Chapter 172: Madam's ingenious plan to bring peace to the world, but she lost her daughter and her army

A few days later, it was night.

Lorne sat at the desk in his bedroom, activated the fluorescent lighting, and as usual, took out a few old magic books from the bookshelf that appeared nearby, and flipped through them eagerly.

As the holy place of the goddess of memory, the collection of books and knowledge reserves here are undoubtedly the most complete library in the whole of Greece.

In theory, as long as the goddess Mnemosyne nods, visitors who are granted access can consult any information and books they want.

What he had in front of him were basically the teaching materials he urgently needed, which could greatly complete his magical knowledge framework.

While reading, Loen flipped through the magic book in his hand at an extremely fast speed, reading ten or even a hundred lines at a glance.

But even so, as long as he put the book down and closed his eyes for a moment, those obscure words would emerge clearly from his mind, as if they were directly engraved in the depths of his memory, turning into an immortal palace that would never fade.

——The crown of inspiration, the palace of memory.

This is the blessing from the nine Muses and the goddess of memory.

It is said that there was once a Greek poet named Simonides. He attended a banquet and passionately recited a lyric poem praising the two gods Castor and Pollux in the banquet hall. Then he was called out by the oracle of the gods. At this moment, the banquet hall collapsed, and no guests survived. The bodies were blurred and their relatives were difficult to identify. However, Simonides identified the bodies one by one according to their seats in the hall, as if he had rebuilt the palace of memory with his own hands under the inspiration of the oracle.

Therefore, the Greeks believed that deep in human memory there was a palace ruled by the goddess of memory. Whoever could open it could touch the source of knowledge and wisdom.

Therefore, using it in literary creation and continuing to write [The Divine Genealogy] and [Holy Words] is only the initial use. The real way to use it is to use it to give full play to one's learning ability and make a qualitative leap in the speed of accumulating knowledge.

Relying on the spiritual blessings and search permissions given to him by the Goddess of Memory and the nine Muses, Loen frantically flipped through tens of thousands of books of various kinds on the bookshelf. In just a few days, he almost swept through the entire library and built his own palace of knowledge deep in his mind.

His knowledge reserves and magical level also improved by leaps and bounds.

But unfortunately, the [Crown of Spiritual Thought] was completed, which meant that he had no reason to stay.

In theory, I'm about to be kicked out by the goddess of memory.

However, after Loen quickly flipped through the several magic books in his hands, he slowly took out a pen and paper from the desk and wrote down three "reading notes" for today.

——"The Idol Seller", "The Fox and the Grapes", "The Lion and the Wild Ass"

Soon, with the blessing of the Muse's inspiration, three stories were completed with vivid and interesting manuscripts and humorous language.

After reviewing it and confirming that there were no taboo words or sentences, Loen blew the ink dry with satisfaction, stuffed three pieces of parchment filled with reading notes into the finished magic book, and prepared to hand them over to the goddess of memory tomorrow.

According to the routine of the past few days, after receiving the returned magic book and reading his "reading notes", Mnemosyne would most likely praise his learning attitude, generously extend his stay in the Temple of Memory, and encourage him to continue to work hard.

After all, history has proven the enduring cultural power of Aesop's Fables.

Moreover, this is set in a world of gods full of intrigues, plots and killings. For Mnemosyne, who loves reading and knowledge, some fables that are far from grand narratives and have unique content are simply a wonderful spice that adds color to life.

It was for this reason that the goddess of memory turned a blind eye and acquiesced to Loen's stay.

After finishing tomorrow's update, Loen felt refreshed and relaxed both physically and mentally.

There's no way, the author's life is always so simple and pure.

——You will be happy if you have saved some manuscripts, and you will be miserable if you don’t.

"Aa ...

Just as Loen was stretching and preparing to go to bed to meditate and rest, the door was quietly pushed open, and a stealthy and graceful figure squeezed in under the cover of night.

"Erato?"

Looking at this lively and lovely muse, Lorne was stunned and asked subconsciously.

"You came to see me so late...what's the matter?"

"Discussing poetry..."

Erato tightened the wax board in his arms, his burning gaze fell on Lorne in front of him and the bed behind him, and he couldn't help licking his moist cherry lips.

By the way, she is in charge of love poems...

As the temperature around him rose, Lorne immediately understood. He moved his dry throat and asked Erato to sit down beside the bed, ready to have a serious discussion with her about the true meaning of love.

As for such illusory things, experience is the best teacher!

Obviously, the Muse who took the initiative to sit over also agreed with this.

But just as the two cultural enthusiasts wanted to go a step further and engage in a literary discussion, two figures squeezed in through the half-open door.

"Thalia? Melpomene? What are you doing..."

"Talking about the script..."

"Tutorial lines..."

The two Muses, who were in charge of comedy and pastoral, as well as tragedy and elegy, explained the reason with a vague look, and at the same time looked faintly at the sister who appeared here on the bed.

But before the two of them could speak, three more figures squeezed into the room.

They were the three sisters among the nine Muses - Calliope, the eldest sister who was in charge of heroic epics, Clio, the second sister who was in charge of history, and Euterpe, the third sister who was in charge of lyric poetry.

Immediately afterwards, the door that had just been closed was pushed open from the outside.

Polyhymnia, who was in charge of odes and rhetoric, Urania, who was in charge of astronomy and astrology, and Terpsichore, who was in charge of chorus and dance, also came in.

In the somewhat narrow doorway, the nine Muses gathered together looked at each other, their faces filled with embarrassment and subtle expressions.

Loen coughed dryly, breaking the strange silence, and asked the six new Muses cautiously.

"You guys are here to discuss the script as well?"

"Script? What script?"

The three older Muses looked confused upon hearing this.

"We heard from mother that you were leaving soon, so we came here to see you off."

"Yes, because of Mother's order, I'm afraid we can't leave the Temple of Memory together and stay by your side."

I want to leave?

Soon, Loen realized that this was just a perfunctory response from the goddess of memory. She had hinted to him to update more and slack off yesterday.

I guess most of them are just trying to keep their distance because they can't save themselves and are pretending to be fair and have no PY dealings with him.

By the way, let those muses keep their distance from him until the problem is solved.

It was just that these muses, who were daughters, believed it to be true and thought that the two sides would soon be separated, so they all crowded in, wanting to cherish the last time they spent together.

Realizing that this was a misunderstanding, Loen smiled and spoke a good word for the goddess of memory.

"It's okay. I understand Master Mnemosyne's difficulties."

"That's just the Mother Goddess's opinion, it doesn't represent our thoughts at all!"

At this time, the Muses became even more anxious after hearing this. They excitedly held Loen's arm and expressed seriously.

"We are willing to be with you no matter when or where. We have absolutely no intention of abandoning you!"

Seeing that their thoughts seemed to be going astray, Loen subconsciously wanted to correct them.

However, the nine Muses looked at each other, as if they had made up their minds, and spoke solemnly.

"Tonight, let us fulfill this promise in our own way!"

Fulfill your promise?

Just when Luo En was somewhat confused, nine arms either grabbed his arms, or hugged his shoulders, or held up his head, or pressed on his chest...

Pairs of eyes, some lively, some steady, some gentle, some serious, all stared at that handsome face, and their burning gazes spread out, igniting the air in the bedroom.

In this situation, Loen suddenly understood what the nine Muses meant by "keeping promises".

Without waiting for him to speak, the hot and impulsive "love" pounced on him first, lowered its head to seal his lips and teeth, and gave him a long and passionate kiss.

As Erato took action, the remaining eight Muses were not to be outdone and attacked, using themselves to fill up the entirety of this opposite-sex deity.

Muses are nine goddesses with different personalities, but at the same time, because of their common "literary" ministry, they can also exist as a whole thought.

“Crack~”

The fluorite shattered and the room fell into darkness.

With the nine Muses' repeated "respect" and "support", the new chief Muse could no longer bear it, stood up, filled the nine portions again and again, and left her own mark.

At the same time, the core of the Memory Temple.

Mnemosyne, sitting in front of the desk, looked at the swaying bookshelves around her and the faint sounds coming from deep in the temple, her face as dark as the bottom of a pot.

But in the end, she looked at the three book reviews in her hand and could only write a few Hermetic lines with her fingers in disappointment. She isolated herself in a quiet environment and continued to flip through the manuscripts in her hand.

(End of this chapter)