Greece brings evildoers

At the critical moment, Lorne felt a strong desire to survive and quickly defended himself.

"You're kidding! We were kidding!"

"I didn't...wuwu..."

Helen, who was obsessed with love, wanted to refute, but Katniss, Atalanta and Medea quickly rushed forward from both sides, two of them put their arms around their shoulders, and one covered her mouth, tacitly interrupting. This friend chanted and nodded together like chickens pecking at rice.

"Yes, we were joking!"

And a certain Cupid, who just now was clamoring to be a witness, quietly shrank into the shadows, trying to reduce his presence.

Love is precious, but life is even more valuable.

If she wants to risk her life for love, no matter how passionate Aphrodite is, she still has to think carefully.

What's more, this is someone else's love.

However, Thetis, the mistress outside the door, smiled when she saw the reaction of everyone in the courtyard as if they were facing a powerful enemy.

"But, I'm serious."

When everyone heard this, their minds were filled with questions.

We have seen a lot of people in Greece who cheat on other people, but not many who actively ask to cheat on themselves.

Seeing the smiling Thetis, no one dared to answer easily, fearing that it was a trap.

Seemingly understanding everyone's concerns, Thetis walked into the courtyard and took the initiative to hold their hands, with a sincere smile on her face and whispered softly.

"There is nothing wrong with liking someone. I love him as much as you do. How can I blame you for this? What's more, you are about to step into the battlefield, risking a narrow escape and fight for the possibility of survival for everyone. As the same person, Women, as a beneficiary, I cannot fight side by side with you, nor can I bear this risk. The only thing I can do now is to fulfill your wish before setting off and organize a grand wedding for you. Don’t leave any regrets in your heart.”

Such gentle empathy, such extreme tolerance, shocked the hearts of everyone present, and they all stood in awe of this Dionysian wife who had a low sense of existence.

"Really, is it really okay?"

Helen took advantage of the good sisters' unpreparedness, opened the palm that blocked her mouth, and asked Thetis anxiously and expectantly.

"certainly!"

Thetis kept her smile unchanged, raised her hand and caressed Helen's delicate cheek, praising her sincerely.

"You are so beautiful, you will definitely become the most beautiful bride tomorrow!"

When Helen heard this sincere compliment, her pretty face turned red and she lowered her head shyly.

Seeing that the Dionysian's wife was as tolerant and gentle as the legend, Katniss licked her lips and plucked up the courage to ask.

"Is there wine at the wedding?"

"You can drink as much as you want."

Thetis answered with a smile, showing the same generosity and patience.

At this time, Atalanta and Medea were also a little unable to hold themselves back.

"I want arrows. They'll be useful on the road."

"The more magic books I haven't read, the better!"

"Then come to the wedding tomorrow. I will write down the gifts you want on paper. The gods who come to the banquet will definitely be satisfied."

Thetis blinked her beautiful eyes and responded, like a big sister coaxing the little girl next door to do bad things together.

Atalanta, Medea, and Katniss looked at each other, suddenly moved, and raised their hands in unison.

"Okay, let's join!"

"Well, I have experience in getting married. I will come to make clothes and make up for you in the evening to ensure that you go out beautifully tomorrow morning."

Thetis volunteered to take on the duties of dressmaker and bridesmaid. The sincere smile on her face was contagious, and she seemed to really enjoy it.

Seeing the happy scene in front of her, Aphrodite, who had just been clamoring to be a witness, felt inexplicably guilty and coughed slightly to remind her.

"Well, it doesn't seem to be in line with the rules to marry four people in one wedding. Besides, I don't have much time, so I'm afraid I won't be able to complete such a complicated ceremony."

"Then simplify it a bit, apply some rituals for selecting priests of the main god, and elect them as Dionysian Madwomen!"

Thetis enthusiastically proposed and solved the problem almost perfectly.

In the world of the Age of Gods, female priests have always been regarded as an extension of the will of the main god, and have an inseparable and intimate relationship with the main god by default.

In the ancient Babylonian civilization, after female priests from various places such as Naditu, Ugbapotu, and Sekeretu entered the service, they were automatically regarded as dedicating themselves to God and were the "spouse" of God. They would live in the city throughout their lives. In the Nunnery, they are mainly engaged in religious obligations, and represent their families and city-states in dedicating themselves to God.

In Egyptian civilization, the chief priestess of the god Amun enjoyed the title of “god’s wife”.

Similarly, in the city of Thebes where Lorne was born, the chief priestess, in addition to being responsible for the music and dance during sacrifices, was also the wife of the gods in the secular sense.

In a sense, the Dionysian Madonna of the Dionysian Cult also has the same function and role.

Therefore, selecting Atalanta and others to be Dionysus is a simplified version of the "marrying the god" ceremony.

With the question answered, Thetis did not forget to extend an invitation to Aphrodite.

"At that time, the marriage ceremony will be left to you!"

The god of love couldn't refuse, and could only nod in agreement with a slight embarrassment.

Her original intention was to feel a little regretful and find an honest reason to mess up the wedding, but she didn't expect that the Dionysian's wife actually took the initiative to provide a solution and wholeheartedly promoted the implementation of the wedding.

Seeing that several people in the courtyard actually gathered together, talking and laughing, discussing various details of the wedding, Lorne, as a person involved, felt that the whole world had become unreal.

Just as he was hesitantly preparing to speak, Thetis turned her head and looked over as if she was feeling something, smiling and thinking softly.

"Tomorrow is the last day, don't leave any regrets. Moreover, everyone has been too tense recently and needs a lively celebration to cheer up."

Seeing the true look on Thetis' face, Lorne had no choice but to raise his hands helplessly and let his wife's arrangements go.

Forget it, as long as they are happy.

Anyway, it was just a formality, and it wasn't really for him to control four women.

What's more, there are two of the Dionysian madwomen known as the "Wives of the Gods" on Ares Mountain, and Athena has never seen anything to do with them.

After some self-persuasion, Lorne waved his hand, bid farewell to the goddesses and heroes in the courtyard who were preparing for tomorrow's ceremony, and rode back to the military camp in the increasingly dark night.

As soon as he entered the door, the god of medicine came to greet him and handed over fifty or sixty pills of the latest immortality medicine.

It must be said that this medical genius has a first-class research spirit and work efficiency that even Lorne admires.

After putting away all the immortality medicine, Lorne briefly exchanged greetings with the God of Medicine and came to the dense forest behind the camp.

As the index finger of his right hand passed through the air, the ground sank, forming a deep pit like a pond.

There was a flash of light, and Lorne took out the Holy Grail from the opened magic circle and slowly poured it over.

The golden-red divine liquid poured into the deep pit, frantically absorbing magic factors from all directions, and in a blink of an eye, it gathered into a pool of scarlet water like wine.

After doing all this, Lorne, who was slightly pale, breathed a sigh of relief. Then he set up a magic barrier by the pool, turned around and walked into the camp.

Hera, who was busy, stopped her pen, looked at her little lover who came in, and asked curiously.

"How? How many of them have you persuaded?"

"If only they would listen."

Lorne smiled helplessly while returning the unchanged list to Hera, and also made a small report about Thetis and the others.

He originally thought that the queen who protected marriage would share his hatred and reprimand Thetis for her nonsense.

Unexpectedly, after hearing his accusation, Hera suddenly spoke with interest.

"The wedding is tomorrow? I also want to be a witness!"

Looking at Hera who was eager to try, Lorne was even more dumbfounded.

I asked you to put out the fire, why would you follow suit?

Seemingly aware of the resentful gaze in front of her, Hera stopped her stylus and changed the topic with a smile.

"Tomorrow is the day of the decisive battle. The 50 members of the expeditionary force have been selected. Now this team still lacks a resounding name. Do you have any ideas?"

Lorne thought for a moment, and a memory emerged in his mind.

In the near future, there will be a magnificent epic.

It was a voyage about adventure and honor...

It was a journey about death and hope...

It was a myth created by a group of people called "Argonots" who gathered on the same boat and did not rely on gods...

Thinking of this, Lorne made a decision in his heart. He looked up at Hera behind the desk and spoke solemnly.

"How about we call it [Argo]? [Argo Expeditionary Force]!"

When Hera heard this, her eyes lit up and she nodded happily.

Argo, named after Argos, her holy land.

The great hero who led this team to achieve great things was Heracles, her chosen son of God and the new king of Argos.

Naming it after this undoubtedly proves that this expedition was initiated by her and this epic was written by her!

Once successful, her divine name will surely be praised by all Greeks together with the [Argo Expeditionary Force].

Thinking of this, Hera was greatly moved, and the eyes she looked at her little lover were filled with deep sweetness.

"It's late at night, please stay tonight."

Feeling Hera's sudden enthusiasm, Lorne's eyelids couldn't help but twitch, and he coughed dryly as a reminder.

"Well, I think I have a wedding tomorrow..."

However, Hera stood up and pulled off the golden belt around her waist, and the smile on her face became even brighter.

"Wouldn't this be better?"

"..."

Seeing that familiar smile, Lorne's expression changed, and he turned around and ran away without saying a word.

However, as soon as he stepped out of the tent with one foot, his other foot was grabbed tightly by the figure rushing up from behind.

"Want to run? Come back here!"

In an instant, the unbalanced Bacchus fell to the ground and was dragged into the tent by one leg, where he was brutally ravaged.

In the howling cold wind, the jostling figures in the tent and the ten brutal scratches in front of the door that spread from the ground to the house all told the tragic experience of the victims.