Chapter 118: Clowns Are Contagious
——Apollo, the god of light and prophecy!
Almost the moment he saw the handsome young man in front of the door, Loen instantly confirmed his identity.
There is no way. There are only a few male gods in the entire Olympus, and they can be counted on one hand.
With such a close relationship with Artemis, equipped with silver bow and silver arrows, and with his peacock-like appearance, he is most likely the legendary brother-in-law.
At this time, the faces of Apollo outside the door and Athena inside the door were so dark that ink could almost be squeezed out.
Seeing that something was not right, Loen quickly stopped the enthusiastic female hunter next to him and winked at her frantically, signaling her to pay attention to the occasion. At the same time, he tried to keep smiling and made polite inquiries in order to change the subject.
"Master Artemis, Master Apollo, why are you both so honored to visit Knossos?"
Finally, Artemis noticed the subtle atmosphere around her and woke up as if from a dream. She quickly distanced herself from Lorne, resumed her elegant standing posture, and began to explain with a smile.
"Athena invited us here. She heard that a grand festival was being held on Crete. It was very lively and there would be some great entertainment after the festival. We just happened to be free recently, so we came to take a look."
While the Huntress patiently answered the questions, she did not even glance at her younger brother who was accompanying her, or Athena who had made the invitation and was the host. Her eyes were fixed on someone the entire time.
Gradually, Apollo's handsome face became slightly angry. He took a step forward, stood in front of Artemis, and asked in a cold voice.
"Where's Aunt Hestia? Isn't this her family home? Who are you? Why are you here?"
A scrutinizing gaze was cast over, and in the severity there was a certain unpleasant hostility.
"He is my aunt's newly recruited follower of the gods. Like you, he is a distinguished guest of Crete."
Athena flashed forward and responded with a faint smile.
Although the voice of this goddess of wisdom is soft and gentle, her words are soft yet firm, with an awe-inspiring aura that leaves no room for doubt.
Apollo was slightly stunned after being retorted. He couldn't help but restrain his arrogance and looked at Loen in front of him again, with some doubt in his eyes.
"Aunt's newly summoned servant? Why haven't I heard of it?"
At this moment, the stove goddess, who was awakened by the noise outside the door, rubbed her sleepy eyes and walked downstairs, snorting coldly at the outsider.
"Hey, Apollo, what does it have to do with you whether I recruit people or not? Do I have to report to you first?"
"Aunt Hestia, how could that be? I'm just concerned about you."
When Apollo saw the person coming, he immediately smiled and explained in a soft voice. His every move was gentle and elegant, and his every word and action made people feel like spring breeze.
"No thanks! I'm fine!"
Hestia rolled her eyes at her nephew outside the door without any hesitation, and at the same time, she pulled Lorne, who was the focus, to her side, then shrank behind Athena and muttered softly.
"Hey, did this guy bully you?"
Lorne shook his head mechanically, trying hard to maintain a polite smile on his face.
"No? That's good! If he dares to mess around, I'll beat him up!"
The stove goddess at the side rolled up her sleeves, revealing a slender white arm, and waved it in the air, with an expression of "I am very reliable", supporting her newly promoted servant god.
Lao Da, I beg you, if you don’t want me to die, just hold it in!
While enjoying the care from the goddess, Loen sensed the murderous aura around him, and the expression on his face gradually began to collapse.
At the same time, Apollo, who was ignored in front of the door, Athena, who was used as a human shield inside the door, and Artemis, who was left aside, all gritted their teeth with gloomy eyes.
"Isn't it a bad idea to leave guests outside?"
Finally, after Ron's "kind" reminder, Hestia suddenly responded as if a switch had been turned on. She patted her head skillfully and showed a formulaic and enthusiastic smile.
"Yes, yes, yes, let's go inside and eat first!"
Faced with the enthusiastic invitation of the goddess of the hearth, the three Olympian gods walked into the house expressionlessly, sat down like puppets, waited for breakfast to be served, then picked up their respective portions, tearing and chewing them with a crunching sound.
It felt like three zombies were sitting around a dining table, enjoying a feast of human flesh.
As the dim light of the dying fire shone on the faces of the three gods in the living room, a terrifying and gloomy atmosphere arose.
Luo En, who was hiding in the kitchen helping with the cooking, couldn't help swallowing and felt a little cold.
At this time, the stove goddess, who had been going back and forth between the kitchen and the living room several times to add food to her three nephews and nieces, couldn't help scratching her head and muttering softly.
"What's wrong with them? Eating so much so early in the morning?"
"Hungry..." Lorne in the kitchen rolled his eyes and snorted in annoyance.
Hearing the resentment in the words of the external brain, Hestia shrank her neck, smiled awkwardly, then quietly poked her head out and looked into the living room, unable to help but muttering to herself.
"Athena, you're such a jerk. Why did you invite that annoying guy here as well?"
"Apollo?" Lorne raised his eyebrows.
"Well, when I was in Olympus, he and Poseidon always pestered me, and they insisted on reading poems to me and asking me which notes to fill in which parts of the song. How would I know? It was so annoying!" Hestia in the kitchen recounted the past with a look of depression on her face.
When Luo En heard this, he didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
Read poetry? Compose music?
It turns out that this God of Light is also an artistic young man?
However, singing poems and playing music to the goddess of the hearth is like flirting with a blind man.
"To be honest, I was fed up with their noise, so I moved out of Olympus and fled to Crete for refuge."
In the kitchen, Hestia talked about the past and began to complain about her landlord who also caused her troubles.
"Athena knew that, yet she still dared to let that guy in. Wait till I see how I'll deal with her!"
Realizing that the stalemate was not a solution, the Stove Goddess, who had gradually learned bad habits by following someone, decisively added a few more spoonfuls of salt to the freshly cooked food.
After a while, the new meal was served. After the three main gods in the living room took a few bites, their facial muscles twitched slightly. They immediately put down the cutlery in their hands, ended the long and depressing meal, and started to get down to business.
"The weather is nice today, how about going hunting together?" Athena suggested first.
"Okay!" Artemis and Apollo looked at each other and nodded happily.
Then, Athena turned her head and looked at Hestia in the kitchen, with a faint smile on her face.
"It's a rare occasion for us to get together, so auntie can come too?"
After being stuck at home for a long time, Hestia couldn't help but feel a little tempted. She immediately pulled Lorne aside and nodded.
"Okay, Lorne and I will go and take a look too!"
Seeing Hestia holding the hand of the newly promoted god and walking out of the kitchen in an intimate manner, Apollo's originally sunny face suddenly became a little gloomy, and he looked at someone with a rather unfriendly look.
Similarly, noticing the brother-in-law's repeated and undisguised hostility, Loen couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.
Among the symbols of the Greek gods, Apollo represents absolute rationality, which is the opposite of the irrational ecstasy represented by Dionysus, the god of wine. The Greeks believed that following Apollo's rationality could enable people to live a better life, and occasionally falling into the ecstasy of Dionysus was a wonderful way to break free from confinement and shackles.
At the same time, the aristocratic politics advocated by the Apollo sect in Delphi was in sharp contrast to the civilian line advocated by Dionysus.
Obviously, he and his brother-in-law were born incompatible.
Whether it is ideas or interests...
Ron's gaze swept across Artemis and Hestia, with a faint glimmer in his eyes.
What a coincidence, I don’t like you very much either, brother-in-law…
(End of this chapter)
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