Greece brings evildoers

In the hall.

Just as Lorne was secretly caring about Jason's physiological functions, Atalanta came forward and asked curiously.

"Teacher, what were you talking about just now?"

"Oh, he said he was jealous, jealous that I had so many good girls around me."

Lorne answered calmly, smiling at the charming figures around him.

The future No. 1 beauty in Greece Helen, the current No. 1 beauty in Thessaly, Caenis, the legendary beautiful witch Medea and the female hunter Atalanta, as well as the famous Amazon Queen Hippolyta and her Amazon women's group...

Such high-quality beauties, ordinary God Blood heroes often have the capital to show off and brag.

But here, the beauties above eight points are almost enough to make two mahjong tables.

And the beauties present all looked relaxed and seemed very happy when the dignified Lord God took the opportunity to praise them. They subconsciously moved closer to Lorne in the center, further releasing their beauty, hoping to gain more recognition.

Alas, where does this unwarranted desire to compare come from?

Lorne, like the moon surrounded by stars, picked up the wine glass, pretending to sigh, while enjoying the beautiful scenery of the flowers around him.

On the field, a bunch of jealous or envious eyes fell on a lucky bastard surrounded by beauties.

But soon, the exclusive favor of Loen attracted hatred for himself.

"Hey, kid, where are you from? What achievements have you made? What qualifications do you have to sit here?"

A middle-aged man with a burp came with a frivolous step, slapped Loen's desk, and snorted.

"That's right, say it out, let everyone hear it."

Another person following behind, hugged his arms and made a noise.

The two suspected brothers looked at the fragile little white face in front of them with disdain and indignation in their eyes.

Everyone is here to support the God Blood Heroes of Thessaly. Why can this pretty boy sit in the front and enjoy the service of so many beauties?

However, the two who were venting their dissatisfaction under the influence of alcohol did not notice that as soon as they spoke, the whole audience fell silent, and a series of eyes of pity or teasing focused on them.

Whose family are these two unlucky adults? Don’t you know that those who sit in the front are often the best fighters?

The dozen or so God Blood Heroes who participated in the battle of the giants were even more gloating.

Unlike these newcomers, they have witnessed the brutal scene of this "pretty boy" pressing a group of giants to the ground and beating them into a pile of minced meat.

Now, there is a good show to watch.

And Loen looked at the two people who came to find trouble, and his eyes were full of intimacy.

Wild brain-dead villains, the top materials that are most suitable for pretending to be powerful and slapping faces in the legend! After being in Greece for so long, I finally met a living one!

Every time I fight monsters above my level, this time I must try the feeling of bullying the noobs in the Novice Village!

"Swoosh! Swoosh!"

However, before Lorne could come up with his own cool script, two sharp sounds of breaking through the air exploded from behind him.

Everyone's eyes blurred, and they saw two arrows sinking into a stone pillar in the hall, and the tails were buzzing.

The two middle-aged men who were looking for trouble at the table paused for a moment, and then they found that their cheeks were burning with pain. They subconsciously raised their hands, and a warm liquid flowed into their palms.

Blood!

The pain of the wound on their cheeks being torn further turned the drunkenness of the two into cold sweat.

"Now, are we qualified to sit here?"

Atalanta held the bowstring with a bad look.

The two middle-aged men seemed to smell the breath of death and quickly identified their goals.

"I'm talking about him, you..."

"He's my teacher and a distinguished guest of Arcadia. To insult him is to insult the entire Arcadia!"

Atalanta snorted coldly, revealing her identity as the Queen of Arcadia, and cast a sharp gaze at the two.

The two brothers in front of the table were like rabbits stared at by a female leopard. They felt cold air on their necks, their faces turned pale, and they subconsciously shrank their necks and fled.

However, as soon as they turned around, a whistling spear was nailed under their feet, almost piercing their soles.

"Did you leave?"

Kayneth sneered and stepped forward, pulling out the spear that was inserted into the floor for seven or eight inches, and the cold and hard spear head slapped the two people's still bleeding faces without any hesitation.

"Where are you from? What achievements have you made? What qualifications do you have to stand in front of us?"

The same questions were asked, and the hot-tempered Thessaly's first beauty saw that their legs were shaking unconsciously, and snorted contemptuously.

"Two blind stupid dogs, don't you know this is our Thessaly state guest? Pah!"

Looking at the spit on the ground and the spit flying around, Lorne silently put down the wine glass, complaining in his heart.

Kennis, you are too uncultured, aren't you?

What's more, you even snatched my words!

Lorne turned his head and cast a resentful look at his beloved disciple Atalanta who was firmly protecting him behind him, and a large group of female and male heroes who were ready to fight beside him, feeling extremely depressed.

This is the bad thing about revealing the identity too early. Wherever he goes, there are a lot of people standing up for him. He can't even take action if he wants to bully a weakling.

The cool copy of the article that I finally came across is gone just like that.

You'll have something to watch tonight!

Lorne glanced at his beloved disciple with ill intentions, and his eyes flickered faintly when he fell on the lion's tail.

At this time, Katniss, who was teaching the two provocateurs in front, saw that the other party had not answered for a long time, and then she lost her patience and raised the thick black spear in her hand high.

"You won't say it, right? Then there is no need to say it!"

Lorne stroked the wine glass with his fingertips and watched coldly.

Katniss is not a good-tempered person, and the Age of Gods is not an era of civilization and courtesy.

Killing for property, killing for beauty, killing for anger, killing for honor... This kind of life-and-death fight happens almost every day.

If you don't have the strength but still want to pretend to be X, you must be prepared to be X.

"Wait a minute!"

Just as the thick black spear in Katniss's hand whistled down, a vigorous figure rushed in from the door and grabbed Katniss's spear.

Seeing the spear above his head being stopped, the two middle-aged men who almost reported to the underworld seemed to have lost all support and sat on the ground, gasping for breath.

Feeling the resistance from the gun, Katniss couldn't help but raise her eyebrows and looked at the young man in front of her.

"Boy, where are you from?"

"Meleager, the prince of Calydon; these two are my uncles, and they came with me to help Thessaly resist the giants."

The young man quickly answered, and then lowered his posture to plead.

"The war is imminent, please forgive their offense for their efforts for Thessaly."

—— It turned out to be him...

At this time, Loen, who was sitting at the table, looked at the young man's familiar face and couldn't help but chuckle and shook his head.

When he went to the Academy of Athens to visit Atalanta and Medea, he happened to meet a group of passionate young people who planned to go back to their hometown to fight monsters and eliminate disasters.

This student named "Meleager" was one of them.

The reason why Loen remembered it so clearly was because he admired this young man who was just and full of ideals.

Later, when he was fighting fires in Arcadia and Thessaly, he heard some things about this prince.

His hometown of Calydon was also affected by the beast tide caused by Typhon. A group of demon pigs devoured crops, damaged buildings, and killed pedestrians.

So he led his summoned companions and the Calydonian army to hunt down the rebellious demon pigs.

In the end, under his leadership, the Calydonians successfully wiped out the evil demon beasts in the country.

The large-scale hunting in Calydon was also sung by the bards of various city-states and talked about with relish.

Since it was this kid, give him some face.

In fact, he and Atalanta were also responsible for the beast tide that flowed to Calydon.

However, before Ron could speak to Caenis.

The two middle-aged men on the ground who came to their senses flushed their cheeks and objected with their necks stiff.

"Meleager, she is humiliating us, humiliating your uncle! Why should we bow our heads? Punish them, teach them a lesson!"

The humiliation in public just now made them lose all their face, and the mocking eyes from all sides also made them extremely ashamed and angry. They must rely on their nephew to regain their lost dignity.

"Shut up!"

However, the Calydonian prince who rushed over hastily scolded them with a cold face, and had no intention of standing up for them.

Do these two idiots really think that this is still Calydon, and everyone will let them do whatever they want?

If they don't know how to restrain their domineering character when they go out, they will die sooner or later!

Unfortunately, the two middle-aged men heard the rebuke from their nephew, not only did they not calm down, but became even more angry.

"Meleager, are you just going to sit back and watch your blood relatives being treated like this? How can you be so partial to outsiders? What did your mother teach you before you set out?"

Hearing this, the Calydonian prince could no longer bear it, turned around and grabbed the collars of his two uncles, snorting gloomily.

"Enough! If it weren't for your mother's face, you wouldn't even be qualified to join the expedition team! We made an exception to let you join the team, but you dared to make trouble everywhere. The Calydonians are losing face for you, get out of here immediately!"

"You..." Hearing the nephew's insults, the two middle-aged men were so angry that their faces turned blue and white, and even their hands were shaking slightly.

"Do you want me to say it a second time? Get out of here!"

Prince Calydon pulled his two uncles up from the ground with a gloomy face, and then threw them out directly.

"Send them back to Calydon! If my mother asks, just say I did it!"

The two Godblood Guards who responded immediately lifted up the two middle-aged men, stuffed them into the carriage, and drove away from the Thessaly Palace decisively.

When the carriage completely disappeared from sight, Prince Calydon breathed a sigh of relief, then raised his glass and came to Lorne, apologizing for his crime.

"My uncles drank some wine and were unconscious. I apologize for any offense. I am willing to take responsibility for their actions!"

"What if the price is life?"

"Uh..."

Looking at the prince whose expression changed slightly, Lorne smiled, raised his hand and patted the young man on the shoulder, and gave sincere advice.

"Adults should be responsible for their own actions, instead of letting others cover for them. The more you indulge them, the more trouble they will cause. Be careful that you will be involved in the end."

In fact, what he said was not groundless, but the original fate of Calydon Prince Meleager.

In the original Calydonian hunting, Atalanta also participated in the expedition, and eventually became the number one hero who killed the Calydonian magic pig with superb archery and fighting skills.

Prince Meleager distributed the spoils afterwards and gave the most valuable magic pig skin to Atalanta.

But this move aroused the dissatisfaction of the uncles, who gathered several equally dissatisfied men and took the lead in snatching the magic pig skin.

In order to take the magic pig skin back and return it to Atalanta, the angry Meleager accidentally killed two uncles.

When Meleager's mother, a brother-supporting demon, heard that her two brothers died at the hands of her son, the mother's love for her son also died.

The mother remembered the prophecy of the three goddesses of vengeance when Meleager was only one week old: her son's life would be as long as the unburned torch by the stove. At that time, she immediately took the torch away, threw it into the water to extinguish it, and then hid the torch in a place in the palace that only she knew, hoping that her son would live a long life.

After hearing the bad news, she was heartbroken and took out the torch and threw it into the fire. As the torch burned, Meleager felt more and more powerless. After her son died, the mother regretted it very much and committed suicide.

It can be said that the tragedy of this family was caused by Meleager's two good uncles.

Just now, although Meleager scolded fiercely on the surface, and even beat up his uncles and sent them back to Calydon, he was actually just trying to save their lives.

After all, the force of Caenis just now was really enough to kill people, and Meleager, who took the gun with his own hands, could not have been unaware of it.

It's a pity that according to the virtues of these two people, Meleager's efforts would probably be in vain.

And this kind of care for family affection is bound to bring countless troubles to Meleager's family.

Without touching the root of the problem, even if Meleager escaped the fate of dying in the Calydon hunting, he would sooner or later be dragged to death by these two pitfall uncles because of other things.

The Calydonian prince in front of the table pondered for a moment and nodded seriously.

"I will remember your teachings in my heart. When I return to Calydon, I will definitely let my mother keep a close eye on them."

"Don't let your mother have too much contact with them. Letting them be rich is better than letting you cause trouble outside. After all, not everyone is as easy to talk to as me."

"Okay, sir."

Meleager nodded again, his posture more respectful.

Hearing the Calydonian prince's address to him, Lorne chuckled and shook his head.

This kid is not stupid. It seems that he has probably recognized his identity as the honorary tutor of the Athens Academy and the second unit of the Ares Mountain.

"Okay, go and get busy."

After receiving the formal forgiveness, Meleager was relieved, and then he held the wine glass and interacted with the heroes in the venue, gradually diluting the tension just now.

"Bang!"

Just as the atmosphere on the field was gradually easing, a wine glass suddenly fell to the ground, was smashed to pieces, and the scarlet wine splashed everywhere.

"Eurystheus, what do you mean!"

Telamon, who was accompanying the guests, stood up angrily and glared at the middle-aged man surrounded by dozens of heroes of divine blood in front of him.

The middle-aged man wiped the wine splashed on his gorgeous clothes expressionlessly and spoke calmly.

"I don't drink with slaves..."

At this moment, Hercules, who was holding the glass with one hand, had veins throbbing on his forehead and his arm trembling slightly.