Chapter 115 Athena's Road to Losing
As the obviously smaller figure outside the door squeezed into the house, Hestia's tense nerves finally relaxed. She couldn't help but pat her chest and looked ahead with a complaining look.
"Anna, you scared me to death!"
At this moment, little Medusa, who had transformed into the body of a little girl, quickly raised her index finger in front of her lips, made a gesture of silence, and pointed to the next door.
"Shh, you're not asleep yet..."
Immediately, Hestia covered her mouth and pretended to keep quiet, even her breathing became cautious.
Hey, hey, one of you is the goddess of the hearth, Zeus’s elder sister; the other is the Gorgon, the hero killer... Are you so afraid of her?
Seeing the two people's thief-like reactions, Loen rolled his eyes and couldn't help but complain in his heart.
However, Hestia had just stolen her niece's boyfriend, so she naturally couldn't be tough.
Medusa was the one who encountered blood suppression. After all, whether in Greek mythology or the modified Roman mythology, she was always dominated by Athena.
As for Lorne himself...
A wounded soldier lying dead on the bed closed his eyes, recalling the scene where Athena picked up a whip with a smile on her face and beat him all over the yard. He shuddered at the thought and shook his head quickly, trying to dispel the nightmare-like figure.
It’s too scary. I can’t afford to offend him! I can’t afford to offend him!
The three people in the cabin looked at each other, vaguely reaching some kind of consensus, and they all lowered their voices and slowed down their breathing.
"Well, this can be used to heal wounds."
The small Medusa walked up and handed a half-open wooden box to Lorne.
There was a dark red paste inside, and a cool scent mixed with a hint of fishy sweetness rushed into the nostrils.
When would she learn to make potions to heal injuries?
Luo En was a little surprised, and his eyes immediately fell on the little girl's arm hanging on the other side.
There is a faint mark under the plain and transparent clothes.
The wound seemed to have just scabbed over, and there was still a slight smell of blood on it.
This little fool!
At this time, Loen, who already understood everything, glared at the little Medusa in front of the bed and raised his right hand high.
The shadow loomed, and Medusa subconsciously shrank her neck.
But in the end, the hand that was raised high was gently put down and rubbed the little head hard.
"Don't do this next time..."
The gentle admonition revealed a tone of unquestionability. Little Medusa looked at the serious face and nodded helplessly.
After receiving a satisfactory answer, Loen finally smiled again.
However, due to the large amplitude of the movement, the pricking pain like needles came from all over the body again, making him gasp repeatedly and reveal a painful expression with grimace in his mouth.
"Your injury hasn't healed yet, so don't move around."
Hestia saw this and couldn't help but give advice with guilt and heartache, and directly took the leaning upper body into her arms.
Suddenly, a soft and full touch came from behind his head, making the immobile Loen feel even more tormented, feeling both painful and happy.
At this moment, watching Hestia feeding her "brother" one spoonful at a time, little Medusa, who was faintly competitive, was not willing to be outdone.
"Let me help you apply the medicine!"
As she spoke, little Medusa dug out a piece of dark red ointment from the wooden box and gently applied it to the wounds on Loen's body.
Feeling the coolness of the ointment and the delicate touch of his fingers sliding on his skin, Loen not only relaxed his frown, but even gradually raised the corners of his mouth, with a hint of enjoyment.
The Kitchen God feeds food and the Gorgon applies medicine. Even a king would not trade for this treatment.
As Luo En sighed in his heart, he couldn't help but fall into reverie.
In fact, if he could enjoy this kind of benefit every day in the future, he would rather be whipped by Athena every day.
Even if the storm comes a little harder, it doesn’t matter!
Just as the wounded man on the bed closed his eyes and daydreamed, the wound on his chest was suddenly pulled and the spoon almost stabbed into his throat, causing him to flutter and sit up from the bed like a fish short of oxygen, with a look of grief and indignation on his face.
"Anna, Hestia, you..."
The resentful accusation came to an abrupt end, and Loen's cervical vertebrae creaked and turned stiffly a few inches upwards like rusty gears. He looked in horror at the silver-haired goddess who had stood in front of the bed at some point.
Meanwhile, Hestia and little Medusa were maintaining the same posture as him.
Gurgle...
The three of them swallowed their saliva at the same time, feeling uneasy in their hearts, and subconsciously pulled themselves away, proving each other's innocence while performing the sacred separation.
However, Athena in front of the bed raised her hand and gave a faint smile to Hestia and little Medusa.
"No, you guys go about your business, I just stopped by to take a look."
The two men, one big and one small, nodded stiffly, their expressions numb and mechanical.
Then, Athena shifted her gaze to Lorne, who was in the arms of kindness, and the smile on her face became even warmer.
"Well, they took good care of you. It looks like you'll be able to recover in less than a day."
Similarly, Lorne nodded stiffly, a thin layer of cold sweat appearing on the back of his neck.
And then, Athena changed the subject and a bright smile appeared on her face.
"Then let's start training early tomorrow morning."
Hearing that kind and gentle declaration, Lorne, who was lying on the bed, felt his eyes go dark and he almost fainted.
"Don't play too long and go to bed early tonight."
Finally, Athena left a gentle instruction, waved her hand in a friendly manner, turned and walked out of the room, and even closed the door very politely.
However, just as the third visitor stepped out of the door, there was a sound of falling dishes and wooden boxes, as well as panicked exclamations and screams that were delayed for more than a minute.
At the same time, the goddess of wisdom in the corridor disappeared from her smile, her face turned as black as the bottom of a pot, and her fists, with bulging veins, made crisp sounds of bones crackling.
It was clearly me who cultivated the subordinate god with all my heart, but my aunt got there first!
I told that guy not to get too close to Artemis, but he ended up getting involved with that woman!
And tonight, you guys don't care, right? Why are you all here to show your affection?
One by one, none of them makes me happy!
Looking at her master's obviously unhappy expression, Nikki, who was standing behind, raised the pottery bottle in her right hand in a daze.
"What about the medicine?"
"Throw it away!" The goddess of wisdom snorted unhappily.
"What about the food?" Nikki raised the food box in her left hand again and blinked in distress.
Athena rolled her eyes at the subordinate god behind her who was talking about something irrelevant, gritted her teeth, and cast a dim gaze towards the living room.
“Hasn’t it eaten yet?”
"Woof?"
At the same time, the golden retriever who was napping under the table seemed to feel an invisible chill approaching in the air. It woke up from its dream and poked its head out blankly and innocently.
(ps: Currently, Hestia is the best in the god system; Medusa has the highest intimacy; Artemis has the fastest relationship progress... As for Athena - she has worked in vain and is a loser.)
(End of this chapter)
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