Greece Brings Evildoers Chapter 181

Chapter 181 The Patriarch is here, and there will be justice (5.7k, total 8.3k completed in one day)

 A few days later, a young bard with blond hair and blue eyes came to the outside of Thebes, carrying his luggage.

Looking at the familiar yet unfamiliar "hometown" in front of him, Lorne, who had changed his vest, had mixed feelings in his heart.

Not long ago, he successfully aroused Aphrodite's anger by orchestrating the death of Adonis.

 As a result, Ares, the **** of war, was frantically pursued by his old lover, and slipped back to Olympus in disgrace, hiding at home all day long and not daring to come out.

The Sea of ​​Oceanus has naturally returned to its former calm, and Thetis' troubles have also been solved.

But to be on the safe side, Lorne did not turn around and have **** with the sea goddess. Instead, he decisively left the scene of the crime and prepared to go to another city-state for a while to avoid the limelight and clear his suspicions.

Thinking about it, the word "hometown" that was almost fading in my memory came into my mind.

Hence, he stopped by Thebes to visit and continue his journey as a bard.

 After all, the goddess of memory in the Temple of Memory is still waiting for his update, and the nine muses sitting in the boudoir are still waiting for him to redeem it with manuscripts.

"There is good news and bad news." The figure in the wind muttered to the wreath in the open space. "The good news is that I am still alive, and I plan to avenge you and me..."

 Lorne glanced sideways, shook his head, and said to himself.

—This was woven by his own hands using grape vines in the field and a few wild flowers nearby on the way up the mountain.

 Lying in the cradle for more than a month, I was not too impressed by the flowers and plants on this mountain.

A gust of sea breeze blew by, and the garland rustled and trembled, as if it was accusing some heartless and shameless scumbag.

In fact, under the operation of him and the nine muses, this pen name is no longer just a person, but a creative group. In order to facilitate the crime in major city-states, they have a stack of vests.

 He was born from an egg, with brilliant golden wings,

“—The shape-shifting swan took possession of Leda and gave birth to twin sons and the beauty Helen. According to the prophecy, this should be the eighth..."

 It's sunny…

 Under the solemn speech of a certain "filial son", Hua Lei calmed down and seemed to be satisfied.

 The sea breeze intensified, and the trembling of the garland seemed to become more intense.

There is almost no grass growing here, and the rugged and charred rocks are piled up on the desolate and cracked ground, showing some signs of being struck by lightning and fire.

 Why, is Thebes so xenophobic?

 But at any rate, I can be considered half a fellow countryman, so my father and fellow villagers should give me some face, right?

However, when the passersby around heard the singing, their expressions changed and they hurried away.

 The only impression I have is that she is relatively young and full of yearning for love. She often likes to tease herself and gave him the nickname "Little Lion".

Looking at the pool on the side of the road, looking at his completely different face and the way the pedestrians around him turned a blind eye to him, Lorne nodded with satisfaction.

As we climbed to the top of the barren mountain, the terrain was steep and steep. The cliff facing the sea was almost at a 90-degree angle with the sea, as if it had been split open by a sharp knife falling from the sky.

Seeing this, Lorne had no choice but to raise his hands.

Of course, his current identity is still "Homer".

  The disguise formed by the combination of illusion, chance dice, and memory divinity is really convenient to use.

This was once the palace of Semele, the princess of Thebes, and it was also the place where I was born when I first came to this world.

　　Then, Lorne paused and then continued with some helplessness.

To comfort the mother who died young, a certain filial son seemed to have been relieved of a certain burden. Not only did his steps become a little lighter, he even had the leisure to practice his old trade as a minstrel, sitting in a tree beside the road with a lyre in his hand. Under the shade, he chanted sacred words to passers-by on the road to earn money for traveling into the city.

Even his mother, after such a long time, he can hardly remember her appearance.

 “Boy, do you want your life? Why don't you shut up!”

Facing this sudden change, Lorne couldn't help but show a hint of surprise on his face.

“I call upon the first-born, dual-gendered **** who haunts the heavens,

You roar like a bull, the origin of the gods and mortals,

 Unforgettable sowing, endless carnival in the world, one of the original Phanes..."

"Feel sorry…"

After stopping for a while and confirming again that there were no holes left, Lorne walked through the overgrown path beside the avenue and arrived at a barren mountain on the outskirts of the city.

 However, unfortunately, he failed.

 Even before a single verse was played, there was a vacuum around him.

"However, the bad news is that he is still alive and well. I heard that he recently hooked up with the wife of King Tyndareus of Sparta."

“Okay, okay, I will find an opportunity to collect some interest for you first. And I promise you that I will send him down to accompany you sooner or later. Is that okay?”

Just as Lorne was muttering secretly about the failure of the performance, an old farmer who was playing with grapevines in the field next to him rushed over and grabbed his lyre.

A ray of sunlight pierces the clouds and shines on the top of the mountain. The petals of the garland are brighter and the branches and leaves are greener.

Lorne looked up and smiled to himself, then stood up from the ground, brushed off the dust and grass clippings on his clothes, and strode down the mountain.

“Don't, I can't deal with him now. The old guy is in good shape. He just took care of Poseidon and Apollo.”

Lorne shook his head, a little surprised, then bent down and placed a wreath in his hand on the charred soil.

Lorne stood in front of the ruins, staring at the unrecognizable former residence, trying hard to search for the distant and vague memories, trying to find a sense of familiarity from the nearby area.

A few pieces of charred and rotten wooden boards were buried in the dark brown soil. Only a few green buds on the mountain emerged from them, bringing a fragile life to this dead land.

“Old man, what are you doing...”

“Stop talking nonsense, if you don't want to die, come with me!”

The old farmer looked around vigilantly, and after confirming that no one was around, he quickly grabbed the arm of the young man under the tree and dragged him into the shade of the grape field. He spoke earnestly as he walked deeper.

"You tell me, what's wrong with learning at a young age? You have to learn the tunes of those foreigners and sing praises to the **** of wine. If I hadn't helped you, the city defense army would come later. Be careful about your life. No guarantee!”

Hearing this, Lorne frowned slightly.

“Old man, what do you mean by this? The Thebans don't like Bacchus?”

 “More than that! We can't even mention it!”

The old farmer said, stopped and looked back at Lorne in surprise, his eyes thoughtful.

“Are you a foreigner? No wonder you dare to sit under a tree and sing [holy words] related to Dionysianism in a swaggering manner.”

Lorne nodded, took out two pieces of Zeus's Gold from his pocket, and handed them to the kind old farmer. He pretended to be frightened and asked in a low voice.

“Old man, what is going on? Can you tell me in detail, so that I will not accidentally violate any local taboos when I am new here.”

"This taboo has nothing to do with us Kuhaha. It is an order from the king. He doesn't know why, but he hates the Dionysian Cult outside. He prohibits any believers from preaching here. He can't even mention topics related to Dionysian Cult. Otherwise, they will all be arrested. Go to jail and await trial and severe punishment.”

The old farmer pointed to the city of Thebes in the distance and warned in a deep voice.

"For this reason, many Dionysian believers have been arrested in the city. Even the king's mother was thrown into prison for participating in the Dionysian gathering. Young man, if you don't want to get into trouble, be careful..."

As he spoke, the old hand pushed back the two golden Zeus in his palm, with a displeased look on his face.

"I saved you because you are still young, not for these reasons..."

Lorne quickly explained: "I just caused trouble, and I don't know what the situation is outside. Why don't you lend me your land to hide it for a few days, and prepare some food by the way? This can be regarded as your reward." ”

The old farmer nodded, and his face turned from gloomy to clear. He accepted the gold coins and led the stranger to the temporary shack he had built in the grape field.

Along the way, through insinuations, Lorne also roughly understood the current situation in the city.

The current king of Thebes is named Pentheus. He was the son of Echion and Agao, born of the clay.

 Actually, Agaeus is the daughter of the old king Cadmus and the biological sister of Semele, the princess of Thebes.

In other words, the person in the palace is his dear cousin to the **** of wine.

However, Pentheus himself is irritable, extremely controlling, and has a high self-esteem. He cannot tolerate derogatory words or criticism. Only the main **** of Olympus can allow him to reluctantly lower his head and express himself during the sacrifice. Superficial respect.

But in recent years, an external sect called "Dionysianism" has become famous in Thebes and spread widely. A large number of middle- and lower-class people have become followers of its teachings and willingly worship the unknown **** of wine. .

“Speaking of which, they were just preaching and didn't do anything harmful..."

On the way, the old farmer couldn't help but complain on behalf of the captured Dionysians.

Since the main members of this missionary sect are basically at the bottom of society, they understand the hardships of life and the difficulties of ordinary people better. Therefore, Dionysian believers often distribute some free bread and red wine, or give the rice, flour, grain and oil collected in the church to lonely elderly people in need.

And sometimes, they will also recruit people to perform voluntary labor and do whatever they can for some families who have won the lucky lottery.

 According to them, this is called "the teachings of Dionysus" and "bringing God's love to the world".

 The few acres of grape fields in the old farmer's house were also visited by them.

The other party not only purchased the grapes of that season at a fair price, but also removed weeds and maintained the seedlings for free.

It was precisely because of his good impression of the Dionysian believers that the old man took the risk of dragging Lorne, who was singing by the roadside, into the field.

 In fact, the reputation of Dionysianism has always been good in Thebes, and many people at the bottom and even the middle and upper classes have a similar favorable impression to Dionysian believers.

Moreover, when they expounded the divine way, many men, women and children in Thebes, and even prominent nobles, came to follow and praise this new **** who brought joy to the world, and even elevated him to the same level as Olin. The same height as the gods of Pease.

However, this angered King Pentheus.

 In his opinion, a wild **** who appeared out of nowhere is not worthy of such praise.

 Especially the status and reputation of the **** of wine in Thebes actually exceeded that of the real king.

Therefore, Pentheus strictly prohibited the people from worshiping the **** of wine.

 However, as the influence of Dionysianism has spread, private worship and gatherings have been repeatedly prohibited.

So, in a rage, Pentheus characterized Dionysianism as a demagogic cult, rounded up the Dionysian believers and threw them all into prison.

Even his mother was imprisoned because she and a group of noble ladies participated in a private [pleasure banquet] held by the Dionysian cult.

Whether it was the warning of Tiresias, the blind soothsayer in the temple, or the persuasion of the old king Cadmus, they could not change Pentheus's attitude of resolutely fighting Dionysianism.

 So, as ordinary people, old farmers also know that they are even more powerless and can only complain temporarily and do some good deeds within their ability.

“Young man, you hide here for a few days and then go out after making sure everything is okay. I will go home and get you some food.”

　　After the old farmer gave up his shack in the field to the rash stranger in front of him, he gave a few brief instructions and turned around to go to his home in the village.

Looking at the old man's leaving figure and the gloomy outline of Thebes City in the distance, Lorne, as the Patriarch, narrowed his eyes slightly.

 At night, in the magnificent palace of Thebes.

 King Pentheus, who was tall and tall but had a trace of childishness on his face, looking young and energetic, sat on a throne made of gold and looked at the newly captured Dionysian believers in the hall.

There are old and young among them, and there are even some nobles with divine blood.

Seeing this, Pentheus couldn't help but get angry and reprimanded him.

“What makes you crazy and follow a lowly false **** in droves? A bunch of cowardly fools and crazy women! Have you forgotten the heroic blood flowing in your body?

Thebes is the country of the brave! Our fortress is built on the great deeds of dragon slaying and the bones of our enemies!

The false **** you want to believe in wears a garland of vines on his head instead of a helmet; he wears an obstructive robe instead of armor; he holds a ridiculous wine glass instead of a sword. Do you expect to come to the battlefield and drink the opponent to death? "

 Hearing the barrage of reprimands, everyone on the field reacted indifferently.

"Your Majesty, if I remember correctly, whether it is slaying the dragon or building the city, these are all the achievements of your grandfather Cadmus, and he once advised you not to treat these innocent believers in the Dionysian religion harshly."

 A deep voice came from the crowd, causing the young king on the throne to blush with anger.

Penttheus followed the sound and glared grimly at a young man with blond hair and blue eyes in the crowd.

“Damn thing, what's your name? Who are your parents? Where is your home? Why do you believe in the new ordinance?”

The young man shrugged fearlessly and replied calmly.

"My name is Polymonos, and my hometown is on the island of Crete. My parents are ordinary people, with neither livestock nor land. My father only taught me to go fishing, because this skill is his wealth. Later I I learned to sail, became familiar with the sky, observed the wind direction, and knew where the best port was. Once, when the ship was sailing to Delos in the Aegean Sea, it was kidnapped by a group of savage pirates. Boat.

At first I thought I was dead, but I didn't expect that there was a **** on the boat at that time.

The pirate captain probably thought he was a prince because of his handsome appearance and tender skin, so he captured him while he was waiting for the ship on the shore, intending to get a ransom.

But after the young man was brought to the ship, the pirates guarded him with sharp knives and tied him with the thickest rope, but they couldn't tie him up no matter what, and the rope would fall off on its own.

What's even more miraculous is that during the voyage, grape vines instantly grew on the sail and spread to both sides, producing many grapes. There was also an ivy growing up around the mast, and the sides of the ship were covered with ivy. Wine was flowing all over the deck, and the aroma was overflowing.

The young man also turned back into the appearance of a god. He wore a headband made of grape leaves and held a staff wrapped with grape vines. Surrounding him were tigers, lynxes and leopards. The sweet smell of wine spreads throughout the ship..."

Listening to the magnetic voice's narration, everyone was immediately fascinated by the strange scene, and their emotions rose and fell as the story progressed.

“Wait a minute, we seem to have heard of this before?”

 “Yes, it's "Bacchanal"!"

“Hmm, yes, I also remembered that the author is the blind poet Homer!”

 Some of the thoughtful believers on the scene looked at this somewhat unfamiliar fellow believer in the crowd in shock after a moment, with envious expressions on their faces.

 Obviously, this person is probably the witness of that story, a living saint!

 It is a great honor to be recognized by Lord Dionysus and to be on the same boat with him.

At this moment, Pentheus was furious when he heard the murmurs in the crowd.

“What nonsense! A mere fake that came out of nowhere dares to claim to be God!”

 The blond narrator smiled slightly at the young king's rebuke.

“Your Majesty, what a coincidence, the pirates didn't believe it at first, and then guess what?”

 Immediately, he paused and continued to add.

“The pirates first came forward with swords, but Lord Dionysus transformed into a big lion standing on the bow of the ship and tore the sword into pieces;

But the pirates did not give up and bent their bows again, and Dionysus turned into a giant bear and used his fur to deflect the arrows and protect me at the same time;

 Finally, the pirates had no choice but to scuttle the ship and escape by jumping into the sea. But as soon as he touched the water, the pirate captain who caught Lord Dionysus on board found that his lips and nose were connected together and turned into a fish mouth.

Before the other pirates had time to scream, they suffered the same fate: blue skin grew on their bodies, their backs curved, their arms shrank into fins, and their feet had long turned into tails.

 I recognize that kind of fish, its name is dolphin...

 In this way, all the pirates who entered the water were stripped of their human form and became like this.

There were 20 people on board at the time, and I was the only one left unharmed. Just when I was feeling scared, Lord Dionysus came to my side.

He said: Do not be afraid, my friend, you have done no harm to me, but you are a righteous man.

 Just send me to Crete, if you like. When we get there, you can become my disciple and preach my teachings to the world:

He who is unjust, let him be unjust still; whoever is filthy, let him be filthy still; whoever is righteous, let him be righteous still; and who is holy, let him be holy...for God will punish those who do evil and protect those who do good.

And God is also merciful. Even if he is a bad pirate, he will give those sinners three chances to repent. "

In the silence, the "disciple" raised his head and stared at Pentheus' young and energetic face, thinking quietly.

 “So, what is your choice, Your Majesty?”

 “That's enough, I'm tired of listening to your nonsense!”

 “It's not too late to find your way back when you've lost your way…”

"You dare to teach me a lesson, just like a pretentious bitch? Shut up!"

Penteus on the throne had a cold look in his eyes. He stood up from his seat angrily and waved his hand.

 “Come, arrest him, make him suffer a thousand tortures, and then put him in a dungeon!”

After hearing the order, the soldiers in the main hall immediately picked up the ropes and torture instruments and stepped forward, preparing to tie up the arrogant young man in the crowd.

However, a strong wind blew by, and the soldiers who poured into the crowd became dizzy.

When they came to their senses, they found that the criminal who needed to be arrested had disappeared.

At the same time, a faint groan came from the dark night sky.

"first…"

Pentheus looked at the palace door that was blown open by the strong wind and the empty square outside the window. His face was gloomy and he roared angrily at a group of bewildered soldiers.

 “Catch him back! Why don't you bring back that **** who is pretending to be a ghost?”

The soldiers were agitated, and under the king's scolding, they rushed out in a hurry to search for the fugitive criminal.

The believers who witnessed this scene were so excited that they couldn't help themselves.

 Saints! He is truly a saint!

Dionysus must have known that we were being treated unfairly and sent someone to rescue us!

At this moment, the believers, who had been shaken and fearful under the power, became extremely firm in their faith again. They clasped their hands one after another and prayed excitedly to the merciful and just god.

 (End of this chapter)

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