Greece Brings Evildoers Chapter 62

Chapter 62 I choose to give up thinking

　　The remaining night fades away, and the dawn breaks.

As the faint morning light shone into the house through the gap in the window lattice, Lorne, who had slept well, yawned, got up, opened the curtains, and looked at the entire city of Knossos.

In the streets and alleys, the mist from the sea has not completely dissipated, but there are already pedestrians and vendors in twos and threes, either walking out of their homes or setting up stalls, and starting life as usual.

The curls of smoke rose from the nearby houses, and the smell of food spread, diluting the terror and uneasiness that enveloped the city last night.

And the city defense troops originally stationed at urban street intersections and responsible for maintaining order have also been visibly reduced.

It seems that after a night of precipitation, the situation has gradually calmed down, and everyone's life seems to have returned to the old trajectory.

Their goddess, their lord, will continue to protect the people of Crete and enjoy a prosperous and stable life as usual.

However, Lorne looked around, and his open eyes gradually narrowed.

The blockade on the coast outside the city has not yet been completely lifted;

The number of patrols in the city decreased, but the number of soldiers in the military camp increased;

The defense capabilities of astrological platforms, royal palaces, temples, and sacrificial sites are also improving, and people are coming in and out more frequently...

Loose on the outside and tight on the inside?

Lorne came to the conclusion in his heart and couldn't help but shook his head. He calmly closed the door and window and went downstairs, entering the kitchen to light a fire.

Leave professional matters to professionals.

At present, the situation in Crete has not deteriorated to the point of life and death, so it is not his turn to worry about the Minoans for the time being.

Instead of worrying about whether these things are available or not, it is better to eat well, drink well, and do what you should do at the moment.

As usual, Lorne prepared breakfast for little Medusa and Hestia who had not yet gotten up. Then he took the farm tools and went to the backyard to continue planting land, tending seedlings, and... practicing swordsmanship!

The green-gold ancient long sword was slashing, prodding, and slashing over and over again in the empty yard...

again and again.

It was calm for several days.

The terrifying tide that occurred in the evening seemed to be just a short-lived dream.

The Minoans who gradually came out of the shadows went to sea when they should, set up stalls when they needed to, and farm when they needed to. Life returned to peace, and the city returned to its former prosperity and bustle.

In recent days, the only news that can be considered exciting is the news.

They were just princes who had gone abroad. They were urgently recalled by the old king for accountability due to their negligence in dealing with the disaster.

Of course, according to King Minos's strict law enforcement temper, these princes with noble divine blood flowing in their bodies could not escape the whip of their old father. They were first whipped half to death one by one, and then they were relieved of all their powers. Rush into the temple and pray to the goddess to repent.

I heard that they seemed to have not been out for several days, and even the daily meals had to be delivered by Princess Ariadne.

Lorne listened to the rumors from his neighbors and continued his daily life as usual.

It's just that the land is planted less and the sword is practiced more diligently.

Little Medusa held up her fragrant cheeks and looked at the figures in the courtyard who kept swinging and sheathing their swords, feeling a little confused.

“Isn't everything settled?”

"solve?"

Lorne's breathing slowed down slightly, and he looked back at the little girl with a confused face, and thought quietly.

“No, it's worse...”

Little Medusa was stunned for a moment, her eyes clear and blank. Hestia in the kitchen couldn't help but stop stirring the spatula in her hands and poked her head out slightly.

Looking at the two smart people in the family who had no sense of crisis, Lorne sighed and asked in a deep voice.

"Guess why King Minos rushed to recall the exiled princes, beat them half to death, took back all their powers, and threw them all into the temple to repent? Logically speaking, it is just a slight negligence, and it will not lead to such a big mistake. Heavy hand?"

Hestia thought for a moment, an idea flashed in her mind, and she suddenly realized something, her face full of seriousness.

“They want to rebel! They must want to kill their father and seize power!”

Lorne raised his hand to his forehead and complained weakly.

"If they really have this intention, would they still dare to return to Knossos City to report their work? Moreover, even if they want to, they must have the ability. The prosperity of the entire island of Crete was almost single-handedly supported by King Minos. Do you really think that he has worked for hundreds of years in vain?

He is old, but not dead! "

Amid Lorne's barrage of questions, Hestia's determined eyes couldn't help but become confused, and she looked towards the backyard with embarrassment and curiosity. "Then what's going on?"

Seeing that the eldest sister of the God King family and the famous stove goddess gave up thinking immediately, Lorne couldn't help but feel cursed again.

After all, you were born to the same parents. Why didn't you inherit some of the excellent family genes for rebellion?

Just as Lorne was thinking about how to explain, an uncertain voice came from the side.

“Could it be that he just wanted to take the opportunity to take back his authority?”

Hearing the sound, Lorne turned his head and looked at the little Medusa with frowning eyebrows in surprise. A smile of approval burst out on his face and he opened his mouth to guide her.

“Then do you think, when will it be necessary to take back power?”

Hearing the words, Medusa's heart was shaken, and her little face was filled with uncertainty.

“Big trouble is coming!”

“I'm afraid, it's a big trouble that requires the strength of the whole island of Crete to deal with...”

Lorne added in a deep voice, looking across the courtyard to the gloomy sky over the sea, his eyes twinkling.

As the saying goes, if government orders come from one, they will lead to rule, and from the second or third, they will lead to chaos.

Since ancient times, whenever major events happen, the country needs to operate as a whole and issue laws and regulations in order to release unparalleled potential and work together to deal with risks.

Although the political systems of the East and the West are different, the basic operating rules are interoperable.

It is obvious that King Minos did not hesitate to go to war and sent his sons back to be punished on the pretext of dereliction of duty, which was a plan to establish his authority and take back power.

In this way, we can prove that we still have power, deter those restless voices, and then concentrate the power of the Cretan cities to deal with the upcoming big trouble.

Lorne frowned when he thought of Athena, who had not been seen for a long time after the farewell.

Sure enough, we still got there...

Just as Lorne was calculating the next change of events, a petite purple figure rushed out.

“Anna, where are you going?”

Hestia in the kitchen poked her head out and looked surprised.

“Go tell everyone not to go to sea recently!”

Little Medusa spoke without thinking.

"it's useless."

A low voice came from behind, rational and indifferent.

Lorne wiped the bronze sword in his hand, his eyes were deep and penetrating.

“The Minoans couldn't live without the ocean, just like fish can't live without water. They had to live. Before the crisis really came, and before they felt real pain, no one could stop them from going to the sea..."

"I know…"

Little Medusa nodded, her eyes as firm as ever.

“But, if you can persuade one, it's one!”

After saying that, the petite figure rushed out of the door decisively and ran quickly towards the coastal camp without looking back.

Lorne in front of the door looked at his empty hand and the little figure disappearing at the end of the road, feeling a little dazed.

Some people, because they have been caught in the rain themselves, do not want to see people without umbrellas running wildly in the rain, and want to hold umbrellas for others.

Some people, because they have been caught in the rain, want to tear up other people's umbrellas and expose them to the rain.

Perhaps Lorne does not belong to the latter group.

However, little Medusa belongs to the former.

What a fool...

In the courtyard, Lorne shook his head, recalling the scene and realization of the fierce battle with Athena that night, and gradually entered the state of [Infinite Martial Arts], and continued to swing the sword in his hand forward.

Each time is faster than the last time, and each time is more violent than the last time!

(End of this chapter)

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