Greece brings evildoers

Chapter 164 Cat Girl Development Plan (4.2k)

It's March, deep in the Acadia Mountains.

The overlapping green forests are 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 tried 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 and 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 in addition to moving fast, [Goat] also seems to be durable in some aspects.

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

After just a moment of tenderness, Lorne's eyes began to grow warmer when he looked at the Huntress in his arms.

And this is already the seventh time.

But as the sound of rustling 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, a certain petite figure crossed the dense forest with a speed and agility comparable to that of a civet cat, and excitedly rushed to the shore.

"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 green-haired feline girl in front of him 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 coaxing!"

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 and teasing in his mind, while secretly deciding to feed his little Atalanta more lion milk to speed up growth in the future, and continue his plan to raise a cat girl.

Yes, the little feline girl in front of him was none other than the Arcadia princess he had picked up in the mountains - Atalanta.

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 this change in little Atalanta, and even more wholeheartedly molded 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 the mountains, forests and temples, is too independent and not clingy at all.

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

Now, he seems to be able to feel the resentment of his teacher Circe towards him.

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

"It's strange. Why does it smell weird? It seems like... heather?"

"Ahem!"

Lorne and Artemis coughed quickly and immediately diverted little Atalanta's attention with a new topic.

"It's getting late."

"How about eating first?"

When Atalanta heard this, she 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 asking the teacher on the left about some fighting skills, and sometimes asking the hunting goddess on the right about hunting.

Two figures, one big 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, a temple built of cedar, cypress, white marble and gold stands majestic in the empty valley.

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, enjoying the after-hunting fun as usual, playing beautiful music and humming sweet tunes.

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

Sitting there is Euterpe holding a flute, whose name means happiness and governs lyric poetry and music;

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Thalia stands holding a comedy mask, her name means prosperity, and rules comedy and pastoral;-

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

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

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

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

Standing with a wax tablet in hand is Calliope, whose name means music and rules the epic;

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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;

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The person holding the piano with his back to the picture is Erato, whose name means lovely and is in charge of love poetry 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, singing and dancing under the influence of 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 six months, the nine muses stayed at the Temple of the Hearth Goddess, following Lorne, going deep and simple.

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 god more and more.

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

Unlike the green leaves that can only serve as accompaniment to the poetry of the main god Apollo and serve as a foil for red flowers, this god 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 Dionysus 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 god 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 music in indulgence.

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

Artemis shook the 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 their relationship become so good?

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, then dragged the little Atalanta beside him and walked towards the muses in front of the fire.

Immediately, 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 smiles and formed a circle on the outside, singing and dancing happily.

So, is this what it means?

Seeing the smiles on everyone's faces, Artemis suddenly understood and immediately quietly approached her lover, using carnival to cover up her restless heart and behavior that was contrary to the virgin goddess.

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

What a risk, 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 okay, it’s almost time to move on to the next step of the plan.

Lorne made up his mind, waited until the 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."

Artemis couldn't help but be startled by the deep groaning in her ears. She turned to look at her lover beside her, and then bit her lips tightly.

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

"So, I want to take them to the lower world to see..."

Lorne looked towards Thessaly, hinting at something.

Artemis understood what he meant when he heard it, and was moved.

"What if we are discovered?"

Lorne's eyes were gentle and considerate.

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

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

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

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

"Then you should be careful."

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

As the goddess of hunting disappeared from sight, the Muses who had a guilty conscience breathed a sigh of relief, and then looked at the god of wine on the field and asked carefully.

"Where are we going next? Back to Olympus?"

"No, to the mortal world..."

Lorne shook his head and pondered meaningfully.

"To accomplish a great thing."

While speaking, he raised his hand and broke off a branch, which turned into a cane. His body twisted, and his originally upright body gradually became hunched. His black hair turned white, and his eyes, which were as bright as stars, were covered with a layer of gray.

Then, the blind old man tapped his cane lightly, and a happy arc appeared at the corner of his lips.

"From now on, we are called——【Homer】..."

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

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A few days later, in a valley somewhere in Mount Pelion.

A man with blond hair and green eyes, a handsome and gentle human figure in the upper half, and a slender brown-yellow horse body in the lower half, kneeled on the green grass on the gentle slope outside the cave.

Dongdongdongdong…

As the centaur god rhythmically tapped the stone hammer in the stone mortar, the crisp 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 god raised his hooves and walked over, handing a bowl of thick dark green medicine to the blind old man at the intersection.

"Teacher Ma, you don't need this, I feel much better."

Smelling the pungent smell, the old man's face turned green, and he couldn't help but feel nauseous, and hurriedly laughed dryly to refuse.

"Don't give up treatment, the medicine repeatedly washes and combs the meridians of the eyes several times, this may cure your blindness."

The centaur doctor advised gently, and then paused.

"Besides, my name is Chiron..."

"Okay, Teacher Ma..."

The blind old man saw that he couldn't refuse, blinked and muttered, and had to take the stone bowl, pinched his nose resignedly, and drank the bitter and sour soup in one gulp.

Uh, my name is... never mind...

Chiron took back the empty bowl, shook his head helplessly at the strange title, and left some sweet and sour wild fruits wrapped in leaves to remove the bitter taste in the patient's mouth and tongue, then left.

The old man who was invited to the cave held the rolled leaves in his hand, threw the fruit in it into his mouth and chewed it, with a comfortable expression, then tapped his cane, and looked at the gloomy boy with long white hair in the cave with his gray eyes, revealing a faint smile.

"Long time no see, little brother Asclepius..."