Chapter 171 I choose, I want them all! (Completed with 6k a day, please vote)
She was an elegant lady, with facial features that revealed intelligence and harmony. Her long flaxen hair fell over her shoulders, and her white robe was worn loosely on her body, without deliberately highlighting her feminine beauty and fullness. From a distance, her figure, who was reading a book, looked more like a scholar than a goddess.
"Aren't you in Olympus? How did you come to my temple?"
The calm voice echoed in the temple, and his deep blue eyes swept over the daughters on the field, his brows slightly frowned.
"Besides, why did even the aura change?"
Hearing this, the Muses breathed a sigh of relief.
Obviously, the Mother Goddess did not intend to exclude them.
After getting this definite answer, the Muses calmed themselves down, mustered up their courage, and truthfully told their mother, the goddess of memory Mnemosyne, about their experiences along the way.
After listening to her daughters' chattering, even Mnemosyne, who was always calm, couldn't help but change her expression slightly.
"You broke up with Apollo?"
"It's because he went too far!"
Erato waved his fist and made an indignant accusation, and the other Muses nodded in agreement.
Looking at this group of young and energetic daughters, the goddess of memory closed the book and asked expressionlessly.
"It seems that you are not afraid of Apollo's accountability?"
"No, I'm not afraid..."
The Muses heard their mother's unfriendly tone and gritted their teeth and responded.
"Then why did you come to me? According to the oath of the Styx, the Titans cannot easily interfere in the affairs of Olympus."
The Goddess of Memory spoke calmly, looked deeply at her daughters in the temple, and continued to question.
"So, do you want me to find a god that suits your needs to serve you? Jealous Hera? Slippery Hermes? Angry Ares? Hephaestus who only knows how to forge iron? Or Athena who can't even protect herself?"
Obviously, there are some things on Olympus that Mnemosyne is not unaware of, but she has never said them.
Faced with the mother's expressionless question, the Muses were even more speechless.
How could they not know that compared to the other eleven gods of Olympus, Apollo was the best choice at the time.
In order to allow the god of light to take better care of them and not force them to do things they don't want to do, mother Mnemosyne also gave Apollo the power of "Oracle" in the divinity of memory and language.
But after living in peace for so many years, they finally messed things up because of a momentary impulse.
If I had known...
"It's not their fault!"
Just as the hearts of the Muses were gradually overwhelmed by regret and confusion, accompanied by a sonorous response, Lorne stepped forward and spoke righteously.
"This incident was all caused by me, so I am willing to take responsibility for it!"
Seeing the tall figure standing in front of them and listening to the solemn assurance, the Muses were extremely moved, and their hearts seemed to melt and be immersed in warmth.
Lord Bacchus, he really...
However, unlike her confused daughters, the Goddess of Memory sneered and shook her head at the shameless young god in front of her.
"You? What can you do?"
"I can persuade Apollo to keep the secret..."
The meaningful silence made Mnemosyne, who had originally not paid much attention, suddenly raise her eyebrows and become interested.
Seeing this, Loen struck while the iron was hot and told us his strategy.
"Being abandoned by one's own subordinate god is not a glorious thing. Fortunately, I, the nine muses, and Apollo were the only people who knew about this. According to the character of the god of light, he would definitely not want to expose his own ugliness, not to mention that he was the one who made the mistake first..."
Upon hearing this, the Muses nodded in agreement.
And then, Loen spoke.
"In theory, as long as the Muses and I don't spread this matter, no one will know about it easily. By then, although the Muses have cut ties with Apollo, they are still subordinate gods of the God of Light on the surface. The gods of Olympus who know nothing about this will not easily break the balance."
After listening to Loen's plan, the Muses suddenly felt enlightened and the problem did not seem as serious as they had imagined.
However, the goddess of memory behind the desk saw through the problem at a glance.
"Will Apollo agree?"
"You are going in the wrong direction. I am the one who is least affected by the whole incident. He is the one who wants to keep the secret, and keeping a secret always requires a price. If he doesn't want the fact that he, as the main god, was abandoned by the subordinate gods to be known to everyone, he should know what to do."
Loen looked up and made eye contact with the goddess of memory. He smiled and then added something.
"Besides, I have always had a good relationship with Lady Artemis. I will ask the goddess of hunting to persuade her brother. After all, the competition among the gods is so fierce, and he has just offended many people. He probably doesn't want to make things difficult for his brother and sister in Olympus because of his loss of power, right?"
The goddess of memory listened attentively, considered it carefully, and nodded slightly.
That's true. Under the coercion of a bad person, keeping a secret together and pretending that nothing happened is a good outcome for everyone.
But the problem is——
"Aren't you afraid that he will hate you to the core?"
Mnemosyne looked at the new god in front of him and asked quietly.
She knew the character of the Greek gods too well. Even if she could endure the anger for a while, they would never let it go behind their backs.
After this incident, Apollo was forced to swallow the blood and grit his teeth.
Her Muses can get themselves out of this trouble, but the God of Light will definitely hate the guy in front of him.
In response to the question from the Goddess of Memory, Loen straightened his chest and looked calm.
"If Apollo is seeking responsibility, let him come to me."
Then he turned around and looked at the muses behind him with a warm smile.
"Besides, I promised to take good care of them. This is my responsibility..."
——Lord Bacchus!
Hearing the solemn promise and seeing the commitment to keep their words, the emotional muses all had tears in their eyes and wished they could throw themselves into the arms of this male god.
Even the indifferent goddess of memory had a softer look in her eyes when she looked at the man in front of her.
However, Mnemosyne, who had experienced the Titan War, still retained a lot of rationality.
"Well, go ahead and do it. They will stay in my temple for now. When things are settled, I will send them to Olympus."
Then, the goddess of memory looked at Lorne carefully with a mother-in-law's eyes looking at her son-in-law, and smiled.
"By then, I'm afraid they will still need your care."
Obviously, based on the reactions of several people, she also vaguely guessed something was going on.
"I will do my best!"
As usual, Loen made a solemn promise. He remained calm on the surface, but in his heart he was secretly criticizing the goddess of memory.
You speak nicely, but you're not the kind of person who'll release the eagle until you see the rabbit.
To put it bluntly, this was just agreeing to let me explore the way, settle things for her Muse daughters, and attract Apollo's hatred by the way.
As for what happens in the future, we’ll talk about it later.
At this moment, understanding Mnemosyne's intention, Loen was not panicked. He smiled and took out two books from the magic circle and placed them on the table with an embarrassed smile.
"Your Highness, this trip is quite urgent, and I haven't prepared any presentable gifts..."
As the goddess of memory, she is naturally close to books.
Without waiting for Loen to finish speaking, Mnemosyne subconsciously opened the old cover and began to read.
Looking at the timeless and beautiful words and magnificent descriptions in the book, the beautiful eyes of the goddess of memory were shining brightly. She couldn't help but flip through the pages quickly, immersed in the joy of reading.
However, not long after, this long-lost enjoyment came to an abrupt end.
Because both books have reached the end.
"What's next?" The goddess of memory looked at the large blank space behind, feeling like there was something stuck in her throat, and asked impatiently.
"That's all..." Luo En spread his hands, looking very innocent.
"No more?" The goddess of memory was a little mad, and she wanted to find the unscrupulous author who had stopped writing and beat him up. "Who wrote it? Why didn't you finish it?!"
Loen coughed dryly, pointed at himself and the muses around him, and smiled helplessly.
"I'm sorry, goddess, if you want to wait for us to finish the manuscript, I'm afraid it will take some time."
"you?"
Hearing this unexpected answer, the Goddess of Memory looked in surprise at the half-finished [Divine Genealogy] and [Holy Word] in her hands.
Loen nodded slightly, played the helpless role well, and waited for the moment to make an offer.
If you want me to arouse Apollo's hatred and solve your daughter's troubles, you should give me some actual compensation, right? Madam?
The cunning purple eyes flickered quietly, and the invisible gaze stayed on the goddess of memory for a moment, revealing a hint of profound meaning.
In Orphism, which is the origin of Dionysianism, Mnemosyne is one of the most important gods.
Because memory has a special and fundamental meaning for Orphic believers. The memory here is obviously not the memory of ordinary trivialities, but the memory of the true origin and living conditions of human beings. Remembering that man has a part of the earth of the Titans, and this part hides the divine origin of man and his birth with cosmic significance - as the fragment of Potelia says:
"You shall tell them, 'I am the son of the earth and the starry sky. I am a descendant of the gods. You all know that.'"
This memory is truly inevitable and can save the dead.
Because, in Dionysus, humans were born from the ashes of Titans and were born with divinity, so they did not need to work for the gods!
If one wants to integrate this outrageous idea into the human soul and make it come true, one needs to rely on the authority of the Goddess of Memory.
——Legend has it that Mnemosyne controls two holy springs.
One of the springs can allow the soul to retain eternal knowledge and memory, allowing all the dead to live without surrender and die without extinction!
So, whether it is the nine muses who tamper with history or the goddess of memory who controls the holy spring.
——He chooses, he wants them all!
At this moment, after some ideological struggle, Mnemosyne looked at the two manuscripts clenched in his hands and finally made up his mind.
"Okay, you stay for a few days. I will forge the [Crown of Spiritual Thought] for you here!"
Although for safety reasons the daughters could not be allowed to go out on adventures, it would not be a problem to bestow a portion of the divinity of the Muse that each of them possessed on this outstanding author so that he could continue to complete these two masterpieces.
After hearing the promise from the goddess of memory, the evil wolf who broke into the room continued to disguise himself as a harmless little white rabbit, revealing a bright and sincere smile.
"Okay, I'll listen to you!"
The Muses standing by couldn't help but feel delighted, their eyes sparkling with excitement.
To forge the [Crown of Spiritual Thought], they needed to use their divinity. Doesn't this mean that Mother had tacitly acknowledged the relationship between them and Master Dionysus? She agreed that they could get close to each other?
After analyzing the answer, the Muses cheered and rushed forward, either holding hands or grabbing the corners of clothes, and couldn't wait to surround the [righteous] and [noble] God of Wine, excitedly taking him to tour the entire Temple of Memory, and chattering to him about the various collections in the temple along the way.
These damn girls...
Looking at the deserted main hall and the deserted surroundings again, the goddess of memory shook her head, reached out to open the two books on the table, and read them again with great interest.
A breeze blew through the hall, blowing one of the loose shoulder straps off her crystal skin, revealing her delicate collarbone and flawless white arms.
(End of this chapter)
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