Chapter 197 Sister Ya, please don't! (4.2k)
A few days later, at the God of War Mountain.
In the afternoon, in a secluded house somewhere, a newly appointed young Athens judge sat at a long table in the courtyard, flipping through a thick stack of case files in his hands, writing down the contents of the verdict and sentencing, and making simple records.
After working for three or four hours, the file was finally finished.
Sitting at the table, Loen looked at the dozens of pages of parchment covered with dense handwriting in his hands. After patiently reviewing and revising them again, he threw the fruits of his labor aside and prepared to hand them over to Astraia tomorrow as a reference for compiling relevant laws.
Now, at the enthusiastic invitation of Athena, the second-generation goddess of justice has entered the Academy of Athens and began the preliminary compilation of written laws.
But all things are difficult at the beginning. In an era where "the bigger the fist, the more right it is", pursuing the improvement of the judiciary is a very difficult task.
First of all, the lack of legal talents and weak legal awareness is a big problem.
As the successor of Minos, the former clerk of Crete and judge of the underworld, and the guide who lured Astraea to Athens, Loen had to accept the appointment as the Athenian legal official, reviewing the case files every day and summarizing the customary laws over the years.
However, you won’t know until you see it.
When Loen really looked through the case files in Athens, he realized how primitive the current laws were. Even the sentencing was based on "arbitrariness" and had nothing to do with the so-called "fairness and justice."
The crime of laziness and stealing vegetables was punishable by death...
The master killed the slave, either for no fault of his own, or by paying off the debt with a sheep, or by offering a cow as a sacrifice to the gods...
Those who can provide their own weapons have citizenship rights, can file accusations and receive formal trials; those who cannot provide their own weapons have no citizenship rights, and when they encounter problems, they are often lynched by people of higher status...
As for the upper class of God-blood nobles and city builders, they have criminal immunity in the secular sense...
In short, these customary laws that were difficult to define standards gave Loen a headache. After several deletions and revisions, he was able to barely come up with a few usable ones.
Although it is very different from what I expected, it is good enough to get the job done tomorrow.
After finishing the summary of customary law at hand, Loen took a brief rest, then took out a few sheets of parchment and began to write tonight's fable.
There is no way, the Temple of Memory is still urging me to submit the manuscript.
Now even the nine Muses, with nothing to do, have become fans of "The Aesopian Tales" together with their mother Mnemosyne, waiting for his updates every day.
He worked for more than half an hour, until the sun set and the faint light of fluorite illuminated the darkness around him. Only then did Loen finally stop writing, picked up a few pieces of tender lamb on the plate and threw them into the air.
“Gu~Gugu!”
With a crisp cry, two snow-white owls flew down from the treetops, grabbed the lamb thrown up, and landed on the table to devour it.
"Send this copy to the Temple of Memory and the other to Hestia's mansion."
Loen separated the two volumes of fable manuscripts filled with text, put them into two letter tubes, sealed them with wax, then patted the two messengers on the head and gave them patient instructions.
These two have different functions.
One copy was for Mnemosyne and the nine Muses to entertain them, and in the accompanying letter he was also secretly urging the goddess of memory to pay the royalties and send the nine Muses to Athens as soon as possible to reunite with him.
There is no other way. Editing a book requires enormous energy and manpower. It is too much for him to do it alone.
The nine Muses in the Temple of Memory were idle anyway, so they might as well come and work for him, perfecting the previous "Theogony" and "Divine Word", and helping Athens to compile grammar.
Although it is not known how Artemis's persuasion of Apollo is going, and whether Mnemosyne will release him, it always makes sense to try.
The other copy was a public reading material given to Athena, Medusa and others by Hestia.
What is worrying is not the scarcity but the inequality.
In order to avoid future accidents, the emotions of both parties must be taken care of in advance.
This is the practical experience that Loen summed up after suffering a lot of losses.
Soon, after receiving their wages, the two owls burped, then contentedly grabbed the two mailboxes and flapped their wings to fly into the vast night.
Not until the two little creatures completely disappeared from his sight did Loen heave a long sigh of relief and lay back in his chair to relax a little.
After all this trouble, even though I have a divine body, I can't help but feel physically and mentally exhausted.
But there is no other way. Although the effects of both kidney and heart are slow and costly, the advantage is that the side effects are small.
Before he even wanted to finish his work, he was chopped to pieces by the women around him.
Especially Athena!
Ever since he had successively recruited Hecate, Circe, Astraea and several others from outside, the goddess of wisdom had been looking at him strangely recently.
After bribing Nikki with a few skewers of barbecue and a bottle of chilled wine, the little girl secretly told him:
——Athena has been squatting in Hestia's yard recently to sharpen her spear, and she smiles at the air from time to time while sharpening it...
——In short, it’s very creepy…
Not to mention Nikki, the person involved, even Lorne felt a little scared when he heard it.
So he didn't dare to stay in Hestia's mansion any longer, and moved out alone. He spent all day busying himself with the construction of the rule of law in Athens under the pretext of official business.
Athena has a good advantage: she clearly distinguishes between public and private affairs.
As long as it is business, she rarely puts personal interests above work.
Therefore, although Loen was busy all day, he lived a peaceful life.
But this is not a solution. How about finding an opportunity to reconnect with Sister Ya?
But for safety's sake, it's best to bring Hestia along as well...
"Aa ...
Just as Loen was muttering to himself, a petite figure squeezed in through the crack in the door under the moonlight.
The iconic pointed ears and lavender hair under the hood, coupled with the figure of an elementary school student, are obviously the little princess Medea of the Kingdom of Colchis.
The witch, who had not yet become famous at this time, stood in the yard with a basket in her hand, looking a little embarrassed as she looked at her fellow disciples behind the table.
"Auntie refused to eat and said that if she wasn't let out, she would go on a hunger strike!"
Loen glanced at the full basket, looked up and sneered.
"So you're so stubborn? Well, leave the food here and let her starve for a few days!"
"Isn't this a bit bad?"
Upon hearing this, little Medea couldn't help but hesitate.
"Don't worry about her. She'll calm down after she's had enough of her trouble." Lorne said, taking out another transcribed fable from the table and handing it over with a smile. "I wrote this today. See if you like it."
"Okay!" Little Medea's eyes suddenly lit up. She grabbed a few pages of parchment and trotted into the house, completely forgetting her aunt.
He is still a child after all.
Looking at the delighted expression of a certain young witch, a fellow disciple who was obviously more mature and stable (and insidious and cunning) secretly shook his head and commented.
Obviously, the reason why this girl was willing to run errands for him and go to the prison to deliver a big bowl of prison food to Circe every day was not out of filial piety or teacher-disciple friendship, but simply because she could see the updates of the fables first.
However, thinking about how Circe sold her apprentice as bait when she ran away due to a disagreement, Loen felt relieved.
That silly bird doesn't have much moral integrity as a teacher. Does she expect her disciples to respect her?
Luo En put down the file in his hand, and thought of the scene when they first met at the foot of the God of War Mountain. He couldn't help but face darkening again.
It's amazing that she could come to Athena's territory to sell cakes with added ingredients!
Moreover, she had offended four gods in succession, namely Stheno, Euryale, Nike and Chiron. If I had not been there at the time and saved her in the name of a public trial, that stupid bird might have been beaten to death by those angry victims.
Fortunately, Astraea understood what he meant and temporarily threw Circe into the dungeon of the Acropolis on the grounds that the case was complicated.
But judging by the time, this case should have a result.
After a brief thought, Loen picked up the basket full of snacks on the table, and in the bright night, he came to the house where Astraea lived and knocked on the door.
Along with the sound of the door hinge turning, the goddess of justice, with moist vapor all over her body, walked out.
Seeing the long golden hair stained with water droplets and the blue translucent thin cloth on Astraea's body that was almost attached to her lines, Loen couldn't help but look away and coughed slightly.
"In the bath?"
"It's okay, I've already washed it."
Astraea nodded gracefully, then took the initiative to invite the visitor outside into the house, asking questions as they walked.
"What's the matter that brings you to see me so late?"
"Nothing much, just a case about the witch Circe selling dangerous food. The case is clear and the evidence is sufficient, so it should be closed."
Luo En sat at the stone table in the yard and stated his purpose directly.
Astraea glanced at the snacks on the table and frowned unconsciously.
"So how do you think the sentence should be?"
“They must perform three to six months of hard labor, restore the damaged buildings to their original state, and compensate the victims for their economic and mental losses.”
Lorne thought about it, then added.
"Also, she is prohibited from selling any unapproved food in Athens, and her guardianship of Medea is taken away from her. I will be in charge of her."
"Then do as you say."
Astraea nodded slightly in agreement when she heard this, her brows relaxed, and she lowered her eyes to look at the open draft of the written law on the table. Her eyes swept over several of the details and a satisfied smile appeared on her face.
There is no partiality or abuse of power, which is rare...
The goal was achieved and Loen was also very satisfied.
Such a sentence can, on the one hand, prevent Stheno, Euryale, Nikki and other little guys from causing trouble, so as to prevent Circe from being beaten to death after being released from prison.
On the other hand, the six-month sentence was neither long nor short, as it just happened to be the period during which Hecate was trying to fill the vacancy in the underworld.
In this way, even if the master gained nothing in Corinth and did not find the kidnapped god of death, and came to Mount Ares to visit him in the future, he, Athena and Hestia would have enough reasons to leave that silly bird Circe in Athens.
After all, even if they wanted her to go back to work on Aiyu Island, they would have to wait until Circe finished her sentence.
And for that silly bird, the work of doing labor and repairing the city wall was too easy.
I guess the compensation would be the only thing that would hurt her a little.
If there is a huge difference in the end, the worst that can happen is that I can make up for it myself.
Loen went over everything carefully in his mind again, and after confirming that there was nothing missing, he breathed a sigh of relief. He glanced at the basket of cakes on the table and secretly complained in his heart.
In order to have the best of both worlds, he worried about this silly bird so much, but the woman didn't even appreciate it.
Forget it, you don’t want to eat it, right?
If you don’t eat it, I will!
Loen picked up a piece of pastry and bit it hard as if to vent his anger. Then he spread out a piece of parchment and wrote down the result of their joint discussion with a homemade quill pen dipped in ink. He solemnly signed his real name as the judge, and then handed the pen to the goddess of justice who was in charge of the trial.
"If there is no objection, let's sign it."
Astraea nodded, reached out to take the quill, and naturally wrote down her divine name.
However, just when she had written halfway, the goddess of justice seemed to realize something. She paused, quickly crossed out the previous few characters, and re-wrote the name of the god Αστραια (Asteria).
"Well, I'll take the case closing document first, and I'll hand over the results to the executive officer tomorrow morning."
Lorne smiled, picked up the parchment with the ink still wet on it, put it in his arms, then stood up and said goodbye.
Astraea opened her mouth, as if she wanted to say something to keep him, but before she could say anything, the figure had already walked away in the moonlight.
I was careless...
The goddess of justice looked at the ink remaining on her hand, with a hint of regret in her eyes.
However, it’s just a small typo, it shouldn’t be that easy to detect, right?
The goddess of justice comforted herself secretly, then closed her eyes, raised the thumb of her right hand, and turned the golden scales at both ends of the Sword of Judgment 180 degrees.
Suddenly, the obscure and vast aura in the darkness, like the starry sky, disappeared in an instant.
When his eyes closed and opened again, what replaced them was an indomitable spirit.
"Huh, there's food? It looks like it's an offering specially used to worship the gods at the sacrificial site!"
Astraea's eyes lit up when she looked at the exquisite pastries in the basket. She immediately grabbed a piece and stuffed it into her mouth, devouring it with relish.
At the same time, on a certain road.
Loen stopped and took out the case file from his arms. In the bright moonlight, he scanned the dark stain inch by inch.
Because it was smeared so severely, the original handwriting can no longer be distinguished.
But Lorne vaguely remembered the first three letters.
"Θεμ..."
It is understandable to write one wrong, but it is obviously unlikely that the first letter and the following two letters are wrong.
Combined with the various strange behaviors of the goddess of justice before and her performance just now, Loen already had a vague answer in his mind.
Θεμι?
It's really her...
No wonder that woman Hecate didn't dare to do anything wrong that night.
Loen sniffed the sweet scent in the air and looked back at the residence of the goddess of justice under the night sky, a teasing smile appearing on his cheeks in the darkness.
Does this meal taste good, Master Themis?
With a happy mood, Loen stuffed the case file into his arms and strode into the house under the moonlight.
However, just as he opened the door, a tall figure standing in the courtyard turned his head, wiped the shiny gun of victory, smiled at him, revealing eight neat and white teeth.
"You're back? From Astraea, right?"
"Gurgle~"
Looking at Athena walking towards him step by step, Loen's Adam's apple moved and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.
(End of this chapter)
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