Chapter 392 The Last Indulgence Before Marriage
At this critical moment, Loen felt a strong desire to survive and quickly defended himself.
"We're kidding! We're kidding!"
"I didn't... wuwu..."
Helen, who was in love, wanted to open her mouth to refute, but Katniss, Atalanta and Medea quickly rushed forward from both sides, two of them hugged her shoulders, and one covered her mouth, tacitly interrupting her friend's muttering, and nodded together like chicks pecking at rice.
"Yeah, we were kidding!"
The god of love who had just clamored to be a witness quietly shrank into the shadows, trying to reduce his presence.
Love is precious, but life is more precious.
If Aphrodite is going to risk her life for love, she has to think carefully no matter how passionate she is.
What's more, this is someone else's love.
However, Thetis, who was the victim outside the door, looked at the reactions of the people in the courtyard who were as if they were facing a great enemy, and smiled.
"But I'm serious."
When everyone heard this, they couldn't help but have a lot of questions in their minds.
They have seen many people cheating on others in Greece, but there are very few who would actively ask to be cheated on.
Looking at the smiling Thetis, no one dared to respond easily, fearing that this was a trap.
As if she understood everyone's concerns, Thetis walked into the yard, took their hands, smiled sincerely, and whispered softly.
"There's nothing wrong with liking someone. I love him just as much as you do. How can I blame you for this? Besides, you're about to go into the battlefield, risking your life to ensure everyone's chance of survival. As a woman and a beneficiary, I can't fight alongside you, nor can I take this risk. The only thing I can do right now is to fulfill your wish before you go to the battlefield and organize a grand wedding for you so that you won't have any regrets."
Such gentle empathy and extreme tolerance shook the hearts of everyone present, and they all showed awe and respect for the wife of Bacchus, whose presence was not high.
"Really, is it really possible?"
Helen took advantage of her sisters' inattention, pried open the hands that were blocking her mouth, and asked Thetis anxiously and expectantly.
"certainly!"
Thetis maintained her unchanged smile, raised her hand and stroked Helen's delicate cheek, praising her sincerely.
"You are so beautiful, you will definitely be the most beautiful bride tomorrow!"
When Helen heard this sincere compliment, her pretty face turned red and she lowered her head shyly.
And seeing that the wife of the god of wine was really as tolerant and gentle as the legend said, Katniss licked her lips and plucked up the courage to ask.
"Will there be wine at the wedding?"
"You can drink as much as you want."
Thetis replied with a smile, showing her generosity and patience.
At this time, Atalanta and Medea could no longer hold back.
"I want arrows for the journey."
"The more grimoires I haven't read, the better!"
"Then come to the wedding tomorrow. I will write down the gifts you want on a piece of paper, and the gods who come to the banquet will surely be satisfied."
Thetis blinked her beautiful eyes and gave advice, like an older sister coaxing the little girl next door to do something bad together.
Atalanta, Medea, and Katniss looked at each other, and suddenly they were inspired and raised their hands in unison.
"Okay, we'll join in!"
"Well, I have experience in getting married. I will dress you and put on makeup for you tonight. I will make sure you go out looking beautiful tomorrow morning."
Thetis volunteered to take on the duties of makeup girl and bridesmaid. The sincere smile on her face was very contagious, and she seemed to really enjoy it.
Seeing the happy scene in front of her, Aphrodite, who had just clamored to be the witness, felt inexplicably guilty and coughed lightly to remind them.
"Well, marrying four people at a wedding doesn't seem to be in line with the rules. Besides, we don't have much time, so I'm afraid we won't be able to complete the complicated ceremony."
"Then simplify it, apply some of the rituals used to select priests of the main god, and nominate them as crazy women of the god of wine!"
Thetis enthusiastically made a suggestion that solved the problem almost perfectly.
In the world of the Age of Gods, priestesses have always been regarded as an extension of the will of the main god, and it is tacitly assumed that they have an inseparable and close relationship with the main god.
In the ancient Babylonian civilization, after the female priests in Naditu, Ugbapotu, Secretu and other places were inaugurated, they would automatically be regarded as dedicating themselves to God and becoming God's "spouses". They would live in the women's temple all their lives, mainly engaged in religious duties, and dedicate themselves to God on behalf of their families and city-states.
In Egyptian civilization, the chief priestess of the god Amun enjoyed the title of "god's wife".
Similarly, in the city of Thebes where Loen was born, the chief priestess was not only responsible for the music and dance during the sacrifice, but was also the wife of the gods in the secular sense.
In a sense, the Dionysian Madwoman of Dionysus has the same function and effect.
Therefore, selecting Atalanta and others as Dionysians was a simplified version of the ritual of "marrying a god."
As the question was answered, Thetis did not forget to extend an invitation to Aphrodite.
"When the time comes, the wedding ceremony will be left to you!"
The God of Love couldn't refuse and could only nod in agreement with a little embarrassment.
She originally felt a little guilty and wanted to find a legitimate reason to ruin the wedding, but she didn't expect that the wife of Bacchus would take the initiative to offer a solution and wholeheartedly promote the implementation of the wedding.
And seeing that several people in the yard actually gathered together, talking and laughing while discussing various details of the wedding, Lorne, as the person involved, felt that the whole world became unreal.
Just as he was about to speak hesitantly, Thetis turned her head and looked at him as if she had sensed something, smiling and murmured softly.
"Tomorrow is the last day, don't leave any regrets. Besides, everyone has been too tense recently, and we need a lively celebration to cheer us on."
Seeing the sincere look on Thetis's face, Lorne could only raise his hands helplessly and let his wife do whatever she wanted.
Never mind, as long as they are happy.
Anyway, it's just a formality, and he is not really asked to have sex with four women in a row.
What's more, there are two Dionysus virgins known as "God's wives" on Mount Ares, and Athena has never done anything to them.
After some self-persuasion, Loen waved goodbye to the goddesses and heroes who were preparing for tomorrow's ceremony in the courtyard, and returned to the military camp in the gradually darkening night.
As soon as he entered the door, the God of Medicine came up to him and handed over fifty or sixty of his latest immortality medicines.
It has to be said that this medical genius has a first-class research spirit and work efficiency that even Loen admires.
After putting away all the immortal medicines, Loen exchanged a few simple words with the God of Medicine and came to the dense forest behind the camp.
As the index finger of his right hand swept through the air, the ground sank, forming a deep pit like a pond.
There was a flash of light, and Lorne took out the Holy Grail from the opened magic array and slowly poured it out.
The golden-red divine liquid poured into the deep pit, madly absorbing magical factors from all directions, and in a blink of an eye, it gathered into a pool of scarlet water that looked like wine.
After doing all this, Loen, with a slightly pale face, breathed a sigh of relief. Then he set up a magic barrier by the pool and turned to walk into the tent.
Hera, who was busy, stopped writing, looked at the little lover who came in, and asked curiously.
"How was it? How many people were persuaded?"
"If only they would listen to advice."
With a helpless smile, Loen returned the unchanged list to Hera and reported on Thetis and others.
He thought that the queen of heaven, who protected marriages, would share his hatred and reprimand Thetis for her mischief.
Unexpectedly, after Hera heard his accusation, she immediately spoke with great interest.
"The wedding is tomorrow? I want to be the witness too!"
Looking at Hera who was eager to try, Loen was even more amused.
I asked you to put out the fire, why are you making trouble?
As if she had noticed the resentful gaze in front of her, Hera stopped writing and changed the subject with a smile.
"Tomorrow is the day of the decisive battle. The 50 members of the expeditionary force have already been selected. Now the team is still lacking a resounding name. Do you have any ideas?"
Lorne pondered for a moment, and a memory emerged in his mind.
In the near future, there will be a magnificent epic.
It was a voyage of adventure and honor...
It was a journey about death and hope...
It was a myth created by a group of people called "Argonauts" who gathered on the same boat and did not rely on gods...
When Loen thought about this, he made up his mind, looked up at Hera behind the desk, and spoke solemnly.
"How about calling it [Argo]? [Argo Expedition]!"
Hearing this, Hera's eyes lit up and she nodded happily.
Argo, named after Argos, her sacred place.
The great hero who led this team to achieve great things was Hercules, her chosen son of God and the new king of Argos.
This name undoubtedly proves that this expedition was initiated by her and this epic was written by her!
Once successful, her divine name will surely be praised by all Greeks along with the Argo Expedition.
Thinking of this, Hera was deeply moved, and the look she gave her little lover was filled with sweetness.
"It's late, stay tonight."
Feeling Hera's sudden enthusiasm, Loen's eyelids twitched and he coughed dryly to remind her.
"Uh, I think I have a wedding tomorrow..."
However, Hera's smile grew even wider as she stood up and pulled off the golden belt from around her waist.
"Isn't it better this way?"
“…”
Seeing that familiar smile, Loen's face changed and he turned and ran without saying a word.
However, as soon as he stepped one foot out of the tent, the other foot was grabbed tightly by a figure rushing up from behind.
"Want to run? Come back here!"
In an instant, the unbalanced Bacchus fell to the ground, was dragged into the tent by one leg, and was brutally ravaged.
In the biting cold wind, the figures colliding in the tent and the ten horrible scratches in front of the door that spread from the ground all the way into the house all told of the tragic experience of the victim.
(End of this chapter)
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