Greece brings evildoers

In a remote hut on Ares Mountain.

Three petite figures gathered under the light, happily counting the sales.

Looking at today's rich harvest, Circe, the organizer, was overjoyed and began to divide the spoils on the spot.

"Stheno, you arranged the shifts properly, 300 gold coins."

"Eurielie, you have made great contributions in spying, 20 gems."

The two Gorgons received the broken gems and gold coins that were pulled in front of them, and waited excitedly for a long time, but Circe did not speak.

Impatient Eurielie could not help asking: "Divide it, why not divide it?"

"It's already divided." Circe blinked, looking serious.

Stheno narrowed his eyes and pointed at the pile of stolen goods in front of Circe: "What about these?"

"Of course the rest belongs to me!" Circe answered as a matter of course, while her eyes were shining as she pulled a pile of high-value stolen goods such as magic books, mithril, and orichalcum towards the magic array connected to her own treasury.

"You wish!" The two gorgons snorted coldly, pressed down Circe's claws without any hesitation, and opened the magic array at the same time.

The stolen goods that were almost as high as the roof were cut by nearly half in an instant.

"Mine! All mine!" Circe was so angry that she beat her chest and stamped her feet.

But seeing that the two plastic girlfriends had no intention of stopping, she had to grit her teeth and increase the suction of the magic array, and joined the ranks of fighting for the spoils.

Finally, after a chaotic scramble, the three looked at their respective gains, which were almost the same, and couldn't help but curse each other in their hearts for being unethical.

Among them, Circe was the most indignant, and she accused her two accomplices with a dark face:

"I am the one who raised him to this age! Why do you and I get the same share?"

Eurielie, who was responsible for intelligence gathering, was the first to refute: "Is that for me alone? Ladon, Harpy, Hydra and others have all worked hard."

"That's right, we have a lot of brothers and sisters to support, so what's wrong with taking some hard work money from you?" Stheno, who was responsible for overall planning, echoed and smiled at Circe, "And no matter what, the remaining money is much more than what you earn from selling small cakes all over the mountains."

Circe nodded when she heard this.

"That's true..."

As the dissatisfaction in her heart gradually dissipated, the Eagle Witch looked at the golden and shiny pile of stolen money in front of her under the light, her eyes sparkling, and she couldn't help but sigh:

"The child was not raised in vain, he is much more valuable than a small cake."

"Are you satisfied with a little benefit? This is just the beginning?" Yurielle looked at Circe with disdain, and hummed a reminder, "I remember that there are still many queens and divine bloods who have hooked up with him who haven't bought tickets."

Stheno nodded in agreement and began to outline a beautiful blueprint: "Don't worry, take your time, as long as we cooperate sincerely, sooner or later we can develop his full value."

Circe was encouraged by the words, and her clenched right fist immediately hit the palm of her left hand heavily, her little face flushed with excitement: "That's right, make it bigger and stronger, and create more glory!"

"Bang!" The closed door was kicked open, and the shadow projected into the room was drawing a long outline.

The three people who were hiding in the hut and dividing the loot saw the sinister smile under the moonlight and shuddered.

"I still have a pot of oatmeal porridge in the kitchen..."

"I haven't fed Hydra yet today..."

"The Harpies are going to treat me to a meal..."

The three culprits found excuses one after another, and then hit the wall at the same time, trying to escape.

Lorne grinned and took a half step forward casually.

The wooden hut was suddenly covered with golden light patterns, turning into an impregnable steel cage, and the surrounding space was also closed.

"Bang!"

The three criminals were caught off guard, and each of them hit a big bump on the wall, covered their buzzing heads with tears in their eyes, and squatted on the ground wailing.

Lorne walked forward leisurely, looked at Circe and the other two, and said with a fake smile:

"You dare to sell me out, you are so powerful."

Feeling the sudden drop in the atmosphere around them, the two Gorgons looked at each other, raised their hands at the same time, and announced loudly:

"It was all her!"

Circe, who was jointly pointed out by the two, was immediately furious and accused with gritted teeth.

"What do you mean it was all my fault? Obviously you are also involved!"

"We just helped..."

"We were coerced..."

The two shameless Gorgons pretended to be ignorant and joined forces to throw the blame to Circe.

"Then why did you share so much!" Circe was furious, wishing she could hammer the two fake girlfriends to death on the spot.

The benefits are taken together, don't think of letting me take the blame alone!

Stheno and Euryale were naturally not easy to deal with. They were rubbing their hands with ill intentions and glancing at the back of Circe's head with a sly look.

If they knocked her out, would they be able to prove the crime?

However, before the three people with their own ulterior motives could start to fight each other, three heavy and heavy blows came down.

The three people's heads that were raised like fighting cocks suddenly drooped, and the big bags with white steam swelled up high.

"Be honest!"

Lorne snorted coldly and stretched out his hand to the three people.

"The things you earned from selling me, take them all out!"

Under this tyranny, the three people in the gang could only take out the stolen money in a sullen manner, put it in front of each other, and pray for leniency.

However, Loen glanced at the stolen goods on the ground, which were not much taller than the height of the three people, and couldn't help but frowned.

"No, why is it so little? Did you hide it?"

"No, it's really gone."

Circe answered with a sad face, and then simply opened the empty treasury to prove herself.

"This is all the three of us shared. If you don't believe me, just look."

"Wait, you three?"

Loen heard the implication from the words, and couldn't help but narrow his eyes.

"Who else was involved? Tell the truth!"

"Yes..."

Circe hesitated and was about to answer, but after glancing out of the window and catching a trace of snow-white feathers, her neck shrank, her eyes closed, and she spoke sadly.

"It's me! It's all my fault!"

"We, we are also wrong..."

The two gorgons on the side drooped their heads dryly, and actually took part of the blame on their own initiative.

Loen looked at Circe and the other two, whose attitudes suddenly changed, and his eyes flickered faintly.

To make this black industry chain so large, the IQ of the three of them is probably not enough, right?

Moreover, with such a big movement and so much income, how could it be hidden from everyone?

Unless there is a protective umbrella of the evil forces on the Ares Mountain to cover them up.

Luo En turned his eyes slightly, looked at the dark night outside the window, and immediately covered the whole room with the power of the maze, and then groped around Circe.

Soon, relying on his years of understanding of Teacher Silly Bird, he pulled out a wrinkled booklet from under her buttocks.

Luo En opened it and his face turned as black as the bottom of a pot.

It was naturally the various projects he received during his time as a hostess, as well as the corresponding illegal income.

The final net profit was divided into four parts.

Thirty percent was sent to the sanctuary on the mountain for the repair of the Great Temple and the maintenance of Athens' public facilities;

Thirty percent was sent to his own mansion for the post-war reconstruction of several coastal city-states and the migration of sea people;

Thirty percent was divided among Circe, Stheno, and Euryale to reward their hard work;

The last ten percent was confiscated and used to purchase food, music scores, fine wine, and various books...

Such a blatant way of dividing the spoils and the use of funds, Loen knew how huge the umbrella of this black industry chain was and who was involved in it.

Or in other words, none of the people in charge of Ares Mountain were clean!

So, I am the public asset of Ares Mountain?

Loen said with a dark face, and collected all the stolen money in the house into his magic array.

The three looked at the treasure that disappeared quickly in front of them, their hearts were broken, and their eyes were filled with tears.

I knelt down and begged for food for three months, but now it was all in vain.

However, the three female ghosts soon found that their tragic fate did not end there.

Loen flipped through the book and said slowly:

"Just now I said that it was all you who did it, right? The stolen money totaled 20,000 gold coins, 300 boxes of gems, 450 magic books, mithril, mountain copper and other precious materials... So far, only one-third has been recovered, so when will you pay the rest?"

The three were dumbfounded when they heard it.

Pay?

They were just short of money, kneeling to get some money, and in order to get that 30%, they had to look at the faces of those people on and off the God of War Mountain.

How come the big head was given to them, but in the end it was them who had to fill the hole?

But after the idea of ​​giving out the mastermind emerged in their minds, the three shook their heads and dispelled this tempting idea at the same time.

If they dragged all the above people into the water, their snake skins and bird feathers would be in danger.

At this point, they can only swallow the bitter pill and bear the blame.

Seeing the three female ghosts keeping their mouths shut and looking like they were determined to fight to the end, Loen nodded with satisfaction.

Of the 70% that went out, 30% was used by Athena to build Athens and repair the Great Temple, 30% was used by Thetis to curry favor with people and seduce the marine gods and sea people to move inland; the last 10% was shared by Hestia, the three Graces, and the nine Muses to improve their lives...

So, even if he had evidence in hand, he couldn't recover the stolen goods from the above accomplices.

Besides, the law does not punish the masses.

There is no need to make a big deal about it. The little money spent can be regarded as the hard work of the above people in the Battle of Thessaly.

And his mental loss, isn't it also caused by the three innocent people who came to his door?

Loen narrowed his eyes and looked at the three female ghosts in front of him, and asked with a bright smile.

"So, when will the rest of the stolen money be handed in?"

"No, no money..."

The three poor little ghosts who were wiped out of the money cried and answered weakly.

"That's easy." Luo En smiled and said, his expression was still bright, "Just pay me back what you owe me."

The three of them felt relieved when they heard this, but then a big question mark popped up in their minds.

What should I pay back?

And soon, they saw a victim slowly took out a small black whip and walked towards them with a grin.

"Of course it's a flesh debt - pay it back with flesh!"

The three female ghosts' faces changed drastically, and they all used their whole body power to flee separately.

But at this moment, the doors and windows around them had been sealed by the spell, and the black whip like a snake wrapped around the ankles of the three people and dragged them into the darkness.

The sound of cloth tearing, the girl's sad wailing, and the humming of pain in pleasure gradually filled the whole hut.

A few days later, the bright sunlight shone into the messy house through the window lattice.

The two goddesses with thin bodies and petite figures huddled in the corner and hugged each other tightly.

Even in deep sleep, they were still like cocooned silkworms, with their bodies curled up, their brows tightly knitted, and tears still hanging from the corners of their eyes.

The ten fingers against each other seemed to seek comfort and support from each other, and the blue and purple snake skin told the inhumane treatment suffered by the two sisters.

The outside of the bed was also in a mess, the bird's colorful wings were trembling, the elf-like pointed ears were as red as blood, and the rosy red skin showed the afterglow of the conquest.

You owe me three months, and you can't pay such a small change?

Lorne smiled contemptuously, first untied the purple-red snake tail wrapped around his waist, then lifted the colorful bird wings covering his body, got out of bed comfortably, poured himself a cup of honey water, and drank it to replenish some lost body fluids.

As the crisp sound of water echoed in the house, Lorne glanced at the female ghosts on the bed with their tails tangled and their wings trembling, and a grim smile appeared on his face.

Awake? If you wake up, then continue!

You want me to be a prostitute, right? You want to blast my gold coins, right? This time I must teach you a lesson!

Just as Lorne was regrouping and preparing to embark on the road of educating female ghosts again, there was a dull knock on the door.

Seeing the familiar outline reflected on the window frame, Lorne frowned.

"Medusa? Why are you here?"

"Someone wants to see you..."

Lorne's face darkened when he heard this.

"I've already said that I don't accept guests."

"Uh, it's the twin gods of the underworld..."

Medusa outside the door answered cautiously.

Lorne realized that he had misunderstood, coughed dryly, and asked casually.

"It's the two brothers, the God of Death and the God of Sleep. What are they doing at Ares Mountain?"

"They said they came to visit you and meet [that person]..."

Medusa repeated obediently, emphasizing some words.

Lorne squinted at the black ring seal on the back of his hand, and understood.

After the Battle of the Giants, the fact that his master was a guest at Ares Mountain could not be concealed.

No, the order of the underworld had just returned to normal, and the two brothers, the God of Death and the God of Sleep, came to the door.

But now that things have come to this point, Lorne is not going to keep it a secret.

After all, the gods of the underworld had clearly stood on the side of Ares Mountain in the Battle of the Giants, and made great efforts to defend Athens.

Since they are allies in the same boat, it is not advisable to be on guard and deceive blindly. Some things should be discussed openly.

Soon, Loen made up his mind and gave a solemn instruction to Medusa outside the door.

"Let little Medea take them to the reception room and wait. I will be there soon."

Then, Loen thought for a while and turned to look at Hecate's disciple on the bed.

"Get up, stop pretending to sleep, and go to meet your two fellow disciples with little Medea."

Circe, who was exposed on the spot, opened her eyes angrily, covered her swollen buttocks, and complained carefully.

"My butt hurts, can I not go?"

"Ten days of reduction in sentence, plus three basic materials for alchemical experiments."

"Done!"

Hearing the generous conditions, Circe immediately jumped up with energy, and after quickly casting a healing spell on herself, she put on her clothes and rushed out the door.

This silly bird is really easy to satisfy.

Luo En looked at Circe's back as she left, holding her buttocks, smiled, stood up and walked out of the room, heading deep into the Ares Mountain.

Before the formal meeting, he still needed to "invite" his beloved master out of the mountain.