Greece brings evildoers

Chapter 195 The Kidnapped God of Death (4.4k)

After a moment, Circe reacted and rushed forward, her face flushed and she cheered excitedly.

"Lorne~!"

...The color of the hair, the texture of the skin, and the smell and temperature!

Hmm, that’s right!

This is what it feels like! Finally found it again!

Circe hugged the lost "little piggy" in her arms and moved it hard, trying to release the emptiness and resentment that had accumulated over the years.

The tortured Lorne was moved under the claws of the opponent until his face was out of shape, his facial features were even flying around, and his body was like an overly active koala.

Finally, when his mouth finally broke free from Circe's hand, Lorne couldn't help but open his mouth to ask.

"Why are you...going to...Athens...to sell cakes?"

Since the muscles on his face were still being stretched and kneaded from time to time, his speech was inevitably a little slurred and missed.

However, Circe was obviously used to this. She angrily kicked an unscrupulous apprentice and denounced him angrily.

"It's not because of you! You emptied all my treasury, not even a hair was left. As a result, I can't even afford any decent teaching materials, so I can only try my luck in a nearby city-state with a lot of people."

"Teaching?" Lorne was a little confused.

"Yes, I have a new disciple."

With that said, the great witch waved to the forest.

And with a rustling sound, a petite witch wearing an indigo and purple hooded cloak and a purple robe heard the teacher's call and walked quickly from the forest beside the road holding a moon staff. Came at a trot.

Since the real face is perfectly hidden by the hood, the mysterious aura is directly present.

Circe glanced at a certain disciple who left without saying goodbye, put his hands on his hips and raised his neck to show off.

"Humph, she is very powerful. She is more qualified in magic than you! She completed your one-year course in nine months on the island..."

"boom!"

However, before Circe could finish speaking, the mysterious witch, who was even shorter than Circe, seemed to be wrapped too tightly in her cloak, which blocked her vision and made her unable to move. He fell at the feet of everyone.

In an instant, the atmosphere on the field froze, and Circe's face froze.

At the back, Hecate, the goddess of the dark moon as the master, decisively added a few more layers of disguise witchcraft that already existed on her body, and at the same time turned her head to avoid Astraea's faint gaze.

"The road to Ares Mountain is a bit steep, so be careful in the future..."

Seeing this situation, Lorne was a bit dumbfounded as he pulled this fellow junior sister up from the ground and helped her remove the tightly wrapped purple robe.

As the hood fell, the long lavender hair flowed out.

The mysterious witch with a mysterious and gorgeous temperament, after being exposed to the sun, she only had the impression of a simple young lolita.

Wearing a plain gauze skirt, her long lavender hair is tied into a simple single ponytail, her lavender pupils are pure and flawless, and her pointed ears that are obviously different from ordinary people are very similar to Circe, proving that she is not pure. Bloody human facts.

Seeing the timid embarrassment in the little girl's eyes and the slightest curiosity about her surroundings, Lorne smiled slightly and took the initiative to show kindness.

"My name is Lorne, and I am a student who learned witchcraft from the teacher before you. What about you? Junior sister? What's your name?"

"...Medea..."

The little loli, who looked like she was seven or eight years old, glanced at the fellow senior in front of her and answered abruptly.

"Well, you're so good!"

Lorne stretched out his hand and touched the little junior sister's head, smiling to express his intimacy, but when he looked at the little witch, he couldn't help but feel a trace of pity.

Medea, the daughter of King Aeetes of Colchis, was also an outstanding witch who was taught by the great witch Circe and the goddess of witchcraft Hecate. By blood, she was the niece of the great witch Circe.

Although the child's family was well off and he was raised without restraint, his fate was greatly shaken by the Argonauts who came to seek the Golden Fleece.

Due to the intervention of the goddess Aphrodite, Medea was cursed with "falling in love with Jason, the hero who led the Argonauts", and attempted to flee abroad with Jason.

During her escape, she even committed the atrocity of cutting her brother into pieces and scattering his body into the sea in order to trap her father's ship that was following him.

Therefore, Medea lost her hometown to return to and began to be despised and disgusted by the people around her, even her fellow Argonauts.

After that, in order to help Jason sit on the throne, Medea did not hesitate to help him obtain the Golden Fleece, and used magic and strategy to kill enemies; but Jason, who was afraid of his actions, gradually became afraid. This wife has great power and has an extreme personality under the power of the God of Love.

So soon, Jason, who ascended the throne, chose to abandon his wife Medea, who had made countless sacrifices for him along the way, and chose to marry the princess of a neighboring country;

In the end, Medea, who had nothing and was about to be expelled, took cruel revenge on Jason.

She killed the princess of a neighboring country and her two children, leaving Jason to spend the rest of his life in pain and misery.

From then on, Medea rode the flying dragon and disappeared.

Some say that she was tortured by the Furies until she went mad and died, some say that she returned to Ayo Island to live out her remaining days, and some say that she obtained an immortal body at the end of her magic research and became the queen who ruled the underworld and controlled the Elysee Paradise.

The above is the life of the witch Medea, which is full of tragedy of being manipulated and teased by fate.

However, for Lorne, it is a future that is uncertain and can be changed.

"Listen to me, don't wear such big and long robes in the future. It has no meaning except hindering movement. Magicians are not wooden stakes. Flexibility and mobility are equally important to us."

A certain senior brother, while imparting practical experience to the junior sister he had just met, pulled off the inferior mage robe that obviously did not fit her and threw her far into the dense forest.

Little Medea was naturally filled with joy about this and wanted to clap her hands in joy.

That thing was stuffy and hot. If Aunt Circe hadn't forced her to put it on, saying that she wanted to have the dignity of a witch, she wouldn't have been willing to be wrapped in such a thick shell all day long.

"My three Silvers of Hera!"

Seeing that the fruits of her aesthetics and labor were abandoned like worn-out shoes by two unfilial disciples, Circe, as a teacher, couldn't help but let out a mournful cry, and then turned to look at the culprit, gritting her silver teeth.

"You guy, are you deliberately going against me?"

"How can it not be possible? These valuable practical experiences were all taught by the person behind me."

Lorne said, pulling little Medea and moving it to the side, and smilingly passed the blame to a certain goddess who was traveling with him.

Faced with this misfortune, Hecate first rolled her eyes at an unscrupulous disciple, and then the air around her rippled, the disguise was lifted, revealing her true appearance, and her purple eyes looked faintly in front of her. One of his disciples snorted angrily.

"Circe, you can make it easy for me to find you."

"teacher?"

The moment she saw the goddess of the underworld, Circe shrank her neck, quickly moved sideways, got behind Lorne, firmly grabbed her beloved disciple's other arm, and held it in front to act as a shield. , and then dared to respond loudly.

"Aiyu Island is boring to death, I don't want to go back!"

As a direct disciple of Hecate, the goddess of the dark moon, and the great witch of the moon and love, Circe, in addition to being the owner of the island of Ayo, also has the responsibility of guarding the land at the border of life and death and extraditing the dead at sea.

But after doing this for eighteen hundred years, Circe was getting tired of it.

Especially after one of his eldest disciples ran away, life on the island seemed to be getting boring and difficult day by day.

So not long ago, Circe took her new apprentice and niece to a human city-state to have fun under the pretext of traveling.

The result is a lack of extradition of the undead at sea and an imbalance of life and death.

So, Hecate traveled all the way to Athens just to arrest this stupid bird?

Lorne glanced at the goddess of the dark moon with an unkind expression, and as if she had some realization in her heart, she immediately pulled her arm out of a flat steel plate, and unceremoniously pushed the culprit Circe in front of her. Then he took the ignorant little Medea and stepped aside.

The smooth operation fully demonstrates the excellent tradition of loving teachers and filial piety on the part of Ayu Island.

Seeing the traitor being brought to her, Hecate simply grabbed an eagle wing from Circe's back, pulled it to her side, and sneered to extinguish the small flame of resistance in her heart.

"Want to do it or not? You have no choice!"

"Extraditing the dead at sea is just a part-time job for me, a part-time job! If you need something, go find Thanatos, the God of Death first. Why are you arresting me?"

The isolated and helpless Circe secretly cursed the two unreliable apprentices while waving her pink fist in protest.

"He was also arrested and can't go..."

"ha?"

Hearing this, not only Circe, but also Lorne and Astraea looked at each other.

Seeing everyone's expressions of disbelief, Hecate sighed helplessly and told the reason why she walked out of Hades and landed on the surface.

"It's true, I didn't lie to you, Thanatos has been missing for a long time. If it weren't for the serious mismatch between the dead population and the undead going to Hades, we wouldn't have discovered the problem.

And according to the last news, he seemed to be under house arrest in some way, in a place from which he could not escape.

Therefore, Hades entrusted me to come up to investigate the situation and restore the order of life and death. "

After listening to Hecate's explanation, Lorne and Astraea, who were traveling together, suddenly realized.

Only then did we understand why Hecate was so secretive about the purpose of her trip.

After all, this chaos in Hades is not only a bit bizarre, but also a bit unspeakable.

Because the fact that the God of Death was kidnapped is really a bit embarrassing.

After clarifying the whole story, Circe became even more depressed.

"Then you go find Thanatos. Why are you arresting me?"

"I won't have a clue for a while, so I'll find someone who can handle the situation first."

"..."

Looking at her good teacher who looked like he was taking it for granted, Circe was speechless.

But then, she rolled her eyes and suddenly thought of a brilliant idea, raised her hand and pointed behind her.

"What about him? This is my most outstanding disciple! He can definitely shoulder the heavy responsibility!"

"..."

Lorne looked at the good teacher who sold him out, with the same expression on his face, and secretly cursed in his heart.

Look, this is the harmonious teacher-student relationship in Aiyu Island. It's okay if nothing happens, but if there is a problem, one will be sold faster than the other apprentice.

However, regarding Circe's proposal, Hecate just glanced meaningfully at a certain disciple, then shook her head and refused.

"[Death] is not a simple single concept, but a part of destiny. Not only does it need to be controlled by the three goddesses of destiny and interpret the predictions of the [Loom of Destiny], but it also needs to use the divinity and authority related to death to extradite the undead and maintain life and death. The balance, not everyone has this qualification..."

[Death] is controlled by [Fate]?

Hearing Hecate's meaningful explanation, Lorne immediately understood that this was a secret specially told to him, and couldn't help but feel a shiver in his heart.

Sure enough, Hecate, who represents "accident", and the three goddesses of fate, who represent "inevitability", have been fighting openly and secretly.

At present, the [Three Goddesses of Destiny] have completely gained the upper hand, and their authority has extended to Hades. Even Thanatos, the God of Death, who originally belonged to Hecate, is about to be taken away.

It is precisely because of the gaze of the three goddesses of destiny on [Death] that Lorne, as a [variable], cannot naturally take over Thanatos's divine power. Instead, he should keep a certain distance from this matter.

"He can't do it? Then find another one!"

At this time, Circe, who was still unwilling to give up, saw that one of her apprentices could not be sold, so she immediately turned her attention to the other one and sold it hard to Hecate.

"This is Medea, my brother's daughter. She has the same blood as me. She has excellent talent. She will definitely be a rare witch in the future. How about her? It will be fine!"

Hecate glanced at the second young disciple opposite her, her eyes passing over the small hands that were tightly grasping the corners of Lorne's clothes, and a different kind of interest immediately appeared in her purple eyes.

"It's okay, but I'm too young, so let's do it later..."

And feeling the four gazes falling on her, little Medea instinctively shrank behind Lorne.

Although she was still young and did not fully understand what Hecate and Circe said, her intuition told her that the two people opposite seemed to have some bad ideas for her.

In comparison, it was this senior brother she had just met who made her feel more secure.

Lorne touched little Medea's head, stared at the two dirty adults opposite with a dark face, and secretly cursed in his heart.

I said how could Medea, a mere witch who was betrayed by others, become the queen who rules over Hades and controls the Elysee Paradise (Greek paradise) according to rumors. You two heartless elders dragged her there to work for a long time. !

Maybe it was because of this future appointment that Medea was targeted by the [Three Goddesses of Destiny] and arranged such a tragic ending!

Sure enough, the teacher-student relationship on Ayo Island can be summed up in one word - pit!

Lorne once again let out a complicated sigh, and then opened his mouth to interrupt the push and shove between Hecate and Circe on the issue of duty.

"Forget it, don't bother. Even if we capture Circe, it will only be a temporary relief. And it's not like she doesn't have long legs. If she runs away, it will be in vain."

As he spoke, Lorne's eyes flickered, his gaze passed over Hecate who was deep in thought, looked towards the east of the Peloponnese Peninsula, and spoke quietly.

"How about you go to Corinth and have a look? Maybe you will find something unexpected."

Hearing that meaningful whisper, Hecate immediately thought of something.

It seems that Thanatos, the god of death, recently received a private job requested by Zeus from the three goddesses of fate.

——It seems that for some reason, the narrow-minded God King wanted to use cruel [death] to punish a leaker who made him unhappy.

Could it be that it was in Corinth?

Hecate glanced at Lorne, who had a determined expression across from her, with a thoughtful look in her eyes, and then she smiled forward and nodded.

"Okay, I'll go to Corinth first and leave her to you for now."

Saying that, the goddess of the dark moon let go of the struggling disciple and threw it to the disciple in front, giving a faint reminder.

"There has to be someone to clean up the mess. If she gets away..."

Hecate's subtle eyes swept over Lorne and little Medea, and the implication was self-evident.

"Don't worry, you will definitely gain something from this trip!"

Lorne made a sworn promise, watching Hecate's figure fade and disappear, while silently crossing himself in his heart.

Sisyphus, the builder of Corinth, right?

Brother, take care...