Greece brings evildoers

A few days later, it was night.

Lorne sat at the desk in the bedroom, activated the fluorite for lighting, and as usual, pulled out a few ancient magic books from the bookshelf that appeared on the side, and leafed through them eagerly.

As the holy place of the goddess of memory, the collection of books and knowledge reserves here is undoubtedly the most complete library in Greece.

Theoretically, as long as the goddess Mnemosyne nods, visitors who are granted access rights can access any desired information and books.

And these are basically the teaching materials he urgently needs at present, which can greatly supplement his magic knowledge framework.

While reading, Lorne flipped through the magic book in his hand at an extremely fast speed, his eyes reading ten or even a hundred lines at a glance.

But even so, as long as he puts down the book and closes his eyes for a moment, those obscure words can clearly emerge from his mind, as if they are directly carved into the depths of his memory, turning into an immortal palace that will never fade. .

——The crown of spiritual thought, the palace of memory.

This is the blessing from the Nine Muses and the Goddess of Memory.

It is said that a Greek poet Simonides once attended a banquet. After he passionately read a lyric praising the two great gods Castor and Pollax in the grand banquet hall, he He was called out by the oracle of the great god. At this moment, the banquet hall collapsed. No guest in the hall survived. The body was blurred and it was difficult to identify relatives. However, Simonides placed the body according to the seats of the people in the hall. Identifying them one by one, it is as if under the inspiration of the oracle, I have rebuilt the palace of memory with my hands.

Therefore, the Greeks believed that there is a palace controlled by the goddess of memory deep in human memory. Whoever can open it can touch the source of knowledge and wisdom.

Therefore, using it in literary and artistic creation and continuing to write [Theogony] and [Holy Words] is just the initial use, so as to give full play to one's learning ability and make a qualitative leap in the speed of accumulating knowledge. This is its true meaning. Open method.

Relying on the spiritual blessing and retrieval authority given to him by the Goddess of Memory and the Nine Muses, Lorne frantically flipped through the tens of thousands of books on the shelves. In just a few days, he almost swept through the entire library, and in his mind Build your own knowledge palace in the depths.

His knowledge reserves and magic level have also improved by leaps and bounds.

But unfortunately, the [Crown of Lingsi] was completed, which meant that he had no reason to stay.

Theoretically, he was about to be kicked out by the goddess of memory.

However, after Lorne quickly flipped through several magic books in his hand, he unhurriedly took out a pen and paper from the side of the desk and wrote down three "reading experiences" for today.

——"The Idol Seller", "The Fox and the Grapes", "The Lion and the Wild Ass"

Soon, with the blessing of the muse, the three stories were completed with lively and interesting stories and humorous language.

Lorne reviewed it and confirmed that there were no taboo words. He dried the ink with satisfaction and stuffed the three pieces of parchment with his thoughts into the finished magic book, preparing to hand it to the goddess of memory tomorrow. .

According to the custom these days, after receiving the returned magic book and reading his "After Reading", Mnemosyne would probably praise his attitude towards learning and generously extend his stay in the Temple of Memory. , let him continue to work harder.

After all, history has proven the enduring cultural power of Aesop’s Fables.

What's more, this is still a world of the Age of Gods that is full of intrigues and fighting and killing. Some fables that are far away from grand narratives and have unique content simply add color to life for Mnemosyne, who likes reading and knowledge. Wonderful adjustment.

It was precisely because of this that the goddess of memory turned a blind eye and acquiesced to Lorne's stay.

After finishing tomorrow's update, Lorne felt refreshed and felt comfortable both physically and mentally.

There is no way, the author's life is always so simple and pure.

——If you save the manuscript, you will be happy; if you don’t save the manuscript, you will be miserable.

"Hey~"

Just as Lorne was stretching and preparing to go to bed to meditate and rest, the door was quietly pushed open, and a sneaky and graceful figure squeezed in under the night.

"Erato?"

Looking at this lively and lovely muse, Lorne was stunned and asked subconsciously.

"Come to me so late...what's wrong?"

"Discussing poetry..."

Erato tightened the wax plate in her arms, her burning gaze fell on Lorne in front of her and the bed behind him, and she couldn't help but lick her moist lips.

By the way, she is in charge of love poetry...

As the surrounding temperature increased, Lorne suddenly understood. He squirmed his dry throat and asked Erato to sit down by the bed, preparing to have a real discussion with her about the true meaning of love.

And for such ethereal things, understanding is the best teacher!

Obviously, the muse who took the initiative to sit over also deeply agreed with this.

But just when the two cultural enthusiasts wanted to go deeper and start a literary discussion, two figures squeezed in through the crack of the half-open door.

"Thalia? Melpomene? What are you..."

"Talk about the script..."

"Tutorial lines..."

The two muses who were in charge of comedy and pastoral, as well as tragedy and elegy, explained the reason with erratic eyes, and at the same time looked faintly at the sister who appeared on the bed.

But before the two of them could speak, three more figures squeezed into the room.

Amazingly, they are the three sisters among the nine Muses—the eldest sister, Calliope, who is in charge of heroic epics, the second sister, Clio, who is in charge of history, and the third sister, Euterpe, who is in charge of lyric poetry.

Immediately afterwards, the door that had just been closed was pushed open from the outside inward.

Polyhymnia, who was in charge of hymns and rhetoric, Uranias, who was in charge of astronomy and astrology, and Terpsichore, who was in charge of chorus and dance, also got in.

In some narrow doorways, the nine muses gathered together looked at each other with awkward expressions on their faces.

Lorne coughed dryly, breaking the strange silence, and cautiously asked the six newly arrived muses.

"You're also here to discuss the script?"

"Script? What script?"

The three older muses looked confused when they heard this.

"We heard from mother that you were leaving soon, so we came here to see you off."

"Yes, because of mother's order, I'm afraid we can't leave the Temple of Memory together and stay with you."

Do I want to leave?

Soon, Lorne realized that this was a perfunctory comment given casually by the goddess of memory. Yesterday, she also told him to update more and avoid fishing.

I guess it's probably because I can't save face, pretending to be fair and have no PY dealings with him, and deliberately maintaining a distant attitude.

By the way, let those muses keep their distance from him until the problem is solved.

It’s just that these muses, who are daughters, believed it to be true and believed that the two parties were about to part ways, so they all squeezed in, wanting to cherish this last time together.

Realizing that this was a misunderstanding, Lorne immediately smiled and said a good word for the goddess of memory.

"It's okay, I can understand Lord Mnemosyne's difficulties."

"That's just what the Mother Goddess means, and it definitely doesn't represent what we think!"

At this time, when the Muses heard this, they became even more concerned about gains and losses. They excitedly held Lorne's arm and expressed their seriousness.

"We are willing to be with you no matter when and where, and we have absolutely no intention of abandoning you!"

Seeing that their thoughts seemed to be going astray, Lorne subconsciously wanted to correct them.

However, the nine muses looked at each other, as if they had made a certain decision, and spoke solemnly.

"Tonight, let us fulfill this promise in our own way!"

Keep your promise?

Just when Lorne was a little confused, nine arms either grabbed his arm, hugged his shoulders, held up his head, or pressed on his chest...

Pairs of lively, steady, gentle, or serious eyes stared at that handsome face, their burning gaze flowing out and igniting the air in the bedroom.

In this situation, Lorne suddenly understood what the nine muses meant by "fulfilling their promises."

Without waiting for him to speak, the hot and impulsive "Love" pounced on him first, lowered his head to seal his lips and teeth, and gave him a long and passionate kiss.

As Erato began to act, the remaining eight Muses stepped forward not to be outdone, filling up the god of the opposite sex with themselves.

The Muses are nine goddesses with different personalities, but at the same time because of their common "literary" vocation, they can also exist as a whole thought.

"Click~"

The fluorite shattered and the room fell into darkness.

In the repeated "respect" and "support" of the nine muses, the new head of the muse could no longer bear it, stood up, filled the nine points again and again, and imprinted his own traces.

At the same time, the core of the Memory Temple.

Mnemosyne, who was in front of the desk, looked at the swaying bookshelves around her and the vague sounds deep in the temple, her face as dark as the bottom of a pot.

But in the end, she looked at the three reviews in her hand, and could only curl her fingers angrily to outline a few lines of Hermes, isolating herself in a quiet environment, and continued to flip through the manuscripts in her hand.