Greece brings evildoers

Chapter 167 As long as you wield your hoe well, you can dig out any corner (4.2k)

The next day, Mount Perriand.

Because the sage Chiron was worried about his disciple, he decided to leave for Athens as soon as possible.

Before leaving, Lorne moved his lips, but finally chose to remain silent and did not inform Chiron about the future god 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 him, and Apollo had just been exiled to the lower world because of similar things.

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

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

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."

Gradually, they enjoy this life more and more.

In comparison, the days in Olympus are so dull and empty;

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

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

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

Therefore, Lorne thought about it and decided that it would be safer to let this old man go to Athens Academy first and teach him properly.

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

"Father God said that no one is allowed to visit Lord Apollo..."

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

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

"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 to use simplified dance postures to express the characteristics of each god? "

"Thessaly, we are here..."

"I think it's just right."

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

However, as they passed a rugged cliff, the scenery in front of them made Muse wake up from his dream.

What an artificial accompaniment to the love poems of the god Apollo;

"Uh-huh."

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

"Eratho!"

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

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

"Quick, help!"

"We have to think about Lord Apollo!"

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

"Roar!"

However, at this moment, the mountain forest shook, and dark caves that were hundreds of meters long suddenly appeared, cutting through the deep valleys and gentle slopes ahead, as if they were connected to a bottomless abyss.

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

"Papa~"

"That's right!"

But then, they looked at each other and fell into a strange silence.

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.

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

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

Seeing this situation, Lorne immediately shouted and reminded.

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

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

As luck would have it, one of the crypts appeared on the gentle slope where Apollo grazed and played.

"No, the overall rhythm should be more joyful!"

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

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.

just.

"That's right!"

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

"Is such that!"

"It's too complicated, isn't it?"

"Yes!"

"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..."

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

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

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

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

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

And every time the performance was performed, the audience who came after hearing the news were packed and cheered in unison.

"Should I add a rest here?"

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

"Lord Bacchus!"

"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!”

He has been hanging around in front of the relatives in Olympus for a long time. Maybe Zeus will remember Chiron, his illegitimate brother, in advance, turn him into a constellation, reclaim his divinity, and embellish his own divine power in the sky.

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

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

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

"Ahem, so..."

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

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

"good!"

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, humming the preface they had written impromptuly.

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

Moreover, his divinity was only sealed, but it did not disappear. If he was injured and touched, it might allow him to unshackle and return to Olympus early, which would not be wonderful.

Next to him, a middle-aged man in 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.

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

"I think an aria is more appropriate!"

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

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

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.

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.

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.

The muses nodded happily, with expressions of eagerness on their faces.

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

"boom!"

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

"Boom!"

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

He raised the manuscript in his hand and asked in a chirpy voice.

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

But human nature allows them to sing freely!

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.

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

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

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 are guarding the center, and there is a peaceful and happy atmosphere all around.

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

Crisp applause came from the forest, and the handsome [audience] smiled and leaned against the tree trunks, as always, [listening] and [praising] the Muses' performance.

"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. the race of gods - those gods born of the union of earth and sky - the givers of all useful things, and secondly, at the beginning and end of the song, Zeus, the father of gods and men, is sung, praising him as the wisest of the gods Moreover, they 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..."

"Look, it seems to be in front."

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

Love always makes people desperate, blind and impulsive.

Divinity allows them to live in heaven.

"So, in order, whose turn is the next city?"

"It's better to check from a distance. As long as Lord Apollo is safe, if you get too close, if you anger Father God, it might extend Lord Apollo's sentence."

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.

I've dug myself into this corner, but I'm still short of a last resort.

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

——The huge rocks have been etched into various shapes over time. Gray stalagmites soar into the sky, praising the uncanny workmanship of nature. Below are huge plains, forests, canyons and picturesque villages, vast jungles and deep mountains. In the deep valley, one can vaguely see huge skeletons.

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

Along with 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.

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

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

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

The young girl holding a lyre and writing love poems rolled her eyes at the sisters, and then came to the front of the team with a blush on her face.

The Muses laughed and pushed out the fifth sister.

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

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