Chapter 159: Demons Have No Morals

Looking at Pan, who was losing so much, Loen reminded him angrily and amusedly.

"Hey, hey, hey, don't say anything nonsense. It was obviously you who wanted to gamble. What does it have to do with me?"

"I don't care. It was all your idea that led me to bet with Apollo, and I lost everything. You have to pay for it!"

However, this half-human, half-goat god unreasonably locked onto the man in front of him. His tawny goat eyes flashed with cunning, and he opened his mouth in a sinister and threatening manner.

"Otherwise, I will expose this matter and say that I was instructed by you!"

Faced with Pan's shameless and unprovoked betrayal, Loen was not annoyed.

As the prototype of the devil, how could he possibly follow the rules?

"It's not impossible to return it to you..."

Loen slowly took out two sheep horns from the magic circle diagram, played with them in his hands for a while, with a half-smile on his face.

"But do you want to recover that insignificant loss, or do you want to truly defeat Apollo once and marry a beautiful Muse?"

"Do you have any other solution?"

In an instant, Pan, who heard the implicit meaning, was overjoyed, but then, because he had just lost a battle, he couldn't help but doubt the think tank in front of him.

"You didn't lie to me?"

Loen smiled slightly, casually placed the two sheep horns in the other's arms, and without saying a word, turned around and walked towards the camp.

“Stop, stop, stop!”

Suddenly, Pan rushed forward in a hurry and pulled Loen back, his face full of flattery.

"You say it!"

Loen still didn't say anything, and continued to look at the tasteless goat head in front of him with a smile.

Pan seemed to wake up from a dream, and immediately understood. He stuffed the two goat horns in his hands back into Loen's arms, while smiling apologetically.

"Misunderstanding, it was all a misunderstanding just now, I was just joking with you!"

"I can't take such a big joke."

Loen looked at the shameless goat head in front of him and sneered coldly.

"What if you tell Apollo about this and the god of light gets angry? Wouldn't that be a great injustice to me?"

"How could that be! You are my benefactor! How could I possibly do something like that to betray a friend!"

Pan made a solemn promise, looking loyal and honest.

Lorne just looked at the goat head quietly without saying anything.

After a moment, the embarrassed Pan realized that he had opened the stall too early and quickly spoke to make amends.

"Well, I promise not to leak out what you taught me. If you don't believe me, I can swear on the River Styx!"

Having said that, driven by lust, the cunning goat-headed creature simply raised his right hand and swore an oath to the River Styx.

But Loen remained unmoved, playing with the two sheep horns in his hands with a smile.

Pan immediately smiled, took off a bag from his waist and handed it to the man in front of him.

Loen opened the hole slightly and looked inside. He was shocked to see a green meadow and hundreds of miniature war horses, cattle and sheep foraging leisurely there.

“This is just a deposit!”

Pan came forward and tried to force a bright and sincere smile from his painful face.

"When I marry Muse according to your advice, I promise to give you ten times, no, a hundred times the livestock production as a tribute!"

After hearing the goat-headed man's solemn promise, the unhappiness on Loen's face gradually disappeared and he complained indignantly.

"This is none of my business in the first place, but you insist on asking me to give you advice and even try to use this to threaten me. This is a bit too much."

"Yes, yes, it's my fault! This time I will follow the oath. No matter success or failure, I will not blame you."

Pan made repeated assurances, then looked towards the camp where people were laughing and chatting, unable to hold back any longer, and asked with eager eyes.

"So, now you should tell me how to win, right?"

"It's easy, let's try again."

"?"

Hearing that nonchalant answer, Pan's face darkened. He felt that he had been fooled and was about to have a fit on the spot.

"Don't worry, just listen to me."

The slow hesitation made Pan suppress some of his anger, and he looked at the think tank in front of him with a little resentment and suspicion.

"Strictly speaking, your musical talent is no worse than Apollo's."

Hearing this, Pan's expression became noticeably more comfortable, and a hint of satisfaction appeared in his eyes as he looked at Loen.

But when he thought of the hundreds of good horses he had given away and the pasture that was taken away by the guy opposite, he couldn't help but feel a bleeding heart, and his eyes looked at Loen more and more unfriendly.

"Look, it's urgent again."

Lorne rolled his eyes and snorted unhappily.

"Idiot, don't you understand? The reason why you failed miserably is not because of your musical attainments!"

Then, he looked at the confused goat, reluctantly hooked his shoulder, and whispered into his ear.

Pan, who was about to explode, suddenly lost all his anger after listening to Loen's narration, and his brown sheep eyes flashed with excitement.

So that's what happened! Why didn't I think of that?

Seeing that the goat-head finally got the idea, Loen stopped his instructions and hummed softly.

"Do as I say, and you will definitely win tomorrow."

"Uh-huh!"

Pan nodded repeatedly, and the excitement on his face was beyond words, as if he could already see the laurel wreath of victory and the beautiful Muse waving to him.

"You do your thing, I'll go get ready first!"

Then, the god with a goat's head and a human body said goodbye to the think tank in front of him with a flattering look on his face, and then he couldn't wait to move his legs and ran towards his own temple.

Looking at the figure in the mountains and forests walking away, Loen put away the smile on his face, and a sinister coldness appeared in his eyes.

Threatening me? Idiot!

Since you want to beat Apollo so badly, let you win.

However, in some gambling games, the most you lose is your chips.

But if you win, you will lose more!

After briefly bidding farewell to the goat-head, Lorne returned to the camp and went out with Artemis to wander around the Arcadia Mountains.

By the way, as I said last night, we need to reduce the population of that blind Centaur tribe.

As a result, these wild and unruly natives soon realized what kind of monsters they had provoked last night.

After seeing several girls who were tortured beyond recognition in the Centaur's lair, the nymphs could not help but feel furious and ruthlessly wiped out these four-legged beasts.

In just half a day, more than a dozen Centaur tribes were defeated one after another by the hunting goddess who went out to vent her anger. Thousands of Centaurs were turned into fertilizer buried in the ground under the arrows of the nymphs.

Looking at the dark red soil, Loen estimated that there would be no Centaur disasters in the Arcadia Mountains in the next few decades.

Of course, the prerequisite is that the [Horse Wrangler] can be dealt with together.

On the hidden path of the Centaur camp, Lorne raised his foot to erase a few unique hoof prints that were split in half, and looked meaningfully into the forest-like maze.

Then, just wait until tomorrow.

The next morning, God Pan, who had brought a large amount of livestock again, came to the camp early in the morning and invited everyone.

He wanted to take these distinguished guests to the nearby city-state of Arcadia, where he had specially prepared a banquet.

On the way, everyone can experience the local customs and culture, and by the way, let mortals admire the power of the gods.

Faced with Pan's flattery and active courtesy, Apollo gladly accepted it and went to the appointment with the Muses around him.

As the team marched out of the dense forest and headed towards the fortress, Pan's brown eyes, reflected in the sunlight, sparkled with excitement.

This time, we are sure to win~!

(End of this chapter)