Chapter 262: The Widow Cannot Be Touched
The next day, night.
"Where's the wine?"
“No more.”
"Don't try to lie to me. You clearly have two bottles of honey wine in your arms."
"You're not injured yet, so don't drink anymore."
"I want to drink..."
The lady spoke softly, staring intently at Lorne in front of her.
In the end, Loen was defeated and had to hand over his private collection.
Watching the lady skillfully pull out the cork and drink the wine with a frown on her face, Lorne sighed helplessly.
It wasn't that he felt bad for the wine, he just felt that he, a friend of women, seemed to have encountered a difficult patient.
Obviously, this lady didn't really like the taste of wine, she just had been wearing the mask for too long and it was difficult to take off.
Therefore, she needs to numb herself with alcohol, break through her reserved and dignified side when she is sober, and express the negative emotions that she has suppressed for a long time.
A noble lady can be turned into a shrew in an instant. One can imagine how deep her resentment towards her deceased husband is.
Watching the other party finish two pots of wine and then stand up shakily, Loen rubbed his forehead in frustration.
Well, I can’t sleep well tonight.
However, the expected storm did not come, and a beautiful head crashed into his arms.
Lorne wanted to push her away, but as his chest felt wet, he finally put his hand on the lady's back and patted it gently in silence.
The stronger a person or thing appears to be, the more complete their weakness will be once collapse comes.
Considering the proud self-esteem of such people, pity is full of insults to them.
Therefore, there is no need for too much comfort and expression. Just give them a small fulcrum, stand quietly, and let them adjust themselves.
After an unknown amount of time, the noble lady's shoulders stopped moving, and she fell into a deep sleep, leaning against the warm chest.
In the early morning, the crisp sound of birds singing woke Lorne from his sleep. He opened his eyes and glanced at the familiar blanket on his body, then his gaze shifted to the graceful figure standing by the river.
"What are you doing?"
The lady turned around and answered calmly.
"See how the sun rises and how the water flows, just as you said."
Lorne smiled slightly, stretched, stood up and walked forward to ask.
"How does that feel?"
"Not very good."
The lady shook her head and looked at Lorne beside her.
"Is this method really useful? Why do I feel like you are lying to me?"
"I let you see the scenery because I hope you can relax and find more fun in life, not because I want you to complete a task."
Loen explained with a helpless smile, then picked up a stone from the ground and threw it into the lake.
Suddenly, the rotating and accelerating stones stirred up a series of splashes on the lake surface and rushed all the way to the other side.
"Oh yeah, 137, a new record!"
Lorne clenched his hands with a little excitement and cheered happily.
The lady next to her glanced at Lorne and snorted with disdain.
"childish!"
She couldn't understand why a descendant of God would lose his composure to such an extent over a child's game.
Loen ignored the lady's contemptuous look and handed over a stone with a smile.
"Not convinced? Why don't you try it? This is a skill I have practiced hard. It's not easy to beat me in this aspect."
"boring……"
"You don't dare?"
"snort!"
The proud lady naturally couldn't stand the provocation. She snatched the stone from Loen's hand and threw it into the lake.
As a result, the stone hit the water surface obliquely, making dozens of splashes, and then flew into the woods on the opposite bank.
"Haha, see, I won."
It was such a simple game, but she was defeated miserably. The lady felt embarrassed for a moment and snorted coldly and turned away.
"Have you had enough fun? I'm about to set off."
"Don't move yet!"
Along with a low whisper, a figure came closer, with his hands on her waist and behind her right arm.
"How to play? I'll teach you. Come on, stand with your feet shoulder-width apart, lean your body slightly forward, and hold the edge of the stone tightly with your thumb and index finger. This way you can better control the flight trajectory and force of the stone..."
Under Loen's careful instruction and hands-on demonstration, the lady's stiff body gradually softened, her waist twisted with the instructor's traction, and then her two right arms, which were crossed together, were swung forward suddenly.
Suddenly, a series of splashes appeared on the surface of the lake.
"108, not bad."
The man behind her complimented with a grin, and the lady simultaneously raised the corners of her lips, admiring the masterpiece she had left behind.
"See, you're smiling, right? It's not as hard as you think to make yourself happier."
When the lady heard this, her face immediately tightened, she put away her smile, and returned to her usual cold and arrogant self.
"A little trick is worthy of your complacency?"
Lorne did not argue or refute, he just loosened the lady's waist and arms and spoke with a smile.
"If you practice more in the future, you might have a chance to beat me."
Watching the man leave her, walk towards the camp, pack up her luggage, and stay alone by the lake, the lady felt inexplicably lost, and for some unknown reason, she bent down to pick up a stone.
But then, the lady shook her head.
Why did I suddenly care about such a trivial thing?
Throwing it casually, the stone created nearly a hundred splashes on the lake surface and successfully reached the other side.
Unconsciously, she was using a technique that someone had just taught her.
The lady, who had not noticed this at all, turned around and came to the cleaned campsite. She looked at Lorne, who was standing under a tree, with a look of surprise on her face.
"Why aren't you leaving yet?"
"Wait a minute, I'll heal the little thing."
Lorne turned around, picked up a shivering little bird from under the tree, and explained softly.
"It seems that the wind was too strong last night and blew it down from the nest. It looks like only the left wing is broken. It's not a big problem and it will be fine soon."
As he spoke, tiny specks of light green light appeared in Loen's palm, and then merged into the bird's body, automatically resetting its bones.
“Chirp~~”
As its injuries healed, the very human-like little guy chirped excitedly, then stared with his green bean-sized eyes, curiously looking at the man and woman in front of him.
Seeing this, Loen let go of his hands with a joking smile.
"It seems to like you quite a bit?"
The bird immediately flapped its wings and flew into the lady's arms, as if wanting to express closeness.
However, after seeing that it was a cuckoo, the lady's face suddenly changed and she waved her hands violently.
“Get lost!”
"puff!"
Along with the gushing of golden divine power, the flying cuckoo burst into a cloud of blood mist, which turned into minced meat and scattered miserably to the ground.
The originally warm scene suddenly turned into a bloody scene. The noble lady who was the instigator had a gloomy expression on her face.
Finally, she bit her lip and spoke in a deep voice.
"Argos is almost here, let's go."
Loen nodded without asking any more questions or saying much. He just led his employer, whose temperament had suddenly changed, into the chariot, drove two divine horses, and headed towards Argos.
Stress? Because of a little cuckoo? What's going on?
There was a lot of doubt in Loen's flickering eyes. He was even more confused about what this employer in the car had experienced and who she was.
However, his confusion did not last long.
Of course, it was not because they had the answer, but because after several days of galloping, they had arrived at the mainland of Argos.
"Ahead, into the mountains!"
"Isn't this the road to the royal city of Argos? People on the road said that the city-state here seems to be called Nafplio?"
"Well, there is a spring in the mountains nearby. The destination I am looking for is right there."
The noblewoman spoke calmly as she directed the chariot.
After a while, the chariot passed through a dense fog and successfully arrived at the destination.
The clear spring water flows gurglingly and converges into an emerald green spring pool in the low-lying area. A kind of sacred and clean breath is brewing and condensing in it.
"We're here. You stay outside and I'll be back soon."
The lady jumped off the chariot, gave a few simple instructions, and headed straight for the spring pool ahead.
Looking at the scene in front of him, a strong sense of déjà vu lingered in Loen's heart.
He seemed to have seen a similar scene somewhere.
In a trance, he lowered his eyes and looked at a stone tablet standing outside the spring pool, on which was written a line of Hermetic text as a geographical marker.
—Karnassos?
Luo En subconsciously read the characters above, and then a flash of lightning flashed through his mind and his face changed drastically.
The sacred spring of Karnassus?
No way…
Loen looked at the spring pool shrouded in mist in front of him, and the graceful figure bathing in the water with increasing momentum, and sweat broke out on his forehead.
The sacred spring of Karnassus in Nafplio can completely wash away the anxiety, fatigue and aging of the bather, so that the bather can return to the pure image of youth and beauty when he was a virgin. Its function is similar to that of the sacred pool of Aphrodite in Paphos on the island of Cyprus...
However, this place belongs to another beautiful goddess from the divine world - Queen Hera!
...Keira, the Argives get stressed when they see the cuckoo...
…My late husband loved to cheat on his wife, had illegitimate children everywhere, and even hooked up with my great-granddaughter…
Loen recalled the noble lady's self-introduction and confession on the road and couldn't help swallowing.
He remembered that the mainstream belief in Queen Hera was in the Argos region, so she was also called the "Argos Goddess."
Once, she lived on Cuckoo Mountain, and Zeus transformed himself into a trembling cuckoo bird, took advantage of her compassion, flew into her arms, and united with her.
Having just finished the first half of a home game, it is normal to see the cuckoo bird have a stress reaction.
Therefore, the philandering deceased husband is obviously Zeus himself.
Otherwise, who could have seriously injured Hera?
However, the arrogant queen was obviously unwilling to admit her painful experience of being abused after failing to catch her husband cheating, so in her words, she killed her philandering husband and won the final victory.
As a result, one lie among the ten truths, coupled with Hera's weakness, made Loen mistakenly believe that he had just encountered the so-called royal family of Argos and a bloody family ethics drama.
Unexpectedly, he ran right into Hera herself.
Finally, as the clues were outlined and connected, the vague fragmented memories were awakened, and Loen gradually solved the mystery of "Kera".
In some areas of Greece, Hera was worshiped as a girl, a mother, and a widow, and three temples were built to worship these three forms. As an unmarried girl, Hera was called Pais; as a mother and wife, Hera was called Telea; as a widow who left Zeus, Hera was called - Kera...
So, she introduced herself with this name, which means she regards herself as a widow, indicating that her cheating husband is dead in her heart?
Well, this lie seems to be half true.
I used to use this trick to cheat others, but I never thought that one day I would suffer the consequences.
Loen muttered gloomily, glanced guiltily at the misty holy pool, and quietly moved back.
He did not forget that he had done many presumptuous things in the process of escorting Hera to the holy land.
Who knows if the Queen of Heaven will come to settle accounts with him after she recovers her power?
Otherwise, just run away?
But if he runs away like this, wouldn't it prove that he is trying to hide something?
“Crash~~”
Just as Loen was getting entangled in confusion, the mist surged away, and an elegant goddess with arms as white as lilies, beautiful curly hair cascading from one side of the crown, bright eyes like stars, graceful temperament, and beauty that was no less than Aphrodite, walked barefoot across the stone steps, looking down at the young man stationed below, and pondered proudly.
"My name is Hera, and I am the Queen of Olympus. You are very good. You escorted me to the holy land to complete my baptism. I will naturally remember this contribution in my heart. According to the agreement, I will meet one of your requests. Tell me, what do you want? Outsider?"
Hearing that the queen didn't seem to have any intention of burning bridges after crossing them, Loen couldn't help but feel relieved but was faced with a difficult choice.
Yes, what should I want?
(End of this chapter)
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