Greece brings evildoers

Chapter 91 The legendary young woman killer and the treasure of women (4.6k)

A few days later, a new type of drink called "wine" made from fermented grapes spread in the city of Knossos.

In just a few days, it quickly became popular among the people with its soft and mellow taste and rich berry aroma, becoming the most popular drink for Minoans in the streets before meals and in the afternoon.

"Let's have a drink together when you have time?" soon replaced "Have you eaten?" and became the most common greeting among the residents of Knossos.

Of course, not everyone can afford the high expenses in the emerging pubs, but this does not prevent them from proclaiming their love for "wine" between the lines.

Because the joy and intoxication that wine brings to people, as well as the pleasure of forgetting all pain, cannot be brought by anything else.

People who love wine do not want to mythologise it and deliberately get drunk until they are unconscious all day before they are willing to give up. They are just using this medium to temporarily take off their masks and disguises, abandon their roles and responsibilities, release stress, and let their souls take a short rest.

There is too little human equality and too little human joy. Every child is born crying, and no one comes out smiling...

——Everyone has to be born, whether you like it or not; everyone has to die, whether you like it or not.

Wine, on the other hand, provides happy equality, is cheap and easily available.

Rich or poor, they provide intoxicating, soothing pleasure.

Therefore, no matter whether tomorrow the sky collapses or the earth subsides, it is a volcano or a flood.

——Have a drink first to comfort yourself for your hard work, please your body and mind, and give your soul a short rest.

——Life has finally come to an end. Don’t go too hastily. It’s not too late to wake up and move forward again.

These are the teachings left by the scribe who created "wine" and shared this gift with others.

With a tone that was incompatible with asceticism, coupled with his approachable personality and his contribution to saving Crete, these words quickly became the words of wisdom believed by drinkers and were widely praised and recognized.

Life is hard enough and life has to go on, so why not use wine to find some fun for yourself in the illusory world.

With the actions of hundreds of people, the city of Knossos quickly emerged from the shadow of the beast tide and natural disaster, and was filled with a joyful and festive atmosphere almost every day.

But in contrast, the number of drunkards picked up by the city defense troops from the streets during patrols has also been rising.

After all, not everyone has the self-control to resist this indulgence and temptation, and not everyone can tell the difference between loving wine and drinking alcohol.

As a result, the production and life of some families were also affected by the appearance of wine. Women who were either resentful or angry came to the door in groups, asking for an explanation from the instigator.

However, after a few cups of "hot tea", women often come angrily and leave feeling refreshed.

Because they not only experienced the beauty of releasing stress from wine, but also took away the decrees issued by the secretary and the precepts he conveyed as a belief in wine.

——People who truly love wine also love life. They often know how to exercise restraint and will never indulge because of greed. This is a blasphemy to this [gift].

——So, if someone is discovered by the city defense army because of being drunk, not only will he be fined and sentenced to hard labor, but he will also lose the qualification to participate in the [Bacchus Festival] in the coming year.

The scribe personally promised that he would prepare to hold a festival of unprecedented scale in the city of Knossos in the coming year.

During this period, not only will there be free and unlimited drinks, but many new products will also be launched for people to try.

If it goes well, this will become a regular annual celebration in the city of Knossos in the future.

Of course, those drunkards who get drunk, get into trouble, and blaspheme the aesthetics of wine this year will still be deprived of the qualification to participate in the celebration.

——In short, if you don’t know how to self-discipline, you are not allowed to participate in drinking parties!

Soon, under the governance of the actual ruler of Crete and the sage of the drinkers, the rectification of alcoholism in the city of Knossos was immediate.

For a time, not only were there no drunken drunkards in the streets, but ordinary people who found a balance between releasing stress and working hard in life were inspired to have a greater enthusiasm for life.

Gradually, the entire island of Crete was enveloped in a joyful and cheerful atmosphere. The gift called [wine] was also transported to various city-states in Greece with the traveling merchants and fleets, and was exchanged for the Minoans. A large amount of food, minerals and other scarce resources make their lives richer and better.

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"Is it from the old Thales family? What? Your husband still suffers from heart palpitations and insomnia? Tell him to drink less wine. This thing will not help him sleep. He should drink milk or honey water."

"Pitakus's family? I want to know how to make delicious bread? How about trying this fermentation method?"

"Clubra's daughter? You broke up with your father and want to find a job to support yourself on your own? I remember that you studied weaving. Why don't you go to the temple and ask? They seem to need a lot of cloth recently and are in short supply of female workers... …”

As the girl's eyes flashed and her face turned red, she left with gratitude and satisfaction. Lorne looked at the finally spacious front door of his house and couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief.

"You are really popular in the city of Knossos, Lord Secretary..."

Hestia, who was carrying a basket, looked at the sun in the sky that was almost noon, rolled her eyes, and complained feebly.

Originally, she was going to go out to buy some groceries in the morning and experiment with new recipes.

For this reason, the goddess of the stove, who was somewhat bedridden, got up very early.

However, he did not expect that even at dawn, there would be a large number of women from the city of Knossos crowded in front of his house, waiting to say hello to a certain scribe and ask for advice.

Thinking of the situation in the past few days, Hestia, who was a little unbearable, felt a headache and looked at Lorne with an increasingly resentful look.

Probably because of the previous problems related to alcoholism in the family, after complaining and asking for advice from this clerk, his unparalleled wisdom and approachable attitude spread among the women.

As a result, more and more women gathered in front of Hestia's house and complained to the enlightened and wise scribe.

This clerk was also as approachable as the rumors said. With great patience, he tried his best to give them satisfactory answers and perfect solutions.

Gradually, the problems were no longer limited to alcoholism. Problems in life, work, and even relationships were all brought up for questioning by these bold women.

The clerk's reputation has been repeatedly raised, and he has become a true friend of women.

In fact, every morning, the door of Hestia's house was crowded with a large number of women who came here with admiration.

Some of them are sincerely asking for advice, some are just to satisfy their curiosity, and some are just at the age of puberty...

At this moment, a certain [Women's Treasure] heard Hestia complaining next to him and couldn't help but roll his eyes.

"Isn't this all your fault?"

"I don't know if everything has been resolved yet, these women are not done yet..."

Hestia muttered angrily, a trace of regret appearing on her face.

At the beginning of the popularity of [alcohol], many family conflicts arose due to uncontrolled drinking, and the complaints from women naturally reached Hestia's ears.

As the goddess who protects the peace of the family, Hestia certainly cannot ignore it, so she led the group of noisy women to find her own external brain and Lorne, who was the culprit.

Not surprisingly, the resourceful clerk easily solved the problem caused by [wine].

But it also triggered a new round of family crisis.

But this time the victim is the house goddess Hestia herself.

"If I had known, I shouldn't have let them in!"

Hestia looked at the external brain in front of her that was supposed to be hers alone, and beat her head in annoyance, feeling somewhat regretful.

Lorne was also a little helpless about this.

Probably because of the divinity of joy, indulgence and enjoyment, the original Bacchus was not only popular among men, but also women worshiped him enthusiastically.

Therefore, historically, the priests who followed Dionysus, the god of wine, were all women. They were his most devout followers and were crazy for his every appearance.

According to legend, the genius musician Orpheus, the son of the god of light Apollo, accidentally broke into a mysterious ritual of sacrificial wine and was beaten and killed by crazy priestesses and female believers...

Therefore, this [Women's Treasure] characteristic may have become a part of his bloodline since he chose this priesthood, and he cannot get rid of it.

And sometimes, being too charming can be a headache.

The popular Kitchen God and the even more popular future Bacchus God looked at each other and let out a helpless and depressed sigh.

Seemingly having nowhere to vent, Hestia complained about Lorne's creation.

"Speaking of which, I really don't understand why so many people like the [wine] you created. It's obvious that this kind of self-numbing thing just allows people to escape reality and can't solve any problems!"

“On the contrary, escape is shameful but useful.”

Lorne shook his head and retorted, looking deeply at the fireworks-filled street outside the door and the faces filled with satisfaction, and spoke meaningfully.

"Not everyone has to face the bloody reality and become a hero who overcomes all hardships. Detouring and escaping are also options."

Not everyone wants to be, not everyone wants to be...a hero?

Hestia murmured, thinking of herself.

Compared with the group of blood relatives on Mount Olympus who are keen on pursuing royal power and divine power, I am so different.

Perhaps, for them, this eldest sister who is not enterprising is not escaping?

Lorne glanced at Hestia, who was thoughtful, and began to ponder again.

“Furthermore, how [people] choose has nothing to do with [wine].

A brave man will not become completely immersed in illusions and become weak just because he drinks one more glass of wine.

A cowardly person will not dare to face the bleak reality and move forward bravely just because he drank one less glass of wine.

They are just looking for a temporary place for their souls to rest, so that they can have more courage to move forward after getting some rest.

Therefore, the appearance of wine not only did not cause the order of Knossos to collapse, but also allowed more people to get out of pain and shadows and love life more. "

As he spoke, Lorne pointed to the pedestrians and vendors outside the door, using real life as an example.

"If you don't believe me, look at it. Are there more smiling faces in the city of Knossos now than before?"

"Is it really as magical as you say?"

Although the facts were before her eyes, Hestia was still a little hesitant to believe it.

"It's not like I've never drank [wine] before, so why don't I feel the way you mentioned?"

"Nonsense! That's because you are one of the twelve main gods. How can a mortal thing brewed by a mortal work on you? If it is a fine product brewed by me..."

The words came to an abrupt end.

Lorne glanced at Hestia aside, shook his head and waved his hands, as if he was considering the other party.

"Forget it, forget it, those things are too strong, I'm afraid you won't be able to handle it, and you will lose your composure in front of others..."

"I am the majestic Lord God. I have never seen anything! How can I be afraid of your jar of wine?"

Feeling slighted, the Stove Goddess was immediately furious.

Seemingly intimidated by Hestia's aura, Lorne couldn't help but stand in awe.

"My lady goddess is very brave..."

"You're kidding, I'm super brave, okay?"

Hestia raised her eyebrows, patted her chest to prove it, and stretched out her hand towards Lorne even more impatiently.

"Bring it! Two altars!"

"Otherwise, let's forget it..."

"Stop talking nonsense, Sitan!"

"I have low-alcohol fruit wine here..."

"Shut up and watch if I don't drink up all the wine you made today!"

Under repeated provocations and being questioned many times, Hestia finally couldn't bear it anymore. She glared angrily at the secretary who had underestimated her and kept pushing her, and asked directly.

"Tell me, where is it?!"

"Well..."

Lorne showed an unusually embarrassed expression and did not speak, but glanced at the backyard involuntarily.

Immediately, Hestia, who noticed this little movement, raised the corners of her lips and showed a proud smile.

"Hmph! I know even if you don't tell me, it's in the cellar, right?"

With that said, the stove goddess decisively left Lorne behind and rushed towards the entrance of the cellar menacingly.

Today, she had to expose [Wine]'s lies and let this arrogant guy see what the eternal Lord God is!

"Goddess, you can't do it! You can't do it..."

Lorne raised his hand and spoke in a panic to dissuade him.

But even though the sound was loud, he never moved a step forward.

And when he watched the goddess of the stove getting into the cellar, the corners of his lips also curved in pleasure, and he secretly murmured in his heart.

Now, the experimental materials are available.

A quarter of an hour later, the rich aroma of wine came from the cellar, which not only made people intoxicated, but even the birds on the trees fell from the branches to the ground and fell into a deep sleep like mud.

"Snapped!"

After listening for a moment, it seemed that there was no movement in the cellar. Lorne gently snapped his fingers to disperse the smell of alcohol, then slowly opened the cover and walked into the cellar.

At this time, nearly half of the twelve jars of fine wine stored in the corner had been opened.

Lorne counted carefully, there were five altars.

And looking around, the goddess of the stove who had made such bold remarks before was now sleeping soundly on a pile of radishes.

The originally fair face was now flushed.

"Lorne...hehe...little Anna...mine, everything is mine...!"

With a vague giggle, Hestia, who didn't know what she was dreaming about, rubbed her hot face against the cool radish, and a trace of crystal saliva hung from her mouth, dripping to the ground.

To be so drunk after only five altars, this Kitchen God is so inferior.

While admiring Hestia's stupidity when she was drunk, Lorne took out the magic crystal and saved the screenshot for future viewing.

After taking a 360-degree photo shoot, Lorne put away this dark history with satisfaction. An evil smile of successful conspiracy appeared on the corners of his lips, and his arms were raised high and dropped heavily.

"Snapped!"

The two upright buttocks trembled violently, giving off an excellent feeling.

——"Hey, the second trial, a blasphemy against the virgin goddess Hestia, completed!"

Along with the invisible sound, a silver oracle that emerged from the altar in Lorne's mind gradually melted and was recast into a brand new silver badge.

At the same time, the faint light on the twelve-sided die that was about to fade out flickered again, and an obscure and invisible [accidental] divine will re-emanated, blocking the perception of fate and causing ripples in the world of destiny.

Very good, you're done, Fog of War has been renewed successfully.

so……

"Bah bang bang!"

A more intense sound of beating reverberated in the small cellar. Lorne slapped the stove goddess' raised ass unceremoniously, and the corners of his lips curved in a smooth and joyful arc.

Goddess, let me teach you a lesson so that you know what it means to be evil.

"Snap, snap, snap!"

The waving arms almost created an afterimage, bringing a louder sound.