a dance beat ended, pulled Artemis to sit back down, and spoke in a deep voice.

 “I heard that Thessaly has been hit by a disaster recently.”

The deep groaning in her ears made Artemis startled. She turned to look at her lover beside her, and then bit her lips tightly.

"This is punishment. Father God will not agree with it. I can't get away."

“So, I want to take them to the lower world to see…”

 Lorne looked in the direction of Thessaly, meaning something.

When Artemis heard the words, she immediately understood and her heart was filled with emotion.

 “What if we are discovered?”

Lorne's eyes are gentle and considerate.

"Don't worry, we just recently received invitations from some mortal city builders and need to travel to the lower world. Thessaly can be an alternative."

Artemis's eyes lit up and she nodded in agreement happily.

 In this way, it is not a separate visit to Apollo who is serving his sentence, but a trip along the way.

However, before leaving, the hunting goddess was still a little worried about her lover who dared to disobey the order of her father, God Zeus, for her.

 “Then you should be careful yourself.”

Lorne smiled and nodded, and then at the end of the banquet, he sent away the reluctant Artemis and entrusted little Atalanta to the care of this lover.

As the goddess of hunting disappeared from sight, the muses with ghosts in their hearts breathed a sigh of relief, and then looked at the **** of wine on the field, asking cautiously.

 “Where shall we go next? Back to Olympus?”

 “No, go to the mortal world…”

 Lorne shook his head and pondered meaningfully.

 “To accomplish a great thing.”

As he spoke, he raised his hand and broke off the next branch, turning it into a cane. His body became distorted, and his originally upright body gradually became stooped, his black hair turned into white hair, and his eyes as bright as stars were covered with a layer of gray.

Immediately, the blind old man tapped his cane, and the corners of his lips curved in pleasure.

 “From now on, we are called—[Homer]…”

 The Muses looked at each other in astonishment, looking at each other.

 A few days later, Mount Perriand, somewhere in a river valley.

A man with blond hair and green eyes, whose upper body is a handsome and elegant humanoid, and whose lower body is a brown-yellow slender horse with four hooves, is kneeling on the gentle **** outside the cave, on the green grass.

 Dong dong dong dong…

As the centaur **** tapped the stone hammer in the stone mortar rhythmically, the clear sound of pounding medicine floated into the wide and refreshing cave behind him.

“Teacher Ma, I'm here to see you.”

Hearing the familiar name, the centaur **** raised his hooves and walked over to the blind old man at the intersection, handing a bowl of thick dark green concoction.

“Teacher Ma, there's no need for this. I feel much better.”

Smelling the pungent smell, the old man's face turned green, he couldn't help but feel nauseated, and he quickly declined with a dry smile.

“Don't give up on treatment. The medicine can be used to wash and sort out the eye meridians several times. This may cure your blindness.”

The centaur doctor gave gentle advice, then paused in his tone.

 “Also, my name is Chiron…”

 “Okay then, Teacher Ma…”

Seeing that he could not refuse, the blind old man blinked and muttered, and had no choice but to take the stone bowl, pinch his nose resignedly, and drink the bitter and sour soup in one gulp.

 Eh, my name is... let's forget it...

Chiron took back the empty bowl and shook his head helplessly at the strange title. He left some sweet and sour wild fruits wrapped in leaves, and after removing the bitterness from the patient's mouth and tongue, he raised his hooves and left.

The old man who was invited to the cave held a rolled up leaf in his hand, put the fruit in it into his mouth and chewed it, with a satisfied expression, and then tapped his cane, his gray eyes looking at the gloomy man with long white hair in the cave. The young man showed a faint smile.

 “Long time no see, little brother Asclepius…”

 (End of this chapter)

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