Greece brings evildoers

Chapter 307 Helen, No! (4.7k)

In the courtyard, the atmosphere fell into silence.

Atalanta looked at Lorne, who was frowning, and felt uneasy. She quickly explained.

"Teacher, I just want to know who my parents are? Where do I come from? I definitely don't mean to draw a line with you! I will always remember the care you and Lady Artemis have given me!"

"I know."

Lorne nodded and cast a comforting look at Atalanta.

On an island in ancient Greece, one day, as the sun set, the saint Socrates looked at the vast sea and sky and asked three questions: Who am I? Where do I come from? Where am I going?

Once the question came out, it became the ultimate proposition of philosophy, always testing human wisdom and dialectically proving human existence.

Because everyone will basically think about similar questions and explore the meaning of their own life when they reach a fixed period.

Obviously, Atalanta has also reached this age.

Of course, Lorne could understand this, and he was not angry about it. What he was thinking about now was actually another question.

"If I tell you the answer, what will happen after you see them?"

"I want to know why they left me?"

Atalanta answered without hesitation, with a serious face.

Lorne sighed and told the truth lightly.

"Because your father wanted a son to inherit his family business, but you are a baby girl, so you have no value to him."

Atalanta heard this, a trace of paleness appeared on her pretty face, and her tiny silver teeth unknowingly rubbed a blood mark on her cherry lips.

Abandoning a baby who was born not long ago in a deserted jungle, the result is self-evident.

If it weren't for the teacher and Lord Artemis who happened to be hunting in the Arcadia Mountains, she might have become meat paste under the iron hoof of the centaur, or food in the mouth of the monster...

Atalanta gritted her silver teeth and asked in a deep voice.

"Who is he? I want to see him!"

"And then?"

Lorne asked the same question, examining his student with a deep gaze.

"Accept him? Obey him? Dismiss him? Or kill him?"

Hearing these soul-piercing questions, Atalanta was at a loss, standing there blankly.

Indeed, even if the father and daughter could recognize each other, she didn't know what attitude and what way to face the blood relative who abandoned her.

Looking at Atalanta's lost soul, Lorne couldn't help but shake his head and sigh.

The daughter is a good daughter, but the father may not be a good father.

Before, the King of Arcadia, Iasus, whom they met together, was the unscrupulous father who abandoned his daughter Atalanta in anger because he couldn't give birth to a son.

Moreover, in order to not see this daughter who made him feel ashamed again, he also specially ordered his servants to abandon the newborn Atalanta in the Arcadia Mountains far away from the main city. It was clear that he intended to let his shame die completely in the deserted mountains and old forests.

What is even more chilling is that after Atalanta grew up and shined in the Calydonian hunting, the King of Arcadia took the initiative to come to the door to recognize her and took Atalanta back to the palace with false feelings.

What awaited Atalanta next was not the guilty love of his father, but forced marriages one after another.

Since it was not easy for his daughter to inherit the throne, he would marry a man and give him a grandson.

——This was the real intention of the King of Arcadia.

From beginning to end, he did not have the slightest remorse for the crime of abandoning his daughter.

After his father's repeated soft and hard grinding, Atalanta finally softened his heart and agreed to set up a ring to recruit a husband.

But as a believer of Artemis and having sworn to remain chaste forever, her choice was tantamount to betrayal for the goddess of hunting in the original myth.

Therefore, she lost the protection of the goddess of hunting Artemis, and was then influenced by the power of the goddess of love Aphrodite to marry an unknown suitor, Hippomenes.

In the end, Hippomenes, who had won the beauty, was cursed because he forgot to offer sacrifices to Aphrodite. Atalanta was also implicated in this, accidentally committing the crime of blasphemy and was turned into a lion to serve the gods.

After reviewing Atalanta's life experience in his mind, Lorne spoke earnestly.

"Think about it carefully. When you figure it out yourself, it won't be too late for me to tell you the answer."

Atalanta, who came back to her senses from the confusion, heard the concern in the words, nodded gently, and then walked back to her bedroom with a head full of confusion and thinking.

Indeed, she needs to think carefully about how to face the father who abandoned her.

Looking at the somewhat lost back of his student Atalanta, and thinking of the tragic life of his junior sister Medea, Lorne had a headache.

Alas, these two people are both worrying me.

After muttering to himself, Lorne raised his hand to take the scattered crystal ball fragments in the pond into his palm, ready to take it back to his bedroom and study the meaning of the divination just now.

In any case, Hecate, as the goddess of the road, is still a little bit good at prediction.

If the meaning of the omen can be interpreted, it may provide some help for the next journey to quell the beast disaster.

Soon, Lorne wiped out the traces in the yard and walked into the bedroom with a bag of crystal ball fragments.

However, before he could start researching, there was a gentle knock on the door.

As the door opened, the graceful Helen was standing quietly in the darkness of the corridor, carefully handing over a delicate food box hidden behind her back.

"My brothers and I haven't had time to formally say thank you for what happened before, so I specially made some snacks tonight and wanted to treat you to a try."

Having said that, based on the sneaky movements of the blonde beauty just now, the specially changed white dress on her body, and the scent of roses left on her skin after bathing... and other traces, Lorne estimated that this box Most of the snacks have nothing to do with the careless twins, but are just Helen's personal behavior.

Although he knew this was a trouble, looking at the blond beauty's hopeful face, Lorne nodded helplessly.

"I just haven't slept yet, come in."

Helen heard this, with a bright smile on her face, she quickly got into the house, opened the food box, put several plates of freshly made snacks on the table, and invited her savior to taste them.

As for herself, she sat across from Lorne after he took his seat, holding up his chin and staring at his savior up and down.

The undisguised curiosity and a burst of passion in those bright eyes made Lorne feel a little on pins and needles.

The emotional expressions of beings in the age of gods are often unrestrained and passionate.

Judging from Lorne's many years of experience as a "Friend of Women", it is very likely that Princess Helen is attracted to him.

Of course, this is just a result of desire and extends from appearance. It belongs to the instinct of pursuing beauty in life, and it is far from being said to be loved or not.

Just like the black humor of the past, the handsome hero saves the beauty, and there is a plot of "the little girl has nothing to repay, but can only promise her body".

If it's too ugly, I'm sorry. "In the next life, we will be cows and horses, and we will make grass and rings to repay each other." This is the copy of You.

With excellent parental genes and the power of love from [Rose], Lorne's appearance and attractiveness are already top-notch among male gods.

Moreover, he stepped forward twice along the way, not only saving Helen herself, but also pulling the twin brothers back from the brink of death. Under the influence of the suspension bridge, it was no surprise that the handsome Princess Helen was attracted to him. .

However, Lorne was a little uncomfortable with the most beautiful woman in Greece who came to her door.

On the one hand, this is not a peaceful woman. After a few years of marriage, she became obsessed with the visiting Trojan prince Paris. She chose to blindly listen to the sweet talk of the pretty boy and ran away with him, chasing the so-called "Love," which ultimately led to the Trojan War;

On the other hand, although Lorne is a bit scumbag, he has not yet fallen in love with everyone he meets.

Moreover, there are so many goddesses around who are beautiful, meet XP, and have unique characteristics, so why bother with this love-minded little girl?

Many beautiful things can be admired from a distance, and you don’t necessarily need to pick them all and insert them into your own vase.

Lorne responded with a few words without saltiness, and after roughly tasting the snacks Helen brought, he was ready to get up and see off the guests.

Seeing this situation, Helen was a little anxious. She quickly raised her blushing face and stammered.

"I, I think you are a very good person, so..."

"Well, thanks for the love."

Lorne immediately interrupted Helen's combo and reminded him with a smile.

"If nothing happens, go back to bed early. I want to rest too."

Hearing the expulsion order from the other side, Helen couldn't help but froze on the spot, her childish face full of shock and confusion.

As a little princess of Sparta, she has been favored since she was a child. With her amazing beauty, everyone around her obeys her.

Especially the opposite sex, who almost never refuses any of her requests.

But why is the man in front of her not only indifferent to her advances, but also seems to be interested in keeping a distance from her?

Puzzled, Helen asked naturally.

"You seem to be avoiding me?"

"Well, sort of."

Lorne nodded and answered straightforwardly.

The girl was even more confused.

"You don't like me? Why? Is it because I'm not pretty enough?"

"This has nothing to do with whether you are beautiful or not. Liking is a matter between two people."

Lorne shook his head and advised patiently.

"If you can't figure it out, wait until you grow up before thinking about it. It's too early for you now."

"I'm not a child!"

Helen protested angrily, feeling quite unhappy after being frustrated one after another.

Looking at the little girl in front of him who was trying to stand on tiptoes to honor him, but who didn't look like a high school student, Lorne was a bit dumbfounded and then said seriously.

"Okay, tell me what is liking? What is love? If you need to marry someone you don't love, what choice will you make?"

"..."

Hearing this barrage of questions, Helen was stunned for a moment, her face full of confusion.

Isn’t it just that I like it? How can there be so many reasons?

Unable to answer the question, the Spartan princess was pushed out of the house in a daze.

"It's not too late to come to me after you figure these things out."

After the man at the door said this, he closed the door directly.

A gust of cold wind blew up in the corridor. Princess Helen, who was wearing a thin long skirt, couldn't help the coldness of the night. She couldn't help but fold her arms and her delicate body was shivering.

But compared with the chill that invaded his body, the cold reception that hit his soul just now was more powerful.

Now, she was doubting her own charm.

Just as the frustrated Spartan princess was about to turn around and leave, the door creaked open and a warm blanket covered her.

"It's cold outside, don't catch a cold, put this on."

After a simple explanation, the door closed again.

Helen shrank into the warm blanket, stood in front of the door and stared for a moment, and a happy smile bloomed on her originally decadent face.

He still cares about me!

It's just that I'm too young to answer the questions he asked for the time being.

What if I find the answer?

When Helen thought of this, her eyes lit up, and she immediately wrapped herself in the blanket and walked excitedly to her bedroom.

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Finally left...

Lorne stood in front of the window, looking at Helen's back as she left, and heaved a sigh of relief.

He said everything he should say, and I hope this little girl can listen to it and no longer follow his old path of beauty.

In the original history, the twin brothers who loved Helen should have inherited the throne of Sparta and let their sister live a carefree life.

However, due to the trick of fate, one of the twin brothers died young, and the other was buried alive and ascended into the sky. Together they turned into stars, embellishing Zeus's divine power in the sky, causing the throne of Sparta to be suspended for a long time.

The Spartan king had no successor, so kings and princes from various city-states came in an endless stream.

They either coveted the beauty of Princess Helen or coveted the throne of Sparta, and put pressure on the elderly Spartan king together.

The Spartan king was afraid of being surrounded by a group of demigods at his doorstep. He felt that no hero of any country should be offended, so he followed the advice of the suitor Odysseus.

That is, "who can marry Helen is decided by throwing a ring, and all the suitors are asked to swear that they will never take up arms to attack Helen's husband, and will do their best to help him when he needs help."

As a result, Menelaos, the younger brother of King Agamemnon, grabbed the ring and successfully married Helen.

Because of the favorable conditions of the marriage contract, the Mycenaean Kingdom where the two brothers lived became the leader of all Greek states.

Whoever has Helen has the strongest Spartan warrior and can use the marriage oath to command all the heroes of Greece.

This is the real reason why Helen is called "the first beauty in Greece."

-A title based not on beauty but on power.

As a victim of politics, Helen's marriage is naturally not happy, so there is the story of eloping with Trojan Prince Paris.

Agamemnon, the King of Mycenae, who was preparing to expand his territory, took this opportunity to call on the entire Greek city-state and military force as the leader to attack Troy.

Achilles, Odysseus, Ajax the Great and the Small, and other demigod heroes, forced by their previous oaths, had to obey Agamemnon's orders and join the expedition, thus staging a protracted Trojan War.

At the beginning of the war, Hector, the eldest prince of Troy, knew the inside story and understood that the war was inevitable. He gave Helen a chance to choose again and allowed her to return to the Greek coalition.

Helen finally chose love and stood on the side of Troy and her lover Paris.

But as time went by and the war situation worsened, Paris's useless little white face nature was completely exposed.

Not only did he not dare to fight Helen's ex-husband alone, but he also used a duel between the two to resolve personal grudges and reduce the sacrifice of innocent people;

According to the epic "Iliad", after being shot by a poisoned arrow, this little white-faced prince said classic scumbag quotes to his ex-wife Oenone in order to survive.

"My dear wife, I am in pain, please do not resent me. The cruel goddess of fate brought Helen to me and made me leave you. I beg you, pointing to the gods and our past love, please sympathize with me, heal my wounds with medicine, and relieve my unbearable pain, because you once predicted that only you can save my life."

Yes, like Helen, the pretty boy Paris has a legitimate wife, a nymph who has been with him since he was down and out.

For beauty, he abandoned his original wife.

And in order to get help from his original wife when he was dying, he threw all the dirty water of cheating and chaos on Helen.

After paying a heavy price and bearing the infamy of being a beauty, the most beautiful woman in Greece finally failed to get the "love" she wanted.

So, Lorne raised those questions in the hope that Helen would return to rationality and really think about what kind of love and marriage she really wanted, so that she would not get carried away and continue on her old path.

But speaking of it, the Golden Apple incident—the twins turned into stars—the Spartan oath—the Trojan War...

These interlocking events seem full of calculations.

It seems that there is an invisible big hand controlling the fate of heroes and beauties in the world.

Thinking of Helen's blood, Loen looked up at Olympus among the stars and understood.

Tsk, Zeus, it's you again, old man!