I was a priest in the city-state era

Under night.

The wood in the fire kept crackling and burning.

Roy sat with a group of Eleusinian men, quietly waiting for the passage of time.

After everyone around him fell asleep on the ground, Roy took off the olive branch crown from his head with both hands and looked at it carefully in the firelight.

Although this flower crown was not carefully woven, Roy showed a relieved smile when he thought of Philomela's character.

"When I return in triumph next time, will Philomela still present me with a wreath?"

Just as Roy was thinking about this problem, Chione walked up behind Roy with silent steps, looked at Roy's back expressionlessly and said.

"Priest Roy, you don't really need to stay out overnight. Now we Eleusinians have trusted you very much, so you can go back to sleep in your warm and comfortable house on the Acropolis."

Roy shook his head and said with his back to Chione.

"Princess Chione! Perhaps you don't know that I am not a real Athenian, but a foreigner who has just joined the Athenian tribe. After you Eleusinians came to Athens, you were just like me in the eyes of the Athenians. Foreigners, so I want to become one with you and make you my true companions.”

"You are not an Athenian, so how did you become a priest of the Athenian tribe? Are you a relative of Pandion, the leader of the Athenian tribe?"

"I am neither an Athenian nor a relative of the leader of Pandion. I can become a priest of the Athenian tribe because I am the first priest of the goddess Metis. After I convinced the leader of Pandion to respect the goddess Metis, I offered him Promise not to threaten the leader’s royal power with his divine power.”

After listening to Roy's explanation, Chione frowned and said.

"Do you want to use us Eleusinians to help you fight against Pandion?"

"You misunderstood! I have neither the idea of ​​​​confronting Chief Pandion nor the idea of ​​competing with Chief Pandion for dominance. I want to gain the trust of you Eleusisians. The real reason is... I am very insecure now. "

"You said you didn't feel safe—"

Chione's eyes widened in surprise at first, and then she suddenly said.

"We are both foreigners in the land of Athens, and we are also insecure people. You and we Eleusinians can indeed use each other. But if you are not able to take good care of us and ensure that we have enough food and clothing, I Your tribe will definitely abandon you in order to survive.”

After saying that, Chione turned and left.

The next day arrived in a blink of an eye.

As soon as the dawn broke through the night sky, the Eleusinians woke up from their sleep.

The women gathered together to make breakfast for everyone, and the men carried wood to continue building the cabins.

After everyone finished their big pot breakfast, Roy did not work with the men, but came to Chione and said.

"Princess Chione! The remaining two thousand Eleusinians will also come to Athens by boat today. Let's go to the port to greet them together!"

Chione, who was originally going to weave straw mats with the three maids, immediately stood up and said excitedly.

"Then let's go to the port quickly! Get the remaining people here, and we Eleusinians will be reunited."

After saying that, Chione came to Roy's side and pulled Roy towards Piraeus Port.

after an hour.

When Roy and Chione arrived at the dock of Piraeus Port, they saw that Procne and Philomela were also here. They were accompanied by fifty personal guards to protect their safety.

Seeing the white-haired and blue-eyed Chione next to Roy, Philomela took the initiative and said.

"Are you the princess of the Eleusis tribe, Chione, the incarnation of the goddess of winter and ice? I heard that you are now the maid of Priest Roy. Priest Roy did not attend the celebration banquet held by his father last night. He could not be with you. Let’s do shameless things together!”

"Don't talk nonsense!"

Chione immediately stared at Philomela in shame and said.

"I know that you are Princess Philomela, the daughter of Chief Pandion. I can tell you that my body is still that of an unmarried girl. Even if I become the maid of Priest Loy, I will not let anyone go without a wedding. Priest Loy took my body."

"Philomela!"

Procne glared at Philomela reproachfully, and then said to Roy and Chione.

"Priest Roy! Princess Chione! Philomela is still a child who has not grown up. You don't need to pay attention to her words."

"elder sister!"

Philomela said coquettishly.

"Chione is a captive of our Athenian tribe and the maid slave of Priest Loi. You no longer need to regard her as a princess equal to us, let alone the incarnation of the goddess, because now we are also goddesses!"

After hearing Philomela's words, Roy asked curiously.

"Princess Procne, what do Princess Philomela mean?"

"Priest Roy, don't you know yet?"

Procne glanced at Roy in surprise, and then explained to Roy.

"I heard that the rulers of the Eastern Mediterranean would deify their families, so my father also deified our family. My mother was originally a priest of the rain goddess, and now she has been deified into the incarnation of the rain goddess Zeuxiper. I With Philomela and brother Erechtheus, now deified as the adopted son and daughter of the goddess Metis, and also deified as the incarnation of the god, I am the incarnation of the dew goddess, and Philomela is the goddess of the fields. Incarnation, brother Erechtheus is the incarnation of the harvest god named Boros [Harvest].”

"So your current identities are Procne, the goddess of dew, and Philomela, the goddess of fields——"

Roy stared at Procne and Philomela with wide eyes, suddenly feeling a sense of déjà vu in his heart.

The dew goddess and the field goddess seem to be two weak goddesses merged with the goddess who protects Athens.

"The identity of Prince Erechtheus is Poros, the god of harvest, the adopted son of the goddess Metis? Although the name Poros means harvest, I think the name Poros [Harvest] seems more suitable and has nothing to do with it. God of opportunity and creation.”

"Opportunity and Creation——"

Philomela said with an excited smile.

"Priest Roy, if you also want to deify yourself, the identity of the God of Opportunity and Creation should be very suitable for you. You came to the Athenian tribe and created many new things. Your creations provide development opportunities for the Athenian tribe, so You should deify yourself as Loy, the god of opportunity and creation.”

Roy immediately shook his head and said.

"The identity of the God of Opportunity is nothing more. The God of Creation is a lofty godhead equivalent to the God of Creation. Even a real god cannot carry such a lofty godhead as the God of Creation. As a human being, how can I dare to put myself God transformed into a creator god.”

Then, Roy looked at Procne and Philomela and said.

"And in my opinion, no matter how much human beings deify themselves, they will never become true gods. If you are lucky enough, you will become a god after death like a heroic god, and become a maid and subordinate god of the goddess Metis. If you are not lucky enough, you will fall into the underworld like ordinary people after death, and your identities as the dew goddess and the field goddess will be absorbed by the goddess Metis."