Chapter 361: Failed to show off and was Xed
In the main hall.
Just as Lorne was secretly concerned about Jason's physiological functions, Atalanta walked up and asked curiously.
"Teacher, what were you talking about just now?"
"Oh, he said he was jealous that I had so many nice girls around me."
Loen answered calmly, looking at the charming figures around him with a smile.
Helen, the future most beautiful woman in Greece, Katniss, the most beautiful woman in Thessaly today, the legendary beautiful witch Medea and huntress Atalanta, as well as the famous Amazon Queen Hippolyta and her Amazon women group...
If an ordinary divine-blood hero possesses one of such high-quality and stunning items, it can often become a capital for him to show off and brag about.
But here, the beauties with a score above eight are almost enough to form two mahjong tables.
The dignified Lord God took the opportunity to praise them, and all the beauties present looked relaxed and seemed to be very pleased. They subconsciously moved closer to Loen in the center, further showing off their beauty and hoping to gain more recognition.
Alas, where does this unreasonable desire to compare come from?
Like a moon surrounded by stars, Loen picked up the wine glass and pretended to sigh while appreciating with great interest the pleasing sight of the colorful flowers around him.
On the field, many jealous or envious eyes fell on a lucky bastard who was surrounded by beauties.
However, soon, the special favor that Loen received brought him hatred.
"Hey, kid, where are you from? What achievements have you made? What qualifications do you have to sit here?"
A middle-aged man with a burp came over with a shaky step, slapped Loen's desk, and asked with a cold snort.
"That's right, say it out loud so everyone can hear it."
Another person following behind crossed his arms and started to make a noise.
The two men who looked like brothers looked down upon the frail pretty boy in front of them, their eyes full of disdain and resentment.
We are all here to support the hero of the divine blood of Thessaly, so why can this pretty boy sit in the front and enjoy the service of so many beauties?
However, the two men who were venting their dissatisfaction under the influence of alcohol did not notice that as soon as they spoke, the whole audience fell silent, and eyes of either pity or mockery were focused on them.
Whose family are these two unlucky adults from? Don’t you know that the one sitting in the front is usually the best fighter?
The dozen or so God-Blood heroes who participated in the battle against the Giants were gloating.
Unlike these newcomers, they have witnessed with their own eyes the brutal scene of this "pretty boy" pinning a group of giants to the ground and beating them into a pile of minced meat.
Now, there’s something interesting to watch.
As Loen looked at the two people who came to cause trouble, his eyes were filled with intimacy.
A wild and brainless villain, the most popular material for pretending to be awesome and getting slapped in the face! After hanging around in Greece for so long, I finally met a living one!
I always fight monsters above my level, but this time I must try the feeling of beating the noobs in the Novice Village!
“Whoosh! Whoosh!”
However, before Loen could come up with his own exciting script, two sharp sounds of breaking through the air exploded from behind him.
Everyone's eyes blurred and they saw two arrows penetrate into a stone pillar in the hall, with the tails vibrating.
The two middle-aged men who were picking quarrels at the table paused for a moment before they felt a burning pain on their cheeks. They subconsciously raised their hands and a stream of warm liquid flowed into their palms.
Blood!
The stinging pain from the wound on their cheeks tearing further apart made the drunkenness of the two men turn into cold sweats.
"Now, do we have the right to sit here?"
Atalanta pulled the bowstring with a grim look on her face.
The two middle-aged men seemed to smell the breath of death and quickly identified their targets.
"I'm talking about him, you..."
"He is my teacher and a distinguished guest of Arcadia. To insult him is to insult the entire Arcadia!"
Atalanta snorted coldly and revealed her identity as the Queen of Arcadia, casting a sharp gaze at the two of them.
The two brothers in front of the table suddenly felt like rabbits being stared at by a female leopard. They felt a chill on the back of their necks, their faces turned pale, and they subconsciously shrank their necks and fled in panic.
However, as soon as they turned around, a whistling spear pierced their feet, almost piercing their soles.
"Did you guys get away?"
Katniss sneered as she stepped forward, pulling out the spear that was seven or eight inches stuck into the floor, and rudely slapped the two men's still bleeding faces with the cold, hard tip of the spear.
"Where are you from? What achievements have you made? What qualifications do you have to stand before us?"
The same question was asked, and the hot-tempered and most beautiful woman in Thessaly saw that the two men's legs were shaking unconsciously, and she snorted with contempt.
"Two blind fools, don't you know that these are our guests of state from Thessaly? Bah!"
Looking at the spit on the ground and the spit flying around, Loen silently put down his wine glass, feeling unhappy in his heart.
Katniss, you are so uncultured, aren't you?
What’s even worse is that he even stole my words!
Loen turned his head and cast a resentful look at his beloved disciple Atalanta who was protecting him closely behind him, as well as a large group of female and male heroes who were ready to fight. He felt extremely depressed.
The bad thing about revealing one's identity too early is that wherever he goes, there will be a lot of people standing up for him, so he won't be able to do anything even if he wants to bully a weakling.
This cool copy of the novel that I finally came across is gone just like that.
You'll have something to see tonight!
Loen glanced at his beloved disciple with ill intent, and his eyes flickered faintly as he looked at the lion's tail.
At this time, Katniss, who was teaching the two provocateurs a lesson in front, lost her patience when she saw that the other party had not responded for a long time, and raised the thick black spear in her hand high.
"You won't tell me, right? Then there's no need to tell me!"
Loen stroked the wine glass with his fingertips and watched coldly.
Katniss is not a good-tempered person, and the Age of Gods is not a civilized and polite era.
Killing for property, killing for beauty, killing out of anger, killing for honor... These kinds of life-and-death fights over a disagreement happen almost every day.
If you don't have the ability but still want to pretend to be awesome, then be prepared to be awesome.
"Wait a minute!"
Just as the thick black spear in Katniss's hand was whistling down, a nimble figure rushed in from outside the door and grabbed Katniss's spear.
Seeing the spears above their heads being stopped, the two middle-aged men who were almost going to report to the underworld seemed to have lost all support. They sat down on the ground, gasping for breath.
Feeling the resistance coming from the gun, Katniss couldn't help but raise her eyebrows and looked at the young man in front of her.
"Where are you from, kid?"
"Meleager, prince of Calydon; these two are my uncles, and have come with me to aid Thessaly in her defence against the giants."
The young man answered quickly, then lowered his posture and begged for mercy.
"A great war is imminent. Please forgive their offense for the sake of their contribution to Thessaly."
——So it was him…
At this moment, Loen, who was sitting at the table, looked at the young man's familiar face and couldn't help but chuckle and shook his head.
When he went to the Academy of Athens to visit Atalanta and Medea, he happened to meet a group of passionate young people who were planning to return to their hometown together to fight monsters and eliminate disasters.
The student named "Meleager" was one of them.
The reason why Loen remembered it so clearly was because he admired this young man who was just and full of ideals.
Later, while he was fighting fires in Arcadia and Thessaly, he heard some stories about the prince.
His hometown of Calydon was also affected by the beast tide caused by Typhon. A group of demon pigs devoured crops, destroyed buildings, and killed passers-by.
So, he gathered his companions and the Calydonian army to hunt down the rebellious demon pigs.
Finally, under his leadership, the Calydonians successfully wiped out the evil monsters in their territory.
The Calydonian hunt, which was of considerable scale, was also sung by bards from various city-states and was talked about with great relish.
Since it's this kid, give him some face.
All in all, he and Atalanta were somewhat responsible for the beast tide that spread to Calydon.
However, before Ron could speak to Katniss.
The two middle-aged men on the ground came to their senses, their cheeks flushed, and they stiffened their necks to object.
"Meleager, she is humiliating us and your uncle! Why should we bow our heads? Punish them and teach them a lesson!"
The humiliation they had just suffered in public had left them completely humiliated, and the mocking looks from all sides made them extremely ashamed and angry. They had to rely on their nephew to get back their lost dignity.
"Shut up!"
However, Prince Calydon, who arrived in a hurry, scolded them coldly and had no intention of standing up for them.
Do these two idiots really think that this is still Calydon and everyone will let them do whatever they want?
If you don't control your domineering character when you go out, you will die from it sooner or later!
Unfortunately, after hearing the reprimand from their nephew, the two middle-aged men not only did not calm down, but became even angrier.
"Meleager, are you just going to sit there and watch your own blood be treated like this? How can you be so partial to outsiders? What did your mother teach you before you set out?"
Hearing this, the Calydonian prince could no longer bear it. He turned around, grabbed his two uncles by the collars, and snorted coldly.
"That's enough! If it weren't for my mother, you wouldn't even be qualified to join the expedition! We made an exception and let you join the team, but you still dare to cause trouble everywhere. You are bringing shame to the Calydonians. Get out of here immediately!"
"You..." Hearing the nephew's barrage of insults, the two middle-aged men were so angry that their faces turned blue and white, and even their hands were shaking slightly.
"Do you want me to say it a second time? Get out of here!"
Prince Calydon pulled his two uncles up from the ground with a gloomy face and threw them out of the door.
"Send them back to Calydon! If Mother asks, tell her it was me who did it!"
The two God-Blood Guards who came in response immediately carried the two middle-aged men, stuffed them into the carriage, and drove away from the Thessaly Palace decisively.
When the carriage completely disappeared from sight, Prince Calydon visibly breathed a sigh of relief, then raised his glass and walked up to Loen, apologizing.
"My uncles drank some wine and were not in their right mind. Please forgive me for what I did. I am willing to take responsibility for their actions!"
"What if the price is life?"
"Well……"
Looking at the prince whose expression changed slightly, Loen smiled, raised his hand and patted the young man on the shoulder, giving him sincere advice.
"Adults should be responsible for their own actions instead of letting others cover for them. The more you indulge them, the more trouble they will get into, and be careful that you will get into trouble in the end."
In fact, what he said was not groundless, but the original fate of Meleager, the prince of Calydon.
In the original Calydonian hunt, Atalanta also participated in the expedition, and eventually became the number one hero in killing the Calydonian demon pig with her superb archery and combat skills.
Prince Meleager distributed the spoils afterwards and gave the most valuable magic pig skin to Atalanta.
But this move aroused the dissatisfaction of the uncles. They gathered a few equally dissatisfied men and took the lead in snatching the magic pig skin.
In his attempt to take back the magic pig skin and return it to Atalanta, the angry Meleager accidentally killed his two uncles.
When Meleager's brother-supporting mother heard that her two brothers had died at her son's hands, the mother's love for her son also died.
The mother remembered the prophecy of the Furies when Meleager was only a week old: her son's life would be as long as the unburned torch by the hearth. She immediately took the torch away, threw it into the water to extinguish it, and hid it in a place in the palace that only she knew, hoping that her son would live a long life.
After hearing the bad news, she was so grief-stricken that she took out a torch and threw it into the fire. As the torch burned, Meleager felt more and more powerless. After her son's death, the mother regretted it so much that she committed suicide.
It can be said that the tragedy of this family was caused by Meleager's two good uncles.
Just now, although Meleager seemed to be cursing harshly and even beat up his uncles and sent them back to Calydon, he was actually just trying to save their lives.
After all, the force that Katniss had just used was enough to kill someone, and Meleager, who had taken the spear with his own hands, couldn't have been unaware of this.
Unfortunately, given the character of these two people, Meleager's efforts will most likely be in vain.
This kind of protection out of consideration for family affection was bound to bring endless troubles to Meleager's family.
Without getting to the root of the problem, even if Meleager escaped the fate of dying in the Calydonian hunt, he would sooner or later be dragged to death by these two scumbag uncles because of other things.
Prince Calydon sat at the table in deep thought for a moment and nodded seriously.
"I will keep your teachings in mind. When I return to Calydon, I will ask my mother to keep a close eye on them."
"Don't let your mother have too much contact with them. It's better for them to be rich than for you to get into trouble outside. After all, not everyone is as easy to talk to as me."
"Yes, sir."
Meleager nodded again, his gesture even more respectful.
Hearing the Calydonian prince address him, Loen chuckled and shook his head.
This kid is not stupid. It seems that he has probably recognized him as the honorary tutor of Athens Academy and the second unit of Ares Mountain.
"Okay, go get busy."
After receiving the formal understanding, Meleager felt relieved. He then held the wine glass and interacted and talked with the heroes in the venue, gradually diluting the tension just now.
"Bang!"
Just as the atmosphere was gradually easing, a wine glass suddenly fell to the ground and shattered, with scarlet wine splashing everywhere.
"Eurystheus, what do you mean?"
Telamon, who was serving the guests, stood up angrily and glared at the middle-aged man surrounded by dozens of divine-blood heroes in front of him.
The middle-aged man expressionlessly brushed off the wine that had splashed onto his fancy clothes and spoke calmly.
"I don't drink with slaves..."
At this moment, Hercules, who was holding the cup with one hand, had veins throbbing on his forehead and his arm was shaking slightly.
(End of this chapter)
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