Chapter 62 I choose to give up thinking

The night fades away and dawn breaks.

As the faint morning light shone into the house through the gaps in the window lattice, Lorne, who had a good sleep, yawned, got up, opened the curtains, and looked out at the entire city of Knossos.

In the streets and alleys, the mist that drifted in from the sea had not yet completely dissipated, but there were already pedestrians and vendors in twos and threes, either walking out of their homes or setting up stalls, and starting their lives as usual.

Wisps of smoke rose from nearby houses, bringing with them the aroma of food, diluting the terror and uneasiness that had shrouded the city last night.

The number of city defense troops originally stationed at the intersections of the city streets and lanes responsible for maintaining order also decreased visibly.

It seemed that after a night of settling down, the situation had gradually calmed down, and everyone's life seemed to have returned to its old track.

Their goddess, their ruler, will continue to protect the people of Crete and allow them to enjoy a prosperous and stable life.

However, Loen looked around and his eyes gradually narrowed.

The blockade of the coast outside the city had not yet been completely lifted;

The number of patrols in the city was decreasing, but the number of soldiers in the barracks was increasing;

The defense capabilities of the observatory, the royal palace, the temple, and the sacrificial site were also improving, and people were coming in and out more frequently...

Loose outside, tight inside?

Lorne came to the conclusion in his mind and shook his head. He calmly closed the doors and windows, went downstairs, and went into the kitchen to light a fire.

Leave professional matters to professionals.

At present, the situation in Crete has not deteriorated to the point of life and death, so it is not his turn to worry about the Minoans for the time being.

Instead of worrying about these trivial things, it is better to eat and drink well and do what you should do right now.

As usual, Loen prepared breakfast for little Medusa and Hestia who had not yet woken up, then took his farm tools to the backyard to continue planting, planting seedlings, and... practicing swordplay!

The old cyan-gold sword chopped, stabbed, and cut again and again in the empty yard...

Over and over again.

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The sea was calm for several days.

The terrifying tide that occurred in the evening seemed to be just a short-lived dream.

The Minoans gradually walked out of the shadows. Some went out to sea, some set up stalls, some farmed. Life returned to normal, and the city resumed its former prosperity and bustle.

In recent days, the only news that is considered to be slightly explosive.

They were just princes who were sent away and were urgently recalled by the old king to be held accountable for their dereliction of duty in dealing with the disaster.

Of course, in accordance with King Minos's strict law enforcement temperament, these princes with noble divine blood flowing in their bodies could not escape their old father's whip. They were first beaten half to death one by one, and then all their powers were removed, and they were driven into the temple to pray to the goddess and repent.

I heard that they seemed to have not come out for several days, and even their daily meals had to be delivered by Princess Ariadne.

Lorne listened to the rumors from his neighbors and lived his daily life as usual.

However, he cultivated less land and practiced sword skills more frequently.

Little Medusa held up her cheeks and looked at the figure in the yard who was constantly swinging and sheathing the sword, feeling a little confused.

"Isn't everything settled?"

"solve?"

Luo En's breathing slowed down slightly. He turned around to look at the little girl with a confused look on her face and murmured silently.

"No, it's worse..."

Little Medusa was stunned, her eyes clear and blank. Hestia in the kitchen couldn't help but stop stir-frying with the spatula in her hand and slightly poked her head out.

Looking at the two smart people at home who had no sense of crisis, Loen sighed and asked in a deep voice.

"Guess why King Minos was so anxious to recall the exiled princes, beat them half to death, took back all their powers, and threw them all into the temple to repent? Logically speaking, it was just a slight mistake of laxity, so he wouldn't have to use such a heavy hand, right?"

Hestia thought for a moment, then something clicked in her mind, and she suddenly realized what was going on, her face serious.

"They are going to rebel! They must want to kill my father and seize power!"

“…”

Lorne raised his hand to his forehead and complained weakly.

"If they really had this plan, would they dare to come back to Knossos to report? Moreover, even if they wanted to, they would have to have the ability to do so. The prosperity of the entire island of Crete was almost entirely supported by King Minos. Do you really think that he has worked for nothing for hundreds of years?

He is old, not dead!"

In the face of Loen's rapid-fire questioning, Hestia's determined eyes became confused, and she looked towards the backyard with embarrassment and curiosity.

"So what's going on?"

Seeing that the eldest sister of the God King family, the famous Goddess of the Hearth, had given up thinking, Loen couldn't help but feel dissatisfied in his heart again.

After all, you were born of the same parents, so why didn't you inherit any of the family genes for treason and rebellion?

Just as Loen was thinking about how to explain, an uncertain voice came from the side.

"Could it be that he just wants to take this opportunity to regain power?"

Hearing the voice, Loen turned around and looked at the little Medusa with frowned brows in surprise. A smile of approval broke out on his face and he began to guide.

"So when do you think we need to take back power?"

When Medusa heard the words, her heart trembled and her face became uncertain.

"Big trouble is coming!"

"I'm afraid this is a big problem that will require the combined strength of the entire island of Crete to deal with..."

Luo En added in a deep voice, looking across the courtyard to the gloomy sky above the sea, his eyes flickering faintly.

As the saying goes, if the government's orders come from one person, there will be order; if the orders come from two or three people, there will be chaos.

Since ancient times, whenever a major event occurs, the country needs to operate as a whole and issue unified laws to unleash unparalleled potential and work together to deal with risks.

Although the political systems of the East and the West are different, the basic operating rules are interchangeable.

It is obvious that King Minos was willing to go to great lengths to summon his sons back to be punished on the pretext of dereliction of duty in order to establish his authority and seize power.

In this way, he could prove that his remaining power still existed and deter those restless voices, and then concentrate the strength of the cities of Crete to deal with the impending big troubles.

Loen couldn't help but frown when he thought of Athena, who had not appeared for a long time since they separated.

Sure enough, it has come to that step...

Just as Loen was calculating the next turn of events, a petite purple figure rushed out.

"Anna, where are you going?"

Hestia poked her head out from the kitchen, looking surprised.

"Go tell everyone not to go out to sea recently!"

Little Medusa spoke without thinking.

"it's useless."

A low voice came from behind, rational and indifferent.

Loen wiped the bronze sword in his hand, his eyes deep and penetrating.

"The Minoans cannot live without the ocean, just like fish cannot live without water. They need to live. Before the crisis really comes and before they feel real pain, no one can stop them from going to the sea..."

"I know……"

Little Medusa nodded, her eyes as firm as ever.

"But if you can persuade anyone, that's it!"

After saying that, the petite figure decisively rushed out of the door and ran quickly towards the coastal camp without looking back.

Standing in front of the door, Loen looked at his empty hand and the small figure disappearing at the end of the road, and couldn't help being stunned.

Some people, because they have been caught in the rain themselves, don't want to see people running in the rain without an umbrella, and want to hold an umbrella for others.

Some people, because they have been caught in the rain, want to tear up other people's umbrellas so that they can be exposed to the rain together.

Perhaps, Loen does not belong to the latter.

But, Little Medusa belongs to the former.

What an idiot...

In the courtyard, Loen shook his head, recalling the scene and experience when he fought fiercely with Athena that night, and gradually entered the state of [Infinite Martial Arts Training], continuing to swing the sword in his hand forward.

Each time is faster and more violent than the last!

(End of this chapter)