Greece brings evildoers

Chapter 182 Leek’s self-cultivation (4.1k)

Late at night the next day, the palace of Thebes.

A gust of cold wind passed through the door and window and poured into the hall. King Pentheus, who was sitting alone on the throne with his eyes closed and meditating, shuddered when he heard the creaking sound. He immediately stood up in a hurry and pulled out the Bronze sword, looking around warily.

"Who? You pretender, come out!"

Pentheus waved his bronze sword in the air and issued a warning.

However, the only response to him was the rustling sound of wind outside the door.

It was just a false alarm.

Pentheus's face flushed slightly, and then he put the bronze sword back into the scabbard angrily, and his hanging heart relaxed a little.

But even so, when he thought of the handsome young man who came and went without a trace in the hall last night, the young king's expression became a little uncertain.

At that time, the divine blood guards in the main hall were staring at him, but they didn't notice how he disappeared.

Even after searching the entire palace and city for two consecutive days, the guards still could not find any trace of the man.

Since he can sneak in and disappear so easily, does this also mean that if that guy wants to assassinate the king, it will be just as easy?

Realizing that this threat might still be lurking in a corner of the palace, Pentheus suddenly shuddered and couldn't help but look down at the token next to the throne with the image of a poisonous dragon engraved on it.

The heretics of the Dionysian Cult are still locked in the dungeon. If they are released...

Along with his floating thoughts, a hand hesitantly reached down.

"What? Does the little trick used by a false god make you timid?"

The sudden sound echoed in the empty hall. Pentheus's expression changed, and he immediately drew his sword and turned around to defend himself.

However, a green-white index finger gently pressed on the edge of the sword, effortlessly pressing down the sharp weapon that could cut through gold and iron.

"it's me……"

A low and somewhat hoarse voice came from the blood in front of the throne, and the entire hall was filled with a faint red light at some point.

A pair of narrow eyes stained with scarlet looked at the young King Thebes in front of him, shaking his head and sneering.

"A descendant of the dragon slayer Cadmus, a blood relative of the war god Ares, a true descendant of the gods, he is actually afraid of a mere false god, which is a shame to your ancestors."

"I don't!"

Pentheus's blood surged all over his body and his cheeks turned red. He immediately raised his neck and retorted loudly, as if he wanted to prove something to the mysterious man in front of him.

"What about your courage? Show it to me." The figure in blood looked forward and continued to guide, "Being humiliated in front of someone and letting him escape in public, this kind of madman makes you lose face. ,How to do?"

"I will kill him sooner or later!"

Anger welled up in Pentheus's heart, and he immediately snorted darkly.

Regarding this answer, the figure in blood nodded with satisfaction.

"This is right, my king, you should be the most noble being in this land. Anyone who dares to disobey you will pay the price in blood!"

Hearing Xueying's approval, the young king felt excited.

But then, when he thought of last night's scene, he couldn't help but feel a little depressed and embarrassed.

"That's true, but that guy ran too fast. My people couldn't catch up. What can I do if I can't catch him?"

Xueying glanced at Pentheus who was complaining to her, the contempt in his eyes flashed away, and he smiled faintly and spoke.

"He can escape, but some people can't."

"You mean?" Pentheus thought thoughtfully.

"Since the pagan god is known as [loving], is he willing to make a small sacrifice for his innocent believers?"

Hearing the meaningful whisper in his ear, Pentheus understood it instantly and excitedly grabbed the Builder's Token next to the throne, injected divine power and activated the runes in it.

Soon, a group of divine blood guards opened the main entrance of the palace hall, filed in, and asked the king in a deep voice on the throne.

"Your Majesty, what are your orders?"

"Go to the dungeon immediately and escort all the heretics to the square and hang them one by one until the heretic who escaped last night is willing to be captured!"

Pentheus threw the token with a grin and gave instructions.

Hearing this, the commander of the Imperial Guard couldn't help but be startled and reminded him cautiously.

"But Your Majesty, your mother and several aunts are still in the dungeon, right..."

However, this hesitation made Pentheus look gloomy and his eyes turned red with anger.

"Shut up! No matter who it is, worshiping false gods or defecting to pagan religions is a capital crime! Execute! Execute them all!"

"Obey, obey..."

Under that fierce and cruel look, the commander of the Imperial Guard did not dare to say anything. He quickly picked up the token on the ground, gathered his men, and headed towards the dungeon.

When the divine blood guards who accepted the order completely disappeared from his sight, Pentheus immediately turned his head and looked aside, asking impatiently.

"How did I do?"

The blood shadows in the darkness smiled and clapped, their eyes showing approval.

"This is what a wise monarch should look like. You are better than your grandfather!"

Pentheus nodded with satisfaction, his young face highlighted by blood, overflowing with excitement and cruelty.

Yes, I am the king of Thebes!

No one can disobey my will! Neither can God!

However, while Pentheus was immersed in his wonderful fantasy, the group of praetorian guards who had been ordered to go to the dungeon came back with a look of panic.

"Your Majesty, this is bad! Those infidels have escaped!"

"What?"

When Pentheus heard this, he couldn't help but angrily stood up from the throne and cursed at the commander of the Praetorian Guards.

"What do so many of you do for food? You can't even look down on prisoner No. 100! They are all old, weak, sick and disabled!"

After hearing the king's reprimand, the commander of the imperial guards who came back to report also looked aggrieved.

"Your Majesty, this is really none of our business. When we arrived at the dungeon, the prison door was already opened, and all the jailers passed out like drunkenness. And then our eyes blurred, and those prisoners disappeared from our eyes. "There are only a lot of handcuffs and shackles left in the cell."

"If someone runs away, go find him again! Go and catch him again! Many pagans' homes are still in the city, and they will never be able to escape far!"

At this time, after some guidance, Pentheus seemed to have figured out how to deal with the heretics, and gritted his teeth and gave the order.

"If you can't catch them, bring their families back and take the punishment for these criminals!"

When the commander of the Imperial Guard heard this, he immediately complained in his heart.

Such a large-scale implication will definitely cause trouble.

And they, the Imperial Guards who are responsible for executing orders, will inevitably be scolded to death.

But it was hard to disobey the king's order. Seeing that King Pentheus was determined to deal a heavy blow to the Dionysian Cult and its related personnel, he had no choice but to take the token, recruit the Divine Blood Guards, and go to the barracks of the city defense army to prepare for a joint operation. .

There is no way, the pot is too big for one person to carry.

Let the brothers who are traveling together help share some of the weight.

In addition, he didn't want to be drowned in spit, so he first tried to find a way to capture the fleeing heretics. When he couldn't hand over anyone, it wouldn't be too late to arrest the relatives of the people involved to make up for the loss.

But no matter what, tonight is destined to be a sleepless night.

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At the same time, outside the city.

The Dionysian believers who had disappeared in the dungeon opened their eyes in a daze after experiencing a period of dizziness, and suddenly found that they had escaped from the dark and humid prison and were in the dense forest of Kitalon Mountain.

Under the dim moonlight, the blond young man who performed miracles in the palace hall last night was standing in front of them with a smile, holding a cane.

"Lord Saint! It's Lord Saint!"

"Thank you for the rescue!"

"Bacchus, we finally escaped."

The believers came back to their senses and immediately swarmed forward, expressing their excitement in all directions.

When the group of divine-blooded guards arrived, they learned from the noisy discussions that King Pentheus had decided to execute them, and they all feared that they would die on the gallows.

Unexpectedly, Lord Dionysus actually ordered his saints to rescue them from the life and death crisis just now.

What a merciful and just God!

Having just experienced the aftermath of a catastrophe, the believers were naturally moved and worshiped beyond measure.

That strong faith turned into an invisible point of light, pouring into the mental image world of a certain [Saint] at the scene, turning into a golden divine liquid, pouring down, making the nourished grape seedling in the golden roulette blink of an eye. It grew a few inches taller and branched out into several young branches.

What a group of good people!

Lorne looked at the believers in front of him, his eyes shining as if he was seeing a batch of fresh leeks growing vigorously.

The gods and believers, who were running invisibly in both directions, looked at each other passionately, feeling that they were the ones who benefited the most.

"Gugu~~"

Just as the atmosphere became increasingly ambiguous, a hungry squirming sound in the stomach broke the silence in the dense forest.

A dozen believers rubbed their stomachs in embarrassment, and the rest couldn't help but look embarrassed.

After they were imprisoned in the dungeon, they had not eaten for nearly a day.

Lorne smiled slightly, stretched out his hand and handed the wooden stick in his palm to a woman in the crowd who seemed to be somewhat friendly.

"Use it."

The woman was flattered and took the cane, and followed the instructions of the saint in front of her and knocked on the rock wall. Clear springs and wine immediately flowed from the cracks in the rocks, milk flowed from the stream, and honey dripped from the hollow tree trunks.

The sweet smell makes hungry believers try to scoop up wine and milk, or suck the honey from the tree.

The aroma of the food in their mouths and the real feeling of fullness made them excited and excited. They kept muttering the word "miracle" in their mouths and worshiped the benevolent God of Wine.

The result was that the divine power in Lorne's body and the vine in the center of the golden wheel grew again, making him feel even happier.

Looking at the believers feasting around him, the patriarch had a sincere smile on his face, like a hard-working old farmer who was happy that the leeks in his field were growing vigorously.

As expected of a fellow countryman, he is simple and honest.

If you are given some practical benefits, I will be willing to believe you, and each one will believe more thoroughly than the other.

Of course, it may also be because these Greek gods are usually too mundane. They do everything based on their preferences and moods, and they don’t understand sustainable development and mutual benefit at all.

Either cut off the roots of the leeks, or turn over the ground.

Therefore, farming depends on the mysterious Eastern power.

Lorne sighed secretly while quietly sketching Hermes behind him, cutting the space.

Although he has become a god, his power is not so powerful that he can create something out of nothing.

Therefore, some of these foods are the result of using the power of the God of Shepherd and God of Hunting of the [Goat] and [Wild Boar] to stimulate nature, and the other part is the result of transporting some things from the city through space.

Of course, Lorne also left some gold and silver as compensation.

As the previous Clerk of Crete, he still had a lot of precious metals and could easily feed hundreds of people for several months.

Just as Lorne was thinking about whether to rehearse the pre-meal prayer ceremony while the believers were eating to strengthen their faith and sense of belonging, a noisy sound of horse hooves came from outside the woods.

Soon, hundreds of heavily armed figures appeared in the forest.

"It's the Praetorian Guards!"

Looking at the poisonous dragon emblem on their armor and weapons, the believers suddenly fell into panic. They picked up sticks and stones and gathered around a certain saint, making an appearance of dying struggle.

"Stop!"

Lorne stopped the irrational behavior of the believers, walked out of the crowd, looked at the leader of the guards, smiled and spoke.

"I heard that your king wants to see me? How about this? I'm willing to capture you without any effort, so don't embarrass the people behind me."

Hearing this, the commander of the Imperial Guard thought seriously for a moment, glanced at the 100 people present, and nodded slightly.

Many of them were dignitaries from the city of Thebes. The king's initial order was just to try his best to lure this "saint" out.

It's just a job, there's really no need for me to kill them all.

We are all fellow villagers, and it is always good to leave a way out.

What's more, His Majesty in the palace seems to be seriously ill.

Seeing that a consensus was reached, Lorne took the initiative to put shackles on himself.

"We can't let them take away the saint!"

"Fight them!"

"..."

However, just as the guards were about to take the prisoner into the prison cart, the believers finally couldn't bear it anymore and rushed forward, tremblingly raising sticks and stones.

Seeing this, the commander of the Imperial Guard had no choice but to remind him.

"His Majesty Pentheus has an order. If you dare to resist and escape, your relatives and friends in the city will be thrown into prison together. For the sake of your family, you should just let them go."

Hearing this, the natives of Thebes among the believers couldn't help but look ashen, but there were still many believers with determination on their faces, obviously ready to be martyred for the saints.

Lorne raised his hand to once again stop the believers' resistance, smiled and spoke.

"Don't worry, you guys are waiting here. I'll come as soon as I go. This trip is the will of Lord Dionysus."

There seemed to be a convincing magic power in those words, and the believers gradually felt relieved, nodded in obedience, and chose to continue eating and praying.

Since it is the will of Lord Dionysus, he will definitely protect his believers.

Seeing the believers using their canes to conjure food such as honey, wine, and milk out of thin air, all the guardsmen showed shock, and their attitude toward Lorne, a heretic, became more cautious and awe-inspiring.

Soon, the guards escorted the heavy criminals in the prison car and drove towards the city of Thebes, preparing to return to the monarch who gave the order.