Chapter 153 God is at home, the pot comes from the sky
The next day, Olympus.
Early in the morning, Artemis, dressed in hunting clothes, came to Hestia's temple excitedly and knocked on the door.
When Loen heard the sound and walked out of the house, he saw not only the hunting goddess with a smile on her face, but also the annoying brother-in-law who was trying hard to keep a stiff smile.
Noticing that the god of light seemed to have a rather unhappy expression, Loen decisively moved closer to Artemis to prevent Apollo from finding a chance to attack him.
Unfortunately, Athena was busy finalizing the casting details for the 88 sacred garments and testing the actual combat effects of several finished products, so she couldn't spare the time for the time being.
Otherwise, he could pull her over to go to Arcadia together to help him deal with the pressure and keep an eye on the restless God of Light.
But it’s better this way. I can’t stay under the protection of the goddess of wisdom forever. The sooner I gain some experience, the better I can integrate into the big family of Olympus.
Moreover, Athena is too smart. If you want to do anything under her nose, you have to be very careful and it is too troublesome.
Compared with the goddess of wisdom whose eyes were as full of holes as a honeycomb, most of the Greek gods he met and the ordinary people in the city-state were all simple (and gullible) and cute.
After making up his mind, Loen packed his things, readily accepted the invitation, and joined the team of the host Artemis in a dignified manner.
The hunting goddess was naturally delighted to see her lover coming, so she directly gave the task of driving to the servant god, and the two of them rode in the same car.
The nineteen hunting nymphs who had fallen out of favor were forced to march on foot, following the chariot with their long legs.
Apollo was so angry when he saw the man who took the initiative to seduce his sister that his eyes were spitting fire. He immediately drove the golden chariot and caught up with them urgently to prevent them from doing anything out of line on the way.
For a moment, the nine accompanying Muses were all left behind, and could only follow the nineteen hunting nymphs miserably, using their divine power to hurry on their journey.
Fortunately, Mount Olympus, where the gods live, and Arcadia, the sanctuary of Artemis, are both located on the Peloponnese Peninsula, not far from each other.
Therefore, the group of delicate goddesses did not suffer much from the long journey. It only took them a few hours to reach their destination.
As the chariot came to a steady stop in the mountains and forests, Artemis reached out her hand to lead Lorne out of the chariot. She did not rush to start her favorite hunting activity. Instead, as a host, she accompanied this lover who came from afar, strolling briskly in the valley and along the river. She introduced him to the environment and past of Arcadia, and recalled the memories she left on this land.
“Arcadia” was originally called arkadia, and ark originally meant to hide or avoid.
Originally this was a wild land. Legend has it that in the world at that time, people oppressed and exploited each other, and there were natural disasters from the gods and rampant monsters. So many people fled to this land with their families and began to reproduce and thrive.
Gradually, city-states were established here and it was transformed into a holy place suitable for herders, hunters and mountain people to live in.
Artemis, the goddess of hunting, who could protect the prosperity of their livestock and allow them to return from hunting with a bountiful load, became the mainstream patron saint of this area.
In addition, this is the birthplace of Hermes, the messenger of the gods, and the worship of Hermes' son, the shepherd god Pan, also spread in Arcadia.
I don’t know whether it is the latter two that have brought bad influence on the local customs, or because this place is a gathering place for mountain people, thieves, hunters and refugees, the local people are quite tough.
If they were disappointed in the hunt, Arcadian hunters dared to whip the idols.
Therefore, "Arcadia", a place full of vitality and flourishing everything, became a synonym for uncivilized and was despised by other Greeks.
The few thieves that Loen had met on the Invisible Island before were heroes from this paradise.
But by the way, Arcadia will have another translation in the future, which is [Utopia]...
Combining future memories to conduct cross-time and space field archaeology, Loen couldn't help but reveal a playful smile on his face as he looked at the vast mountains and forests in front of him and the magical beasts that occasionally jumped out of the valley and bared their teeth at him.
After a brief moment of tenderness, Artemis saw that the nymphs and muses accompanying her had arrived one after another, so she had no choice but to adjust her mindset and start the formal hunt.
It has to be said that Arcadia, as the sanctuary of the goddess of hunting, has abundant wild animal and plant resources, and even magical beasts with divine blood are everywhere.
But these may still be a threat to ordinary people. In front of the two main gods and a large number of subordinate gods, they can only flee.
For a time, the entire Arcadia Mountains were in chaos. Large numbers of wild beasts and monsters fled with their families, and the startled birds in the forest did not return to their nests for a long time.
By dusk, the monsters, who had seen the bullies intruding into the mountains, finally calmed down and began to set up camp, make fires and cook.
After a day of commotion, the forest finally calmed down a bit.
As the night deepened, the rich aroma of meat filled the air in front of the warm fire. Loen handed the roasted animal meat and mushroom soup to the accompanying nymphs and muses one by one.
The superb cooking skills made the goddess savor the delicious food and she praised it endlessly. She unconsciously let go of her reserve and opened her stomach to eat with relish.
Because he underestimated the appetite of these goddesses, although the meat hunted during the day was enough, the spices and condiments prepared by Loen were all consumed.
Under the eager gazes of the nymphs and muses, Loen had no choice but to get up, take his golden retriever with him, and prepare to look for some wild seasoning substitutes.
After walking along the river for a short distance, Loen had some gains and was preparing to return to feed the group of hungry goddesses.
“Woof~!”
Unexpectedly, the golden retriever in front, which had stuck its head into the bushes to look for mushrooms, suddenly let out a low growl of grief and anger, hurriedly retracted its head, and jumped all the way to its owner.
Got something?
A hint of surprise flashed between Loen's brows. He stood up and walked to the bushes. He stretched out his hands to pull aside the branches spreading around him. He suddenly saw a baby in a cradle lying quietly on the dead leaves. A pair of bright brown eyes looked at him curiously without any fear.
The little white hand that emerged from the cradle was holding a handful of light yellow dog hair.
Looking down at the dog whimpering at his feet and the obvious defect on its neck, Lorne, as an unscrupulous owner, couldn't help laughing.
I didn't expect that the dignified golden retriever that had eaten the Poseidon sea dog pills would be bullied by a little girl who was not even out of the cradle.
"Little girl, I didn't realize you're so fierce."
Lorne leaned over and gently picked up the swaddling clothes on the ground, then he stretched out his fingers to tease the baby girl's tender face, chuckling softly.
I don’t know if she was annoyed or was really hungry, but the fierce-looking baby girl bit the finger that was playing tricks on her face and bit it hard.
However, since the baby's milk teeth had not yet grown, Lorne's finger, which was wrapped in the baby's small mouth, not only did not feel any pain, but instead felt a tingling and tingling sucking sensation.
The counterattack without any deterrent effect made Luo En want to laugh even more. He then raised his head and looked around. After confirming that there was no one around, he looked at the baby in his arms, and a trace of pity flashed in his eyes.
Apparently, this was probably an abandoned baby thrown into the forest because its parents were unwilling to raise it.
Just judging from the fabric and pattern of the swaddling clothes, the child does not seem to come from a poor family. Could it be that he was abandoned because the family could not afford to raise him?
Just as Loen was feeling confused, he heard a few subtle sounds of surging air in the distance, which made him narrow his eyes suddenly. He immediately stepped on the ground, and the invisible light wheel behind him started to rotate. The golden shadow of the "Bull" instantly enveloped his body.
“Dangdangdang!”
Accompanied by a crisp sound of metal clashing, several bronze arrows shot out from the darkness, were bent and bounced away.
"Who? Come out!"
Realizing that he had no good intentions, Loen held the baby in his arms, shouted coldly, and stomped his foot hard on the ground.
Suddenly, the shadow of the Bull raised its head and roared, stomping its four hooves on the ground, and the powerful divine power spread forward with the trembling of the earth.
Trees along the way fell to the ground with a loud bang, and the sound of chaotic hooves came from the darkness.
With the help of the silver light from the full moon, through the dense smoke and dust, Loen suddenly saw hundreds of monsters with the lower body of a horse with four hooves, and the upper body of a human, wearing bronze armor, holding bows, arrows, guns and axes, gathering around him, staring at him covetously.
Centaurs?
The names of these things appeared in Loen's mind and his face darkened.
The Centaurs, also known as the Centaurs, are mixed-race descendants of gods who have existed since the time of the Titan King Cronus. They live in a mountainous area called Thessaly and Arcadia between the Pindas Mountains in east-central Greece and the Aegean Sea. They are violent, lustful, and love fighting and looting. They often break into human settlements, snatch beautiful women of the opposite sex back to their nests, and mate.
Therefore, they were a notorious group in the Greek Age of Gods.
What made Lorne unhappy was that the Centaurs were described by poets as followers of Dionysus, the god of wine, because of their debauchery and lust...
There is also the goat man and Pan, who are known for their sexual desires and are said to be his vassals…
It is true that God is sitting at home and the pot comes from the sky.
What the hell do I have to do with these things? Don't blame me for being lustful and drunk, okay?
Just as Loen was complaining in his heart, a dry and awkward common language came from the darkness.
"Don't... kill the males! There are a lot of women... in the village ahead... take them back!"
A tall centaur wearing a golden helmet, who seemed to be the leader, gave the order in a muffled voice.
As the indigenous inhabitants of the land, they had already detected the commotion caused by those outsiders long ago.
With so many beautiful women coming to our doorstep and setting up camp right here in a swaggering manner, it would be a shame to the simple folk customs of Arcadia if we didn't treat these lovely strangers well at night.
(End of this chapter)
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