Greece Brings Evildoers Chapter 167

Chapter 167 As long as the **** is wielded well, there is no corner that cannot be dug down (4.2k)

 The next day, Mount Perriand.

Chiron the Sage decided to leave for Athens as soon as possible because he was worried about his disciple.

Before leaving, Lorne moved his lips, but finally chose to remain silent and did not inform Chiron about the future **** of medicine going to Cyprus.

Although Asclepius was just an illegitimate son that Apollo didn't like very much, he was still a blood relative within the Olympus system. Even if he accidentally offended those uncles and aunts, as long as they still cared about Apollo Given Artemis's status, he should be somewhat merciful and shouldn't go too far.

 After all, the example of Pan's death was before us, and Apollo had just been exiled to the lower world because of a similar thing.

If things like this happen again, in order to maintain the surface of fairness, Zeus has to hit the offender hard.

But if Chiron followed suit and got involved in the mess in Cyprus with his student, he might not be so lucky.

  After all, this centaur man is a character that his father does not love and his mother does not love him.

The group of relatives of the Olympus dangled a lot, and the one who remembered the illegitimate son of Kazakhs in advance of Zeus would turn him into a constellation, recycle his divineness, and embellish his sky.

So, after much thought, Lorne decided that it would be safer to let this old man go to the Academy of Athens first and teach him well.

However, without this good old man who always answers questions as the interview subject, Mount Perriand has no meaning in continuing to stay.

After sending Chiron out of sight, Lorne shook his head, and his body changed, from an old blind man to a handsome young man again, and he turned and walked into the valley.

Through the outer dense forest, a burst of cheerful singing came to Lorne's ears on the wind.

"Come, let us begin with the Muses. They speak in unison with song, delighting the great heart of Zeus, their father who dwells in Olympus. From their lips flow sweet songs that are heard a hundred times. Never tired of it; their pure songs were heard, and the halls of their father Zeus rejoiced, and the snow-capped peaks of Olympus and the halls of the immortal gods resounded with echoes, beginning with their immortal voices, praising the venerable. secondly, at the beginning and end of the song, Zeus, the father of gods and humans, is sung, praising him as the wisest of the gods. The most powerful and powerful, they also sing the praises of men and giants, and please the heart of Zeus in Olympus - they are the Muses of Olympus, the illustrious daughters of Zeus, the bearer of the Aegis..."

In the empty valley, nine visible goddesses of literature and art stood or sat around the gurgling water. They opened the books in their hands and reviewed them word by word, while improvising and humming the preface.

 This is both the opening chapter of the book and a hymn to the Muses.

"They danced lightly, either in the blue springs or around the altar of wine and joy. After bathing their delicate jade bodies in the Permethos River, Horse Spring or Ors Spring, they went to the supreme Heli A beautiful and lovely dance was performed on Kongshan Mountain, and the dance steps were full of vitality. They came out from here at night, covered with thick fog, and sang with beautiful songs, the chapter praising the gods..."

As the beautiful words turned into notes and flowed from the lips and teeth, various life scenes in the past three years emerged in the minds of the muses.

 Inside, there are poems and wine, music and singing, performances and audiences. Every frame is a silhouette that will never fade and can be treasured in memory.

During the continuous thoughts, the tunes in the mouths of the muses gradually went out of tune, and their faces turned red with embarrassment.

—It seems that what they read is not a literary masterpiece with exquisite lyrics, but a love poem dedicated to the Muses.

—Or, both, a combination of rigor and romance.

  Clear applause came from the forest, and the handsome [audience] smiled and leaned on the side of the tree trunk, offering [listening] and [praising] to the Muses' performance as always.

 “Lord Bacchus!”

The moment they saw Lorne arriving, the nine muses cheered in unison and crowded forward excitedly.

Hold up the manuscript in his hand and chirp to ask.

"In this sentence, [Praise to Zeus - the holder of the Aegis], do you want to add a modifier, [Almighty Zeus]? It just goes with the next sentence [Praise to the majestic Hera - the goddess of Argos wearing golden shoes], Correspond to each other?”

 “It's too complicated, isn't it?”

 “I think it's just right.”

 Calliope, who was good at heroic epics, Clio, who focused on rigorous history, and Euterpe, who focused on lyric poetry, had different opinions.

  “Should I add a rest here?”

 “I think an aria is more suitable!”

 “No, the overall rhythm should be more joyful!”

Eratos, who was proficient in solos and love poems, Melpomene, who was responsible for tragedy and elegies, and Thalia, who was responsible for comedies and pastoral songs, refused to give in to each other.

"This, this, this, [praising the bright-eyed Athena, the daughter of Zeus, the holder of the aegis, Phoebus Apollo, Artemis who loves archery, Poseidon, the floater and shaker of the earth, the venerable Themis, the sultry Aphrodite...], how should we use simplified dance postures to express the characteristics of each god? "

“Why use dance to project the corresponding stars on the stage? Isn't it also possible?”

“It's a bit overwhelming, so it's better to use a static background board.”

Therpsichores, who loved dancing, Uranias, who was in charge of astronomy, and Polyhymnia, who was in charge of hymns and rhetoric, each had his own opinion.

Facing the noisy nine muses, Lorne patiently listened to everyone's opinions. First, he gave his own opinions one by one based on the effect of the live performance, and then gave suggestions with a smile.

"My personal opinion may be biased, so why not compose and modify the music according to your ideas first, and then play it one by one in the city-states we have traveled through, and see whose modification is more popular, we will adopt it. way to the final version!”

"good!"

The muses nodded happily, with eagerness to try on their faces.

 Lorne raised the pen and paper in his hand and asked with a slight smile.

 “So, according to the order, whose turn is the next city?”

 “Eratos!”

The Muses laughed loudly and pushed out the fifth sister.

Hold a lyre in hand and write love poems, the young girl rolled her eyes at the sisters, and then came to the front of the team with a blush on her face.

Lorne smiled and stretched out his hand, ready to complete the divine blend with the muse as usual, and let her use the [Homer] account to complete a new round of poetry creation in the next city.

However, Erato smiled playfully, and with a burst of exclamations from the muses on the scene, she suddenly hooked the male god's neck with her hands, quickly stood up on her tiptoes, and unexpectedly kissed his forehead. Use a hot and bold way to send your own blessings and inspiration.

Lorne was stunned for a moment, then raised his hand to touch the remaining warmth on his forehead, looking at Erato who had retracted into the group of muses, his pretty face blushing, not daring to raise his head, and he immediately didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

Love always makes people desperate, blind and impulsive.

 The other muses were either cheering, scolding bitterly, or looking envious, and a joyful atmosphere suddenly filled the valley.

 Leaving Mount Perriand, the nine Muses, led by the God of Dionysus, assumed the name [Homer] and moved forward.

They have visited the ancient crypts of Gaia, visited the abandoned temple of Rhea, climbed to the old site of Mount Othrys, and looked at the birthplace of Metis, the original goddess of wisdom...

The murmurs of the ancient gods are the best writing materials; the chatter of the nymphs is the perfect anecdote; and the rocks and trees, which cannot lie, are the most sincere witnesses of history and civilization.

Through the joint efforts of the Muses, the majestic [Holy Dictionary], the detailed and rigorous [Theogony], and the [Song of the Titans] full of rebellious spirit were constantly filled in and perfected under the pen of the blind poet Homer.

At every performance, the audience who came after hearing the news was full of seats and cheered in unison.

That is not a false compliment to God, but a pure praise of "art"!

This makes the muses extremely excited, and they are immersed in the sense of accomplishment gained during the journey.

 Gradually, they enjoy this life more and more. In comparison, the days in Olympus are so boring and empty;

How artificial it is to accompany the love poems of the **** Apollo;

How pompous and boring it is to repeatedly offer hymns to the gods...

 Divinity allows them to live in heaven.

 But human nature allows them to sing freely!

The journey continues to move forward. Using the common fictitious identity of the blind poet Homer as a carrier, the Muses use pen tips, music, and songs to inscribe traces of the world, quietly undergoing some kind of indescribable transformation.

However, as he walked through a rugged cliff, the scenery in front of him awakened the muse from his sweet dream.

- Huge rocks have been etched into various shapes over time. Gray stalagmites soar into the sky, praising the miraculous workmanship of nature. Below are huge plains, forests, canyons and picturesque villages, vast jungles and deep valleys. Among them, huge skeletons can be vaguely seen.

Lorne tapped his cane, looked up at the city-state hidden by the mountains in the distance, and pondered quietly.

 “Thessaly, we are here…”

The muses looked at the unfinished manuscript in their hands and sighed in unison. A sense of boredom and unwillingness brewed in their hearts, stopping them from moving forward.

“God the Father said that no one is allowed to visit Lord Apollo…”

With a faint groan, the Muses all looked at Cleo in the team.

This female scholar, who has always been rigorous in studying history, held the book and spoke seriously.

“It's better to check from a distance. It's good that Lord Apollo is safe. If you get too close, if you anger Father God, it might extend Lord Apollo's sentence.”

 “That's right!”

"Is such that!"

 “We have to think about Lord Apollo!”

The muses' eyes lit up and they all nodded in agreement. The originally depressing atmosphere was unknowingly diluted.

Seeing these muses all scrambling to care about Apollo's safety, Lorne smiled slightly and pointed to a green gentle slope.

 “Look, it seems to be in front.”

 The muses nodded happily and looked far away through the heavy forest.

At this time, a melodious lyre sound came from the hillside, and the beasts that were fascinated by it came out of the dense forest: leopards and wild lions walked docilely among the sheep, wild deer and antelopes danced to the beat of the lyre, pulling the beautiful shepherds away People were guarding the center, and there was a peaceful and happy atmosphere all around.

Next to him, a middle-aged man wearing casual clothes with a broad mouth and a straight nose sat on the bluestone nearby, listening intoxicatedly and tapping his thigh in time with the rhythm.

 At the same time, several attendants in full armor and swords were patrolling nearby, demonstrating the noble status of the middle-aged man.

 “It seems to be Admetus, king of Thessaly.”

Looking at the harmonious scene, Clio couldn't help but let out a long sigh of relief.

Similarly, Lorne also had a happy smile on his face.

"It seems that Lord Apollo is well taken care of by the king and is living a good life."

"Uh-huh."

 The Muses nodded one after another, their expressions extremely light, and they seemed to be also sincerely happy that their old master was being treated well.

 But immediately, they looked at each other, but fell into a strange silence.

 In the end, Erato, who had an out-of-touch personality, couldn't help but coughed dryly and looked at the road behind him erratically.

 “Ahem, so…”

 “That's right!”

"Yes!"

Before Erato could finish speaking, the Muses nodded in understanding, with approval in their eyes.

 Since Lord Apollo is fine, there is no need for us to worry.

 In order to avoid disturbing his sentence, it is better to leave as soon as possible.

Immediately, the nine muses who reached a consensus turned around in unison.

 “Boom!”

However, at this moment, the mountain forest shook, and dark caves with a length of hundreds of meters suddenly appeared, cutting through the deep valleys and gentle slopes ahead, as if connecting to the bottomless abyss.

"Roar!"

The next moment, a low roar came, and a mountain of dark-brown arms passed through the cave and hit the ground. The violent air waves threw the surrounding trees away by their roots, and the birds in the forest flew up in panic.

Looking at the hill-like giants and monsters emerging from the cave one after another, Lorne's expression changed slightly.

He now finally understood where those huge skeletons in the Thessaly Valley came from.

 Obviously, the rebellious bloodline of the Titans has not been eradicated in this land!

They are trying to take back everything that once belonged to them from the hands of humans and gods.

By coincidence, one of the crypts appeared on the gentle **** where Apollo grazed and played.

"boom!"

Following the roar of the earth, a blue-black arm hit the ground. Dozens of cattle and sheep under the palm turned into a puddle of minced meat before they even had time to scream.

Apollo, who was standing on the spot, was instantly annihilated by the splash of flesh, blood and dust.

 “Hurry, help!”

 Seeing this situation, Lorne immediately shouted and reminded.

Apollo cannot die yet, at least not until he has used up his remaining heat...

Furthermore, his divinity was only sealed, but it did not disappear. It might have allowed him to unshackle and return to Olympus early, which would not be wonderful.

 Just right.

I dug the corner of my wall, and I was leaving.

As his thoughts turned, Lorne immediately removed his disguise, showed his original posture, and rushed towards the location of the God of Light.

Seeing the leader who had come down from the mountain rush out first, the nine Muses also woke up from their daze, and immediately followed Lorne and joined the battle group.

 (End of this chapter)

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