Greece brings evildoers

Chapter 197 Sister Ya, no! (4.2k)

A few days later, Ares Mountain.

In the afternoon, in a secluded house, the newly appointed young judicial officer of Athens sat at a long table in the courtyard, looking through a thick stack of files related to case review and approval in his hand, writing the contents of the punishment and sentencing into words, and making a document. Keep simple records.

After three or four hours of busy work, the file finally came to an end.

Lorne, who was sitting at the table, looked at the dozens of pages of parchment in his hand that were filled with dense handwriting. After patiently reviewing and revising them, he threw the fruits of his labor aside and prepared to hand them over to Astraea tomorrow as a compilation-related document. Reference to the Act.

Now, the second-generation goddess of justice has entered the Academy of Athens at the warm invitation of Athena and began to write the preliminary written law.

But everything is difficult at the beginning. In the era of "the big fist means the right", it is a very difficult project to pursue perfecting the judiciary.

First of all, the lack of legal talents and weak legal awareness is a big problem.

As the former Clerk of Crete, the successor of Minos, the judge of Hades, and the person who led Astraea to Athens, Lorne had to really take over the appointment of the Athenian magistrate, reading the review every day. The case files summarize the customary laws over the years.

However, you don’t know until you see.

When Lorne actually looked through the trial files in Athens, he realized how primitive the current laws were. Even the punishments highlighted the "whatever you want", which had nothing to do with the so-called "fairness and justice".

Those who commit laziness and steal vegetables are punishable by death...

When a master kills a slave, he is either innocent, or he pays a sheep to offset the debt, or he sacrifices a cow to pray to the gods...

Those who can prepare their own arms have civil rights and can make accusations and accept formal trials; while those who cannot prepare their own arms have no civil rights and will often be lynched by high-status people when encountering problems...

As the upper-class divine blood nobles and city builders, they have criminal immunity in the secular sense...

In short, these customary laws that were difficult to define standards gave Lorne a headache. After several deletions and revisions, he was able to come up with a few usable ones.

Although it is very different from what was expected, it will be enough for the work tomorrow.

After finishing the summary of customary laws at hand, Lorne took a short rest, took out a few pieces of parchment, and began to write tonight's fable.

There is no way, the Temple of Memory is still urging the manuscript.

Now even the nine muses have nothing to do, and together with their mother Mnemosyne, they have become fans of the "Collected Stories of Esopus", waiting for his updates every day.

After working for more than half an hour, until the sun set and the dim light of fluorite illuminated the surrounding darkness, Lorne finally stopped writing furiously, then picked up a few pieces of tender lamb on the plate and threw it to Half empty.

"Gu~~Gu Gu!"

With a crisp cry, two snow-white owls flew down from the treetops, picked up the tossed lamb, landed on the table and ate.

"Send this copy to the Temple of Memory and the other to Hestia's mansion."

Lorne divided the two volumes of fable manuscripts filled with text into two mailboxes, sealed them with wax, and then patted the heads of the two messengers and gave patient instructions.

These two have different functions.

One copy was for Mnemosyne and the nine Muses to relieve their boredom. By the way, the attached letter also secretly urged the goddess of memory to settle the royalties and send the nine Muses to Athens as soon as possible, along with He joins.

There was no way around it. Compiling a book required a huge amount of energy and manpower, and it was too much for him to do it alone.

The nine muses in the Temple of Memory were idle, so they might as well come and work for him, perfect the previous "Theogony" and "Divine Dictionary", and help Athens compile statutory law.

Although I don’t know how Artemis’s persuasion of Apollo will progress and whether Mnemosyne will let him go, it’s not wrong to give it a try.

The other is a public reading borrowed from Hestia and given to Athena, Medusa and others.

Don’t worry about scarcity but inequality.

In order to avoid overturning in the future, the emotions of both parties must be taken care of in advance.

This is Lorne's practical experience gained after suffering a lot of losses.

Soon, after receiving their wages, the two owls burped, and then they grabbed the two mailboxes with satisfaction, fluttering their wings and flying into the vast night.

It wasn't until the two little things completely disappeared from sight that Lorne breathed a sigh of relief and lay down on the back of the chair to relax slightly.

After all this hard work, even though I have a divine body, I am inevitably a little exhausted both physically and mentally.

But there is nothing that can be done about it. Although the effects of kidney and heart transplantation are slow and the cost is high, the advantage is that there are few side effects.

Before he even finished his work, he was beaten to death by several women around him.

Especially Athena!

Ever since he successively recruited Hecate, Circe, Astraea and others from outside, the goddess of wisdom has been looking at him strangely recently.

After bribing Nikki with a few skewers of barbecued meat and a jug of ice-cold wine, the little girl secretly told him:

——Athena likes to squat in Hestia's yard recently to sharpen her gun, and while sharpening, she smiles into the air from time to time...

——In short, it’s very permeable...

Not to mention Nikki, who was the person involved, Lorne felt a little scared when he heard it.

Therefore, he did not dare to stay in Hestia's mansion anymore, so he moved out alone and spent all day busy on the construction of the rule of law in Athens on the grounds of official duties.

Athena has a better advantage: public and private are relatively clear.

As long as it's business, she rarely abandons public affairs for personal reasons.

Therefore, Lorne, who was busy all day, lived a peaceful life.

But this is not the way to go. How about finding a chance to connect with Sister Ya?

But for safety's sake, it's best to bring Hestia with you...

"Hey~"

Just as Lorne was muttering to himself, a petite figure squeezed in through the crack of the door in the moonlight.

With the iconic pointed ears and lavender hair under the hood, as well as the body of a primary school student, she is obviously Medea, the little princess of the Kingdom of Colchis.

The witch, who had not yet become famous at this time, stood in the courtyard with a basket in hand, looking a little embarrassed when she faced her fellow disciples behind the desk.

"Auntie, she refuses to eat. She said that if we don't let her out, she will go on a hunger strike!"

Lorne glanced at the full basket, raised his head and sneered.

"So brave? Okay, put the things here and starve her for a few days!"

"This, isn't this not good?"

When little Medea heard this, she couldn't help but hesitate.

"Don't worry about her, she'll calm down after she's had enough trouble." Lorne said, taking out another copy of the fable from the table and handing it over with a smile, "I wrote this new one today, see if you like it. ”

"Okay!" Little Medea's eyes suddenly lit up, she grabbed a few pages of parchment, ran into the house, and completely forgot about her aunt.

Sure enough, he is still a child.

Looking at the joyful expression of a certain young witch, a fellow disciple who was obviously more mature and steady (sinister and cunning) shook his head in secret.

Obviously, the reason why this girl is willing to run errands for her and go to the prison to deliver a large bowl of prison food to Circe every day is not out of any filial piety or master-disciple relationship, but simply because she can see the update of the fable as soon as possible.

However, thinking about Circe's virtue of selling his apprentice as bait when he ran away, Lorne was relieved.

As a teacher, that stupid bird doesn't have much moral integrity. How can she expect her disciples to respect her?

Lorne put down the file in his hand and remembered the scene when they first met under the God of War Mountain, and couldn't help but darken his face again.

Going to Athena's territory to sell small cakes with added ingredients, it's a shame she can think of it!

Moreover, she had offended the four gods Stheno, Euryale, Niki, and Chiron in succession. If he had not been present at the time and protected her in the name of a public trial, the stupid bird might have been directly messed up by the angry victims. Punch to death.

Fortunately, Astraea also understood what he meant, and temporarily threw Circe into the dungeon of the Acropolis on the grounds that the case was complicated.

But considering the time, this case should have a result.

Lorne thought for a moment, then raised his hand to pick up the basket filled with snacks on the table. Taking advantage of the bright night, he came to the mansion where Astraea lived, reached out and knocked on the door.

Accompanied by a "beep" sound from the door shaft, the goddess of justice, her whole body filled with moist water vapor, walked out.

Seeing the long golden hair stained with water drops, and the blue outline of Astraea's thin translucent cloth that almost stuck to the lines, Lorne couldn't help but look away and coughed slightly.

"Bathing?"

"It's okay, it's already washed."

Astraya nodded gracefully, and then took the initiative to invite the visitors outside the door into the house, asking questions as they walked.

"What's the important thing for you to come to me so late?"

"It's nothing. It's just a case about the witch Circe selling dangerous food. The case is clear and the evidence is sufficient. The case should be closed."

Lorne sat at the stone table in the courtyard and stated his purpose straightforwardly.

Astraea glanced at the snacks on the table and frowned unconsciously.

"Then what do you think the sentence should be?"

"With three to six months of hard labor, he was ordered to restore the destroyed buildings to their original condition and compensate the relevant victims for their economic and mental losses."

Lorne thought for a moment and then added.

"In addition, she is prohibited from selling any unapproved food in Athens, and her custody of Medea is deprived. I will be responsible for taking care of it."

"Then do as you say."

When Astraya heard the words, she nodded lightly in agreement, her eyebrows relaxed, and she lowered her eyes to look at the first draft of the statutory law that was open on the table. Her eyes glanced over several details in it, and a satisfied smile appeared on her face.

It is rare to see no partiality or bending of law...

The goal was achieved, and Lorne was also very satisfied.

This kind of sentencing method can, on the one hand, prevent the little ones like Stheno, Euryale, and Niki from coming to cause trouble, and prevent Circe from being beaten to death after being released from prison.

On the other hand, the six-month sentence was neither long nor short, and it happened to be stuck during the period when Hecate was filling the gap for Hades.

In this way, even if the master found nothing in Corinth and did not find the kidnapped God of Death, and came to Mount Ares to visit him in the future, he, Athena, and Hestia would have enough reasons to leave that silly bird Circe behind. Athens.

After all, even if he wanted her to return to work on Ayu Island, she would have to wait until Circe served her sentence.

And for that stupid bird, the work of doing labor service and building the city wall is not too easy.

It is estimated that the compensation will make her feel a little bit pained.

If there's really too much difference in the end, I can just make it up for her.

Lorne went through the matter carefully in his mind again, and after confirming that nothing was missing, he breathed a sigh of relief, glanced at the basket of pastries on the table, and secretly cursed in his heart.

In order to get the best of both worlds, he had to worry so much about this stupid bird, but the woman didn't even appreciate it.

Forget it, you won’t eat it, right?

If you don’t eat it, I will!

Lorne picked up a piece of pastry and bit it down as if to vent his anger. Then he spread out a piece of parchment, and with a homemade quill soaked in ink, he wrote down the results of the joint discussion and solemnly signed his name as the judicial officer. His real name, and then handed the pen to the goddess of justice who was in charge of the trial.

"If there is no objection, let's sign it."

Astraya nodded, reached out to take the quill, and wrote down her god's name naturally.

However, just halfway through writing, the goddess of justice seemed to realize something. With a flick of her wrist, she quickly crossed out the previous characters and re-wrote the name of Αστραία (Astraya).

"Well, I will accept the closing document first and hand over the results to the executive officer early tomorrow morning."

Lorne smiled and picked up the parchment that was still stained with ink, stuffed it into his arms, and then stood up to leave.

Astraea opened her mouth, as if she wanted to say something to persuade her to stay, but before she could speak, the figure had already walked away in the moonlight.

Too careless...

The goddess of justice looked at the remaining ink stains on her hands, with a hint of annoyance in her eyes.

However, it's just a little clerical error, it shouldn't be discovered that easily, right?

Lady Justice secretly comforted her, then closed her eyes, raised her right thumb, and turned the golden scales at both ends of the Sword of Judgment 180 degrees.

Suddenly, the aura that was as obscure and vast as the starry sky disappeared in an instant.

As his eyes closed and opened, they were replaced by Tao's indomitable spirit.

"Ha, is there something to eat? It seems that the sacrificial site is dedicated to paying tribute to the gods!"

Astraya looked at the exquisite pastries in the basket, her eyes couldn't help but shine, she immediately grabbed a piece and stuffed it into her mouth, and ate it happily.

At the same time, on a certain road.

Lorne stopped and took out the closing letter from his arms. Under the bright moonlight, his eyes scanned the dark stain inch by inch.

Because it was so heavily smeared, the original writing could no longer be discerned.

But Lorne vaguely remembered the first three letters.

"Θεμ..."

It is understandable that one letter is wrong, but it is obviously impossible to make the first letter and the last two letters wrong.

Combined with the various strange things that the goddess of justice had done before and her performance just now, Lorne already had a vague answer in his mind.

Θεμι?

It's really her...

No wonder that woman Hecate didn't dare to mess around that night.

Lorne sniffed a hint of sweetness in the air and looked back at the mansion of the goddess of justice under the night, with a teasing smile on his face in the darkness.

Does this rice taste good? Lady Themis?

With a happy mood, Lorne stuffed the closing letter into his arms and strode into his home under the moonlight.

However, as soon as he opened the door, a tall figure standing in the courtyard turned his head, wiped the shiny gun of victory, and smiled at him, revealing eight neat white teeth.

"Come back? From Astraea, right?"

"Gulu~"

Looking at Athena walking towards him step by step, Lorne's Adam's apple squirmed and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.