Greece brings evildoers

"Bang~!"

Two dull violent shocks hit the twin brothers on the head, and Lorne's face turned black.

"What are you thinking? She was drunk and fell asleep."

The two of them smelled the aroma of wine permeating the garden, and saw the obvious blush on Her Majesty the Queen's face. The shock in their hearts disappeared, and a certain feeling of boredom and disappointment came to their hearts.

That's it? Not interesting...

Looking at the two people shaking their heads with regret, Lorne's face suddenly turned darker.

Is he that horny? Even if she is a mother?

Not to mention that this is Atalanta's biological mother, he needs to consider the mood of his students; from the perspective of charm alone, this Queen of Arcadia is not that outstanding among the women he knows, far from it. Not to the point where his bestiality is unleashed.

After all, compared with those gods and heroes with excellent genes, this queen is unknown in the epic and is at best a pretty beauty.

If she hadn't lived deep in the harem, had nothing to do with Arcadia's great sacrifice, and was more sensible, after the King of Arcadia's thunderstorm, she would have been willing to admit Atalanta's identity and work hard after the Moon Temple made peace. To repair the relationship with her daughter, it's unclear whether she can keep her title as queen.

Fortunately, the queen was able to handle things clearly and had been acting as her mascot honestly. This actually made Atalanta and Lorne have more affection and respect for her.

Therefore, the two parties got along fairly well a few times, but that was all.

"What are you doing standing still? Call the maids outside and ask them to send the queen inside to rest."

Looking at the two motionless people in front of the door, Lorne reminded him angrily.

The two brothers woke up from a dream and quickly took orders.

As several maids and two priestesses from the Temple of the Moon arrived after hearing the news, they hurriedly helped the queen into the room. Lorne turned to look at the twin brothers, frowning and asking.

"You just said that someone wants to see me? Where is the person? Take me to see him."

When they heard what was going on, the twin brothers looked stern and hurriedly led the way.

The three of them walked out of the palace. The twin brothers came to a remote old house somewhere in the city and turned back to give Lorne a serious reminder.

"That person is inside. It feels very dangerous. You have to be careful."

Lorne waved his hand to signal the twin brothers to leave first, while he looked thoughtfully at the several obscure star patterns and twin snake symbols on the wall.

A Hermetic stronghold?

"A guest is here? Welcome!"

At this time, accompanied by a brisk voice, a handsome young man with blond hair and blue eyes wearing a brown sail hat came out, with a friendly smile on his face.

"Come on, the food and drinks are ready. Let's see if they suit your taste."

Listening to the familiar tone and feeling the enthusiasm of the other party who took the initiative to pull him into the house, Lorne nodded firmly in his heart.

Well, Hermes didn't run away.

After confirming the other party's identity, Lorne followed him into the small courtyard and sat down at the table filled with dishes and drinks. However, he did not move the tableware, straightened his cheeks, and asked straight to the point.

"Tell me what you want from me, Hermes."

The messenger god was not surprised when his identity was revealed. Instead, he handed over the dishes with a smile, as if he was an old friend he hadn't seen for many years.

"It's been so long, why don't we chat while we eat?"

"Let's talk about business first. Thanks to your blood descendant and those disciples, I've been very busy recently."

Lorne did not accept the move and snorted expressionlessly.

"What an injustice!" Hermes wailed, his face full of grievance, "This is all done by Typhon and has nothing to do with me!"

"Does Hippomenes know?"

"Not familiar!"

"He is the mastermind and your blood descendant."

"If we count the relationship between generations, wouldn't Father God also have a relationship with him?"

"Then how do you explain the Hermetics launching a great sacrifice? These are your most devout believers. Typhon came because of them. Can I regard this as your instruction, and the purpose is to use Typhon's Resurrection will help you and the Hermetics clean up the hostile forces in Arcadia?"

"Slander! This is naked slander! The Styx River is the proof, I promise I have never done it!"

Hermes immediately jumped up in anger. He first raised his right arm and swore, then he held Lorne's hand with a sincere expression.

"It must be Typhon who is driving a wedge between us, you can't believe it!"

"What's the use of whether I believe it or not? It's the Acadians who are hurt. What matters is what they think."

Lorne spoke calmly, and then mentioned it casually.

"I heard that because of the aftermath of the beast disaster, they have a lot of opinions on the Hermetics recently..."

In fact, although the big trouble of Hippomenes and Typhon was solved, their remaining problems were far from over.

After losing the decisive battle, the Typhon demon army in the Arcadia mountains was broken into pieces and scattered to various city-states, causing harm and evil and causing endless poison.

After causing such a big mess, even if the Hermetics were not the culprits, they could never hope to clean themselves up.

Being as smart as Hermes, of course he understood the meaning of Lorne's words above, so he had no choice but to open the magic array diagram, take out a pair of feather boots decorated with silver wings, put them on the table with a pained expression, and smiled helplessly. road.

"I heard that Her Majesty the Queen of Arcadia has just succeeded to the throne. She has always been protective of my followers and is willing to let things go. Small gifts are not disrespectful. Please thank Her Majesty the Queen on my behalf."

Hermes' words seemed soft, but they actually meant something else.

As the messenger god, he had to find out the whole story and the current reputation of the Hermes sect in advance so that he could know himself and the enemy in the next negotiation.

Although what Loen said was correct, he only said half of it as usual.

The Hermes sect was indeed involved in the revival of Typhon, but the royal family of Arcadia and the Eleusinian Mysticism were not clean either, and even the Moon Temple was guilty of negligence.

Therefore, in order to avoid arousing public outrage, all parties tacitly put all the blame on Typhon and Hippomenes.

Naturally, the bad things that the Hermes sect did behind the scenes were also concealed together, and few people in Arcadia knew the inside story.

Therefore, although the Hermes sect had experienced several civil strife, suffered heavy losses, and had a hard time, their situation was not as Loen said, that everyone was calling for their destruction.

Now, after three months of running-in, the Hermes sect has made a lot of efforts to fight the aftermath of the beast disaster. It would be a bit impolite to open up the old accounts and lift the lid.

Sure enough, a sly guy like Hermes wouldn't bleed so honestly.

Loen glanced at the opposite side, took out a broken red crystal and played with it in his hand, praising it.

"In terms of merit, the Hermes sect is indeed not small. Not only did they restore the forbidden technology of the Bronze Age, but they also extracted the [Philosopher's Stone] to transcend the limit of life. When the work is done, I will definitely let Atalanta commend your achievements. If you think Arcadia's popularity is not high enough, our Academy of Athens can also promote it for you for free. After all, it is an epoch-making research result!"

However, Hermes' face turned green when he heard this.

If the Philosopher's Stone was the first creation of the Hermes sect, it would probably kill him directly.

Blasphemy against the law of life, reversing life and death, and offending the Hades and the Earth Mother Goddess are not to mention; the gods and main gods of Olympus can spray him to death with spit.

On the one hand, these short-lived species on the ground cannot resist the temptation of eternal life, and will definitely set their sights on the Philosopher's Stone, so they will target the Hermetic group;

On the other hand, what is the raw material for refining the Philosopher's Stone? Human life! If some old kings and demigods get these technologies and information, and do not want to die of aging, they may really be crazy and massacre the city and sacrifice to Typhon.

The decrease in population on the ground will inevitably lead to the weakening of the seal that imprisons the old gods.

If similar things happen a few more times, it will not be the Hermetic group that will be doomed. The gods whose interests are damaged will first promote him, the main god standing behind, or give him a Tartarus seat treatment.

So, this is not a compliment, it is clearly a flattery!

Faced with such a vicious scheme, Hermes trembled and almost knelt down on the opposite side.

"Don't, brother! My dear brother! Aren't you pushing me into the fire pit?"

"How could that be? We are close friends, brothers and sisters..."

Lorne said, looking meaningfully at the pair of feather shoes on the table.

Hermes immediately understood, and hurriedly opened the magic circle map, took out a quiver, a short sword, and a cloth bag, put them on the table, rubbed his hands and spoke shyly.

"I was in a hurry to go out this time, so I didn't bring many things. Let Her Majesty take these first. If you need anything from me later, tell me and I will definitely make it up!"

Lorne's eyes swept over several things one by one, played with them for a while and nodded with satisfaction.

The quiver can automatically absorb magic power from the air to generate arrows at intervals;

The short sword seems to be made by Hephaestus, with good quality, very suitable as a secondary weapon;

The cloth bag contains a group of shrunken livestock, similar things that Loen has seen in the hands of Pan;

In addition to the feather boots that can give the user [speed power] to a certain extent, Hermes raised his hand and gave away four artifacts.

For a thrifty god of business and travel, this is no longer a simple bleeding, but a rhythm of directly chopping bones and cutting flesh.

Loen looked at Hermes, who was about to faint from the pain, but still had to force a smile to him and begged him to accept the gift, and nodded with satisfaction.

"I thought about it seriously and found that the Philosopher's Stone is too involved, and its existence should not be made public."

"That's right!"

Hermes was so excited that he almost cried after successfully blocking the mouth of the insider.

"But..."

However, a sudden turning word caused Hermes to have a cardiac arrest again.

Loen raised his hand and pressed it lightly, smiling and speaking.

"Don't be nervous. I heard that some news about the Philosopher's Stone and some technologies, even some semi-finished products, have been quietly spread along with this beast disaster. If not handled properly, it will inevitably cause some disturbances."

Hermes breathed a sigh of relief and nodded hurriedly to assure.

"Don't worry! I will definitely do a good job of the aftermath!"

As the God of Messengers, handling crisis public relations is what he is best at.

Moreover, before, in order to blindly seek the development of the Hermes sect, he buried a lot of hidden dangers, which resulted in his sect being almost eaten into a sieve by a spokesperson of an old god, which in turn triggered a series of bad consequences.

Now it's just the right opportunity to clean up the Hermes sect.

"Okay, we've finished talking about Arcadia, and it's my turn next. My appearance fee is very expensive."

Just as Hermes was thinking about how to deal with those disciples who caused him trouble, the hesitation on the opposite side almost made the God of Commerce and Travel cry.

"You want it too? It's gone, really gone~! If you don't believe me, just kill me!"

Looking at Hermes in tears, Lorne suddenly felt guilty and spoke helplessly.

"How about this, you owe me a favor, help me once when I need it. To the best of your ability?"

"Deal!"

As soon as Lorne finished speaking, Hermes quickly shook his hand and confirmed the compensation plan.

At this time, there was no trace of crying on the face of the God of Commerce and Travel.

Damn, I'm going to lose money...

Lorne cursed inwardly, and then snorted in frustration.

"You really know how to do business. You let me change my words by shedding a few tears. In order to help you clean up your ass, I almost sacrificed my own incarnation..."

Hermes smiled embarrassedly when he heard this, and did not deny his trick of showing weakness and selling misery.

In fact, of the four artifacts sold before, except for the feather shoes, which were slightly more valuable, the rest were all common things, far from the level of making him cry and scream.

What he was afraid of was that the man in front of him would continue to ask for too much and squeeze him dry.

The goal had been achieved. Considering that there was still a basis for cooperation in the future, Hermes was very good at giving him a way out.

"How about this, I can give you a message for free. If you have anything you want to know, you can ask me now."

"There is indeed..."

Lorne asked in a deep voice with a flash of his eyes.

"How did the name [Thoth] come from?"

In the eyes of the mystics and alchemists of the Hermetic School, the three divine qualities of Hermes, the god of speed, Hermes, the god of messengers, and Thoth, the god of wisdom, were mixed together to create the "Triple Great Hermes".

He has the above three aspects and knows the triple wisdom of the universe - alchemy, astrology and magic.

But logically speaking, the name of Thoth should not appear here, nor should it fall on Hermes, because this is an ancient Egyptian god.

At this time, Hermes' eyelids jumped when he heard the question, and a rare difficulty appeared on his face.

"Can you not tell me?"

"..."

"Forget it, it doesn't matter if I tell you."

Considering that his handle was still in someone's hand, Hermes sighed helplessly and pondered.

"In fact, this name of God should come from a foreign land, to be precise, from another era of gods."

Although Loen had already guessed it in his heart, in order to obtain more information, he still pretended to be ignorant and frowned to ask.

"Another era of gods? Is there another era of gods besides the era of gods we are in?"

Hermes nodded, pondered and considered the words, and explained slowly.

"True chaos is boundless, and it can give birth to more than one [world]. If [chaos] is compared to a womb, then our world is an ovum born from it. As the world continues to develop, our world will gradually cut off the supply of chaos, present a real and stable side, and develop into an independent individual. Even in the distant future, our world may meet with its "brothers and sisters", intersect, and build a brand new world."

"Why not now?"

"Because of the existence of the Sea of ​​Chaos."

Hermes shrugged, took out a sea chart and spread it on the table, and further explained his discovery to Loen.

"You should know that our world is surrounded by the Oceanus Sea, and beyond that is the boundless Sea of ​​Chaos, which will greatly suppress our power. Therefore, it is difficult for both the Lord God and the King of Gods to pass through this barrier, and naturally they think that we are the center of the world.

But in fact, there may be more than one world of the Age of Gods floating in the entire Sea of ​​Chaos, and we are just one of them."

"What's the reason?" Lorne was skeptical.

"Do you remember the question you just asked?" Hermes wrote the name of Thoth in strange words on the parchment, and said faintly, "This is what I heard from the Sea of ​​Chaos. Although no one has passed through that restricted area, the wind is free and unrestrained. It brought me some news that does not belong to this Age of Gods."

Then, Hermes looked at the seemingly ambiguous words on the parchment and felt a little annoyed.

"Unfortunately, all I could get was some fragmented information. It took me a long time to piece together the name of [Thoth] and learn that he was the god of wisdom in another age of gods."

"So, you just used it?"

Lorne looked at Hermes with a playful look.

"Just a try..." Hermes smiled awkwardly, his eyes flickering.

After all, the main god with wisdom is very powerful in Greece.

Lorne naturally understood the other party's little thoughts, but did not say it out loud.

Hermes used the name of Thoth, and naturally stole his faith and divine power. The Egyptian god of wisdom could not cross the sea of ​​chaos and come to Greece to ask for copyright fees anyway, so Lorne himself certainly did not need to be the villain.

Besides, he was very curious.

As the king of the Greek age of gods, could Zeus be immune to the power of foreign gods?

It just so happened that there was an excellent test subject in front of him.

Thinking of this, Lorne looked at Hermes with enthusiasm.

However, the more friendly someone was, the more alert Hermes became. He couldn't help but hug his chest and move back.

"If there's nothing else, I won't bother you for now."

"Okay, see you later. If you encounter any trouble in the process of recovering the Philosopher's Stone, you can ask the people from the Academy of Athens to send me a message."

Lorne smiled and waved his hand, not stopping him.

Seeing the friendly attitude of the other side, Hermes was relieved a little. Before leaving, he looked at the shepherd in the world and thought for a while, and spoke in a deep voice.

"I'll give you another message for free. There seems to be some problems in Thessaly. It is more lively than Arcadia now. If you are interested, you can go and see it yourself."

Looking at Hermes who turned into a gust of wind and ran away, Lorne frowned.

Thessaly?

Just as Lorne was thinking, the twin brothers came back and spoke seriously.

"We just received the oracle of Lord Apollo, and we may have to go to Thessaly!"