Chapter 155 The road to NTR is still long
As the night deepened, a cool breeze blew through the valley and a bright bonfire danced happily in the darkness.
With the addition of fresh ingredients and condiments, more delicious food was quickly baked, and the gods who gathered for the meal ate to their heart's content.
And Loen, the god of wine, also took the opportunity to take out his newly brewed wine and share it with the two main gods and the surrounding nymphs and muses.
Apollo was initially dismissive of this new drink called "wine", but with his sister Artemis' strong recommendation, he couldn't lose face in public, so he tried a few sips with reluctance.
After a few drinks, the sweet and mellow taste and the wonderful feeling of being tipsy made the God of Light close his mouth that was ready to criticize, and the frequency of raising the glass in his hand increased.
Although he had some complaints about a certain annoying guy, as a self-righteous god of art, his taste was still good.
Besides, even if he wanted to make trouble, the nymphs and muses beside him, whose faces were flushed from drinking, would not listen to his advice.
After three or five glasses of wine, the goddesses, who had tasted the wine for the first time, gradually began to feel a little drunk, and their behavior and attitude became more hearty and unrestrained.
The biggest changes among them are undoubtedly the nine Muses who always maintain their elegance in front of people.
Catalysed by the divine wine, the nine graceful girls indulged themselves wantonly, sometimes dancing wildly in pairs in front of the fire; sometimes raising their wine glasses and singing in tuneless voices; sometimes laughing and playing with the nymphs around them.
For a moment, her clothes fluttered, and the whiteness of her skin was revealed under the skirt, revealing a hazy temptation, which was very pleasing to the eye.
Lorne leaned against the fire, admiring the beautiful scenery with great interest. With a bit of evil humor, he also offered a glass of wine to Atalanta in his arms.
Amid the teasing laughter of some unscrupulous god, the little girl, who had been making a lot of noise for a while, fell asleep with a flushed face, bringing more joy to the onlookers.
However, in the lively and noisy atmosphere, Apollo's face gradually became a little unsightly, and he was particularly dissatisfied with the nine Muses who were indulging themselves in front of him.
As the god of art, he firmly believes that art is elegant and beautiful.
Instead of relying on her graceful figure and wonderful voice, dancing in a seductive way, singing out-of-tune songs, and playing around and making trouble like what is happening now.
They are simply tarnishing the word "art"!
——It’s all this guy’s fault!
The God of Light looked at the culprit standing aside and felt unhappy.
Sensing the familiar gaze filled with hostility and disdain falling on him, Lorne smiled indifferently and continued to do his own thing, raising his glass and sincerely cheering for the Muses dancing on the stage.
The original form of art is a way for life to entertain itself, and there is no distinction between high and low.
Similarly, the nine Muses, who were born out of art, were definitely not the elegant ladies who put on airs like they are today.
Hesykes recorded in the Greek Dictionary that the Muses were once called "mad" or "stormy." Because they were once dominated by Dionysus, the god of wine, and were also his playmates during his wanderings, the Muses were portrayed as crazy bad girls who wanted to tear anyone apart at any time, a bit like the original version of the Dionysus. Therefore, Dionysus, who led the crazy and chaotic Muses, was named [Musagetes], which means "the head of the Muses."
Later, the Muses needed to be transformed and were dominated by Apollo, the god of the sun and art. Therefore, the name Musagetes belonged to Apollo. Apollo thought that the crazy and rude behavior of the Muses did not match his gentle temperament, but the Muses were very malleable. Under Apollo's leadership, the Muses became as noble and elegant as Apollo.
But their nature remains unchanged. There are times when they are irritated and times when they indulge in external pleasures.
They are not puppets or cultural symbols that can be shaped by anyone, but a group of beautiful, elegant and energetic young literary goddesses in the secular sense.
So, after Loen served them fine wine and let them drink it, these Muses, who had been suppressed for a long time under Apollo, took advantage of the wine and showed their true selves.
And in the pure joy, the smiling god of wine is obviously more approachable than the god of light who has a sullen face and is always ready to criticize literature and art.
There was even a bold muse who wanted to pull Lorne up from his seat and dance with him.
However, when the bold Muse saw the goddess of hunting playing with a sharp arrow with a subtle smile, and the god of light with a face as black as the bottom of a pot and a sign of thunder between his brows, he sobered up immediately and retreated in fear.
Therefore, Ntr still has a long way to go.
Luo En, who saw everything, muttered to himself.
"boom!"
Just as the festive atmosphere of the banquet was becoming more and more heated, a dull explosion was heard from the dense forest in the distance of the valley, and dust and black smoke rose high.
Suddenly, the noise on the field stopped abruptly. The gods couldn't help but look stern. They subconsciously showed their magic weapons and went into alert.
"Don't panic!"
Loen looked up at the direction of the explosion, put his hands together, and explained in a deep voice.
"It seems that the magic trap I set outside has been triggered?"
"?"
The gods were stunned and looked at the god of wine in surprise.
Lorne smiled and said, "Didn't we just encounter a Centaur raid on our camp? I'm worried that some weird creatures might come out of the mountain and attack you tonight, so I buried some magic traps outside to prepare for any eventuality."
Come to think of it, he kind of wanted to complain about the vigilance of these nymphs and muses.
They set up camp without even a sentry post or magic trap. If they were not strong enough and had the support of the two main gods behind them, the mountain people and monsters of Arcadia would have more or less let them experience the warm hospitality of the locals.
The Centaur tribe that almost approached the camp just now is the best example.
Although it's not a serious danger, it would be a bit of a bummer to be harassed all night.
However, while Loen was complaining in his heart, the nymphs and muses heard another key point from his words, and big question marks popped up in their minds.
Some?
“BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM!”
At the same time, as if to verify their guess, explosions came one after another from the distant valley entrance, and the number of explosions was at least hundreds.
There was also a faint sound of miserable and strange screaming.
Now, the looks that the nymphs and muses gave the god of wine in front of them gradually became a little weird.
At this moment, Loen, who was the focus of everyone's attention, pointed to the valley entrance where thick smoke was billowing and gave a friendly reminder.
"Well, it looks like it's coming for us, not a beast..."
Those four-legged beasts?
For a moment, the gods couldn't help but think of this possibility, their faces turned cold, and immediately, with the alcohol rising in them, they picked up their own divine weapons and quickly surrounded the valley entrance.
Tsk tsk, how can I put it, he is really stubborn...
While admiring the simple folk customs of Arcadia, Lorne silently mourned for those unlucky people who had run into the gun barrel.
A quarter of an hour later, the nymphs, who were good at hunting, pulled their nets and dragged a strange creature that kept struggling and begging for mercy to the fire in front of the camp.
"Meh! Stop! Stop! Stop hitting me. If you continue hitting me, I'll die..."
The thing had a human head and body, and the legs, horns and ears of a goat. It was holding its head with both hands and making a whining sound similar to that of a sheep. Its hair was burnt in many places, and it had an arrow in its butt. It looked quite miserable.
And seeing the strange appearance of the captured person in the firelight, Artemis, who was sitting in front of the fire, couldn't help but be slightly stunned.
"Pan? Why is it you?"
Pan is the shepherd god in Greek mythology, the son of the messenger Hermes. He is in charge of shepherding, nature, mountains and countryside. He is accompanied by natural nymphs and belongs to the natural god system of Arcadia.
Legend has it that its existence is very old, having appeared during the Titan War. In ancient Greek mythology, the half-man, half-goat Pan is a symbol of creativity, music, poetry and sex, but also a sign of panic and nightmares.
But this thing is extremely lustful by nature. It often hides in the bushes, waiting for the natural nymphs to pass by, and then goes forward to woo them madly, similar to a habitually crazy pervert. Therefore, it does not have a very good reputation among the gods, especially the female gods.
"Lady Artemis?"
At this moment, hearing that somewhat familiar voice, Pan in the net bag almost cried out with excitement and hurriedly explained.
"I heard that a group of extraordinary hunters came to the forest of Arcadia, so I came to visit them. As a result, I accidentally touched the trap outside. Before I could react, I was caught by the nymphs that appeared in the forest..."
As he said this, the half-man, half-goat god Pan glanced at the ferocious nymphs around him, gnashing his teeth and asking Artemis for help.
"Sir, please make them stop. If they don't stop, I will be left with only a few pieces of skin to protect..."
Because they had drunk some wine, these hunting nymphs were ruthless in their attacks. They punched and kicked the unknown creature that broke into the camp, venting their excessive energy.
But when she saw that the person coming was Pan, the son of Hermes, who had once kindly sent her a batch of hunting dogs, the goddess of hunting was at a loss whether to laugh or cry. She subconsciously raised her hand, wanting to order the nymph servants to untie the net bag.
"Why? You're not going to visit me on the main road?"
At this time, accompanied by a casual teasing, Loen walked forward with a smile and poked Pan's horns curiously.
Naturally, the magic traps he set up could not be placed directly on the main road to block his own entrances and exits, so they were basically set in some hidden corners.
Artemis raised her eyebrows slightly, lowered her raised hand, and looked at Pan with a more scrutinizing look.
"I walk around the mountains of Arcadia hundreds of times every day, so I don't care about the main roads or small roads. I was just walking along the firelight, but I heard the beautiful singing of the Muses halfway. I was so enchanted that I turned into the woods beside me..."
Pan quickly complained for himself, and after telling about his previous experiences with a few compliments, he immediately changed the subject, his face full of grief and indignation as he made an inexplicable accusation.
"Who knew someone would have set up so many magic traps in there? They almost blew me up right at the doorstep."
Burying so many magic traps at the doorstep of someone's house to blow up the owner does seem a bit unkind, right?
For a moment, the nymphs and muses all looked at the culprit.
(End of this chapter)
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