Greece brings evildoers

The next day, early morning, in the palace of Knossos.

Hestia, who was treating King Minos, stood in front of the bed and carefully examined the patient in front of her.

Princess Ariadne, Little Medusa, and Lorne were silent on the side, patiently waiting for the results, and the atmosphere gradually became dull.

But after all, she was forced to put it on the shelf. After a while, the stove goddess shook her head depressedly,

"It's difficult..."

Princess Ariadne was still a little unwilling to give up after hearing this.

"Is there really no other way? Please think again!"

Hestia sighed and muttered helplessly, showing a helpless expression.

"The divine blood is almost burned out, and the soul is close to withering. It can only be managed by relying on the unconsumed vitality of the body, and I can't help it."

"But……"

Princess Ariadne was about to speak, but King Minos, who was even older than yesterday, coughed lightly, interrupting his daughter's questioning.

"Stop talking about it. All mortals are mortal. I know my body well. It's the goddess' mercy that I can survive until now. There's no need to waste time on it."

Princess Ariadne pursed her lips, her eyes were sad and somewhat unwilling: "Father..."

King Minos patted his daughter's shoulder to express comfort, then turned to look at Hestia aside, with a shy smile on his old face: "Although I am not afraid of death, I still have too many things to do. I can’t let it go, so can you give me a little more time?”

Hestia, who felt a little guilty for not being able to help, immediately nodded and assured: "No problem, I will find a way to help you recuperate your body. As long as you don't do anything to others, you can definitely live a safe life for a few years." moon!"

Hearing this seemingly regretful answer, King Minos heaved a sigh of relief.

He was already prepared that he wouldn't be able to withstand it for even seven days, but he didn't expect that he would still have a few months to live.

Now, the time left for him to prepare was simply overwhelming.

However, not being able to fight with others is a big problem.

I originally wanted to resolve this matter before letting it go, but now it seems that I can only leave the problem to future generations as that scoundrel said.

King Minos thought for a moment, looked up at the figure in front of the bed, and spoke seriously.

"I have an unkind request. I want you to be the new king of Crete!"

Hearing this sudden entrustment, Lorne's eyelids twitched unconsciously and he quickly declined with a dry cough.

"Uh, this is not good, I don't understand anything..."

"To be appreciated by the goddess and to be able to handle various problems with ease is not to say that you are ignorant."

"In case I live up to your expectations..."

"No, judging from the past few crisis handlings, you will do better than me, and you will be more suitable for this position than me!"

King Minos on the bed retorted seriously, looking at Lorne in front of him with increasing admiration.

Obviously, the old man's choice was not a whim, but the result of careful consideration.

Do you want to be so honest?

I just want to play auxiliary and mixed points, and I didn’t say I wanted to be the main C to withstand pressure.

Seeing that there was no fuel and salt on the other side, and determined to drag him aboard this pirate ship against the wind, Lorne simply changed his mind and came up with a more upright reason.

"I'm just a foreigner. I can't get involved in the Minoans' household affairs. Besides, the princes are still alive. It's better to let them..."

"If it's just because of identity, that would be no problem!"

Hearing this, King Minos, who was still a little sluggish, suddenly showed an expression that was exactly what he wanted. He immediately grabbed his daughter's hand, put it into Lorne's palm, and spoke seriously.

"As long as you marry Ariadne and become my son-in-law, you are naturally qualified to inherit the throne! No one will say anything, and after you give birth to children, the one who inherits the throne will still be of Minoan blood! "

"puff!"

After hearing the genius idea to solve this dilemma, Lorne spit out the sip of water he just took into his mouth and couldn't help but cough violently.

Brother, are you just giving away your niece like this? !

"no!"

Before he could speak, two voices, one large and one small, sounded in unison.

Um?

Suddenly, King Minos, Lorne, and Ariadne, who were still pulling back and forth, turned around in confusion, following the sound, and focused their eyes on the two people who made the protest.

Under six strange gazes, a petite figure smoothly shrank behind Hestia, pushing the wind-shielding stove goddess in front.

"Ahem, I mean..."

Hestia's forehead was sweating slightly. After her brain was overloaded, her eyes lit up and she suddenly thought of the perfect person to take the blame.

"Athena! Her Royal Highness is the chief priest of Athena and needs to remain chaste. She will definitely not agree!"

"Yeah, that's right! The goddess will be very angry!"

At this time, little Medusa also got her head out from behind Hestia and nodded repeatedly.

After hearing the divine messenger's sworn assurance, King Minos couldn't help but hesitate a little as he believed it to be true.

Seeing this, Hestia immediately struck while the iron was hot, patted her chest, and took care of everything.

"Don't worry, you won't die yet. I promise to keep you alive and kicking until the end! Let's solve the problem first. It's not time to think about such things yet!"

"Ah, yes, yes!"

Little Medusa tightened her little face again and closely followed up with a burst of coordination to perform combos.

Finally, after the two people's repeated persuasion, King Minos gave up his idea.

"That's right. It's indeed disrespectful to be so impatient. It's better to wait until the goddess returns before formally asking her for instructions..."

Upon hearing King Minos's reasonable choice, the two figures, one large and one small, nodded in agreement.

"but……"

However, as the turning point appeared, the two of them once again put their hearts in their throats.

"My body is no longer suitable for managing government affairs. I still need to find someone who can take on the big responsibility, and right now I only have..."

King Minos on the bed was a little worried, and his eyes couldn't help but glance at the scribe again, as if he wanted to bring up the old matter again.

"Even if you don't need to succeed, can I help you share the burden? Anyway, Anna is the messenger of the goddess, and he is Anna's brother and the person who is favored by the goddess. As long as everything is the will of the goddess, both private and official matters are the best arrangements. And with your nod, no one will disobey!

Moreover, when things came to this, he was done with it, right? "

After hearing the clear argument, Lorne looked at the stove goddess chatting in front of the bed and couldn't help but look stunned.

Doesn't she have intermittent brainstem loss? When did smart IQ take over the high ground?

At this time, King Minos on the bed could not help but be persuaded and made his decision immediately.

"That's fine. I will hand over the affairs to the temple, and then ask Ariadne to hand it over to you. If there is anything that needs to be carried out, just tell them to do it!"

As he spoke, the old man looked at his daughter solemnly and warned her seriously.

"Ariadne, during this period, you will accompany the Secretary and follow his instructions. This is the person chosen by the goddess for Crete. You must treat him with the same respect as you serve the goddess!"

"Okay father!"

Ariadne obediently agreed, nodded seriously, and quickly entered the role she needed to play.

"Then, I will first go and get the matters that need to be handed over and the files waiting to be processed, and let the clerk take a look at them."

"I'm going to help too!"

Little Medusa in the corner glanced at her and immediately followed Princess Ariadne.

Soon, the noisy bedroom became eerily quiet.

In the blink of an eye, Lorne, who had been promoted to the uncrowned king of Crete and the reserve son-in-law of King Minos, looked faintly at a certain expert who was adding fuel to the fire.

Hestia's head shrank, and the tight smile on her face gradually became stiff. She looked at the two figures drifting away from the door with a resentful look, muttering in her heart in annoyance.

Damn it, I'm running too slow...