Greece Brings Evildoers Chapter 48

Chapter 48: The Great Failure of the Hearth Goddess

Crete, the royal city of Knossos.

With the arrival of the harvest festival, the whole street is filled with joy. Residents who have been busy for most of the year can finally take a break to clean up their homes and enjoy the freshly shelled wheat grains and rice of this season.

The smoke from the kitchen in the evening curls up.

The warm fire was lit, sumptuous meals were served on the table, and the tempting aroma filled the air from every house.

In the square in the city that serves as a sacrificial function, priestesses in white robes hold torches, light incense wood and spices, and offer bulls, cows, pigs, fruits, honeycombs, fruit trees, rice ears and chestnuts to Demeter, the **** of agriculture. Wait for the sacrifices that represent the harvest and joy, and pray sincerely, hoping that next year will continue to be blessed by the gods and the weather will be smooth.

As sisters, Demeter is similar to Hera, but her appearance is kinder and she does not have the majesty of the Queen of Heaven.

In the dancing firelight, the statue of Demeter being worshiped is a kind-hearted woman. She wears a ring crown made of golden wheat ears, and holds wheat ears, daffodils, torches, and fruit baskets in her hands. , the horn of plenty or a basket with symbols such as a sickle.

Looking from a distance, it seems as if you can see a hazy and warm glimmer in the dark night.

As the ceremony gradually came to an end, the residents who had finished their dinner also walked out of their homes in twos and threes, sharing their own homemade snacks and Corn of Plenty-shaped bread with their neighbors.

She wants to plant new seedlings as soon as possible to rejuvenate her ruined yard.

The best time for farming is around the harvest festival.

The noise of the festival and the aroma of food spread through the outer walls into Hestia's courtyard.

Although the nearly a hundred hideous wounds on the surface of his body have initially healed and scabbed, he still hasn't woken up. His fists are clenched tightly, the muscles on his body are full of tension, and there are deep carvings between his eyebrows.

Beside, a purple-haired young girl was squatting next to the man, waiting motionless.

Hestia thought to herself comfortingly. After planting the last bunch of seedlings in her hand, she stood up and turned her head to look at the center of the yard.

As Hestia worked, she complained about her restless niece.

The laughter on the street and the wafting fragrance made little Medusa, who was still a child at heart, couldn't help but show a trace of yearning.

However, this year the goddess of the stove did not open the door to enjoy the festive atmosphere as usual this year. Instead, she squatted in the nursery in the backyard, planting seedlings with her hands full of mud, and her white silver teeth crunched under the starlight.

Does that girl Athena need to be so harsh?

Hestia shook her head and once again cursed the eldest niece who caused her trouble. Then she walked forward, patted the little **** the shoulder, and pointed to the door with a smile.

Hestia understood immediately and immediately patted her chest and generously took care of everything.

As if in his sleep, he was still fighting and fighting selflessly.

It's been two days…

But then, she shook her head slightly, and her eyes fell on Lorne, who was lying on the ground.

“Anna, the Harvest Festival is here. It's a rare opportunity. Let's go out and have fun.”

Fortunately, although you need to spend some time farming behind closed doors, the celebration of the Harvest Festival will last for seven days. When this busy period is over, you will still have the opportunity to enjoy the festival.

On the ground covered with dead leaves and twigs, a guest from afar was lying on the ground, motionless.

Death to Athena! They demolished the house as soon as they arrived! I won't let you in next time!

“Don't worry, I will help keep an eye on him here, he will be fine.”

However, little Medusa still shook her head and looked firmly at Lorne in front of her.

"I have to wait for him to wake up..." Seeing that he could not persuade this stubborn little girl, Hestia could only give up and scolded her eldest niece in her heart for leaving a lot of mess for her to clean up. The dog's head is bloody.

The sun rises and sets, day and night change.

Since the lying corpse of Lorne showed no sign of waking up for several days, little Medusa took advantage of the situation and settled in Hestia's mansion.

However, it is never appropriate to live and eat for free.

In order to repay this kindness, little Medusa, who has simple values and sense of morality, began to help clean up the housework in her spare time; or follow Hestia and help water the nursery and loosen the soil...

Although the Stove Goddess didn't say anything about this little girl who was cold-faced and warm-hearted, she was undoubtedly more and more fond of her. Not only did she often talk to her to relieve her boredom, but she also made her her favorite dish reviewer. member.

Even for several nights in a row, Hestia sent out invitations to stay together, and she wanted to drag the cute little Anna into the bed and move her.

It's a pity that no matter how enthusiastic the hearth goddess is, the guy lying dead in the yard is still the first thing little Anna misses.

Whenever the housework is done, little Anna never leaves the house or takes a step outside. She squats beside Lorne at the right time and waits eagerly for him to wake up.

Not only that, when the sun is shining, she will put up partitions;

When a storm approaches, she will hold up a big umbrella for it;

　　When the night gets colder, she will bring the fire pot from the house and lie quietly aside until dawn.

Even though Hestia tried to persuade her several times and swore that nothing would happen to a certain solid guy, the little girl still had her own stubbornness in her bones.

Tsk, when will this guy wake up...

Inside the house, Hestia, who was cleaning up the living room, was sitting by the fire as usual, looking towards the backyard and talking, when there was a clear knocking sound in front of the door.

The bored stove goddess subconsciously got up and opened the door.

As the familiar smiling face emerged from the crack of the half-open door, Hestia's forehead was suddenly covered with black lines. Then without saying a word, she closed the door with a bang and snorted angrily at the door. .

“I'm not here! There's no one!”

"you sure?"

A playful question came out. Athena, who was visiting outside the door, raised the corners of her lips and played with a crystal vial between her fingers, her voice teasing.

“I came this time with the [Secret Dew of Life] that I finally obtained from Aunt Demeter. If you weren't here…”

"boom!"

Before Athena could finish speaking, Hestia, who couldn't hold herself back, opened the door and snatched the crystal vial containing transparent liquid from Athena's hand with gleaming eyes, holding it against her cheek fondly for a while. Dilly-dallying.

This is the [Secret Dew of Life] that possesses the divine nature of the God of Agriculture and can rejuvenate all things! Finally, you don't have to worry about the seedlings in your yard not surviving the winter!

“So, can I come in the house now, aunt?”

Athena outside the door looked at Hestia who looked satisfied with a smile, and asked with a smile.

The hearth goddess's expression changed from gloomy to bright. She rolled her eyes angrily at her eldest niece who had left a lot of mess for her, and hummed softly as she let the door open.

“You still have a conscience!”

Who is the main palace? Needless to say, right?

(End of this chapter)

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