Greece brings evildoers

The next day, night.

"Where's the wine?"

"No more."

"Don't try to lie to me. You clearly have two pots of honey wine in your arms."

"Your wound hasn't healed yet. Don't drink it,"

"I want to drink..."

The lady spoke faintly, staring at Lorne in front of her seriously.

In the end, Lorne was defeated and had to hand over his private collection.

Watching the lady skillfully pull out the cork, frowning and drinking, Lorne sighed helplessly.

He didn't feel sorry for the wine, but felt that he, a friend of women, seemed to have encountered a difficult patient.

Obviously, this lady didn't really like the taste of wine. She just wore her mask for too long and it was difficult to take it off.

So, she needed to numb herself with wine, break through the reserved and dignified side when she was sober, and show her long-suppressed negative emotions.

It can be imagined how deep her resentment towards her deceased husband can make a lady turn into a shrew in an instant.

After watching the other party drink two bottles of wine and stand up shakily, Luo En rubbed his forehead in depression.

Well, I can't sleep well tonight.

However, the expected storm did not come, and a beautiful head crashed into his arms.

Luo En wanted to push it away, but as his chest became wet, he finally put his hand on the lady's back and patted it silently.

The stronger the person or thing looks, the more thorough the weakness they expose once they collapse.

Considering the proud self-esteem of this kind of people, pity is full of insults to them.

Therefore, there is no need for too much comfort and expression, just give them a small fulcrum, stand quietly, and let them adjust themselves.

I don't know how long it took, the lady's fragrant shoulders stopped shrugging, leaning on the warm chest, and fell asleep.

In the early morning, the crisp bird song woke Lorne from his sleep. He opened his eyes and glanced at the familiar blanket on his body, and then his eyes moved to the graceful figure standing by the river.

"What are you doing?"

The lady turned her head and answered lightly.

"Just as you said, see how the sun rises and how the water flows."

Lorne smiled slightly, stretched his waist, stood up and walked forward to ask.

"How does it feel?"

"Not very good."

The lady shook her head and looked at Lorne beside her.

"Is this method really useful? Why do I feel like you are lying to me?"

"I let you see the scenery because I hope you can calm your mind and find more fun in life, not to let you complete the task."

Lorne explained with a smile, then picked up a stone from the ground and threw it into the lake.

Suddenly, the rotating and accelerated stone stirred up a string of water splashes on the lake and rushed all the way to the other side.

"Oh yeah, 137, a new record!"

Lorne clenched his hands with a little excitement and cheered happily.

The lady next to him glanced at Lorne and snorted disdainfully.

"Childish!"

She couldn't understand why a descendant of God would lose his composure to such an extent for such a child's game.

Lorne didn't care about the lady's contemptuous eyes and handed over a stone with a smile.

"Don't accept it? You want to try it too? This is a skill I have worked hard to practice. It's not that easy to beat me in this aspect."

"Boring..."

"You don't dare?"

"Humph!"

The arrogant lady naturally couldn't stand the provocation. She snatched the stone from Lorne's hand and threw it into the lake.

As a result, the stone hit the water surface with dozens of splashes and flew into the woods on the opposite bank.

"Haha, see, I won."

Such a simple game, she actually lost miserably. The lady's face was a little embarrassed, and she snorted and turned around.

"Have you had enough fun? I'm about to leave."

"Don't move!"

Accompanied by a low whisper, a figure came up and put his hands on her waist and behind her right arm.

"How to play, I'll teach you. Come on, spread your feet shoulder-width apart, lean your body slightly forward, and hold the edge of the stone tightly with your thumb and index finger, so that you can better control the flight trajectory and strength of the stone..."

Under Loen's careful teaching and hand-to-hand demonstration, the lady's stiff body gradually softened, her waist twisted with the instructor's traction, and then the two right arms that were put together were thrown forward suddenly.

Suddenly, a series of water splashed on the lake.

"108, not bad."

The man behind her smiled and praised, and the lady raised the corners of her lips synchronously, admiring the masterpiece she left behind.

"Look, you're laughing, right? It's not as difficult as you think to make yourself happy."

Hearing this, the lady's cheeks tightened, her smile was restrained, and she regained her former coldness and arrogance.

"A little trick, is it worth you being complacent?"

Lorne did not argue or refute, but just loosened the lady's waist and arms and spoke with a smile.

"Practice more in the future, maybe you will have a chance to beat me."

Watching the man leave behind her, walk to the camp, pack up, and stay alone by the lake, the lady felt a little lost for some reason, and she bent down to pick up a stone.

But soon, the lady shook her head.

Why did I suddenly care about such a boring little thing, really.

Throwing it away, the stone stirred up nearly a hundred splashes on the lake and successfully reached the other side.

Unconsciously, she actually used the technique taught by someone just now.

The lady, who hadn't noticed this at all, turned around and came to the cleaned camp. She looked at Lorne, who was standing under a tree, with a look of surprise on her face.

"Why aren't you leaving yet?"

"Wait a minute, I'll heal the little thing."

Lorne turned around and picked up a shivering bird from under the tree, explaining softly.

"It seems that the wind was too strong last night and blew it down from the nest. It looks like only the left wing is broken. It's not a big problem. It will be fine soon."

As he spoke, a little bit of light green light appeared in Lorne's palm, and then merged into the bird's body, automatically resetting its bones.

"Chirp~~"

As the injury healed, the very human little guy chirped excitedly, then stared at the man and woman in front of him with his eyes as big as green beans, curiously looking at them.

Lorne saw this and let go of his hands with a joking smile.

"It seems to like you very much?"

The bird immediately flapped its wings and flew into the lady's arms, as if to express intimacy.

However, after seeing that it was a cuckoo, the lady's face suddenly changed and she waved her hands violently.

"Get out of here!"

"Puff!"

Accompanied by the gushing of golden divine power, the cuckoo flying in the air exploded into a ball of blood mist, and turned into minced meat and scattered miserably on the ground.

The originally warm scene suddenly turned into a bloody scene. The lady who was the initiator had a gloomy face.

Finally, she bit her lip and spoke in a deep voice.

"Argos is coming soon, let's go."

Lorne nodded, without asking or saying much, but led his employer who suddenly changed his temperament into the chariot, drove two divine horses, and headed towards Argos.

Stress? Because of a small cuckoo? What's going on?

Lorne's flashing eyes were full of doubts, and he was even more confused about what the employer in the car had experienced and who she was.

However, his confusion did not last too long.

Of course, it was not because they had the answer, but because after several days of galloping, they had arrived at the Argos mainland.

"Ahead, into the mountains!"

"Isn't this the road to the capital of Argos? People on the road said that the city-state here seems to be called Nafplio?"

"Well, there is a spring pool in the nearby mountains, and the destination I am looking for is there."

The lady spoke lightly while pointing the way for the chariot.

A moment later, the chariot passed through a dense mist and arrived at the destination smoothly.

The clear spring water flowed and converged into a pool of emerald green in the low-lying area. Some kind of sacred and clean breath was brewing and condensing in it.

"We are here, you stay outside, I will be back soon."

The lady jumped off the chariot, gave a simple instruction, and then went straight to the spring pool in front.

Looking at the scene in front of him, a strong sense of déjà vu lingered in Lorne's heart.

He seemed to have seen a similar scene somewhere before.

In a trance, he lowered his eyes and looked at a stone tablet standing outside the spring pool, on which was written a line of Hermetic characters as a geographical marker.

——Karnassos?

Loen subconsciously read the characters above, and then a thunderbolt flashed through his mind, and his face changed drastically.

Holy Spring of Karnassus?

No way...

Loen looked at the spring pool in front of him shrouded in mist, and the graceful figure bathing in the water, with a rising momentum, and sweat broke out on his forehead.

The Holy Spring of Karnassus in Nafplio can completely wash away the bather's previous anxiety, fatigue and aging, so that he can return to the pure image of youth and beauty when he was a virgin. The function is similar to the Holy Pool of Paphos in Cyprus by the goddess of love Aphrodite...

However, this place belongs to another beautiful woman in the divine world - Queen Hera!

...Kera, the Argives will have stress reactions when seeing cuckoos...

...The deceased husband loves to cheat, has illegitimate children everywhere, and has also hooked up with his great-granddaughter...

Lorne recalled the self-introduction and confession of the noble lady on the road, and couldn't help swallowing his saliva.

He remembered that the mainstream belief of the Queen Hera was distributed in the Argos region, so she was also called the "Argos Goddess".

Once, she lived in the Cuckoo Mountain, and Zeus turned into a trembling cuckoo, took advantage of her pity, flew into her arms, and combined with her.

It was normal to have stress reactions when seeing cuckoos just after the first half of the family game.

So, the deceased husband who likes to seduce women is obviously Zeus himself.

Otherwise, who can seriously injure Hera?

However, the arrogant queen of heaven was obviously unwilling to admit her painful experience of being abused instead of catching the adulterer, so in her mouth, she killed her philandering husband and won the final victory.

As a result, one lie among the ten truths, coupled with Hera's weakness, made Loen mistakenly believe that he had only encountered the so-called Argos royal family and a bloody family ethics drama.

Unexpectedly, he actually ran into Hera herself.

In the end, as the clues were outlined and connected, the vague fragmented memories were awakened, and Loen gradually solved the mystery of "Kera".

In some areas of Greece, Hera was worshipped as a girl, mother and widow, and three temples were built to worship these three forms. As an unmarried girl, Hera was called Pais; as a mother and wife, Hera was called Teleya; as a widow who left Zeus, Hera was called - Kera...

So, she introduced herself with this name, which means she regarded herself as a widow, indicating that her cheating husband was dead in her heart?

Well, this lie seems to be half true.

In the past, I always used this routine to trick others, but I didn't expect that I would also fail because of it.

Luo En muttered depressedly, looked at the misty holy pool with a guilty conscience, and moved back quietly.

He didn't forget that he had done a lot of usurpation in the process of escorting Hera to the holy land.

Who knows if the queen will settle accounts with him after she recovers her power?

Otherwise, just run away?

But if he runs away like this, wouldn't it be confirmed that he is trying to hide something?

"Hua La~~"

Just as Loen was in a dilemma, the mist surged, and an elegant goddess with arms as white as lilies, beautiful curly hair pouring out from one side of the crown, bright eyes like stars, graceful temperament, and beauty that was no less than Aphrodite, walked barefoot on the stone steps, looking down at the young man stationed below, and pondered proudly.

"My name is Hera, the Queen of Olympus. You are very good. You escorted me to the holy land to complete the baptism. I will naturally remember this credit. According to the agreement, I will meet one of your requests. Tell me, what do you want? Outsider?"

Hearing that the Queen of Heaven did not seem to have the intention of crossing the river and destroying the bridge, Loen could not help but feel relieved but fell into a difficult choice.

Yes, what should I ask for?