Chapter 50 Pots, pans, and spoons, submit to me!
Seeing that her eldest niece had made up her mind, Hestia waved her hand helplessly.
"Forget it, do whatever you want. I can't control these things anyway."
"It's so easy to say. If you can really let it go, is it necessary for you to stay in Knossos all day long?"
Athena rolled her eyes at Hestia sitting opposite her and bluntly exposed her aunt's duplicity.
Upon hearing this, the Stove Goddess' cheeks flushed slightly and she stiffened her neck to argue.
“I just love the food and the atmosphere here!”
"Yes, yes, you are right..."
Athena responded insincerely with a teasing look in her eyes.
Under her niece's smiling gaze, Hestia became increasingly embarrassed, her face gradually turned red, and she stood up angrily to chase the man away.
"Go away, don't bother me if there's nothing to do!"
"Okay, I'll leave right away, okay?"
Athena raised her hands in surrender, stood up and left her seat, and called Nikki in the backyard to evacuate.
However, the moment the master and servant stepped out of the door, a goddess of wisdom turned back leisurely with the corners of her lips raised.
"But we've made a promise. You can't blame me this time."
"ah?"
Hestia was stunned when she heard these incoherent words.
But before she could react, the ground beneath her feet shook violently, and a violent tide of magic surged and boiled.
"boom!"
In an instant, accompanied by a loud thunderclap, the entire backyard was filled with flying grass, falling branches and leaves, and dense green mud spots falling like rain.
Hestia turned her head stiffly, staring blankly at her own nursery that had been dug three feet underground, and at a tall figure in the center of the courtyard whose body was wrapped in surging scarlet blood.
"My vegetable patch...my flower garden...I shouldn't have planted it..."
The Stove Goddess had empty eyes and was muttering to herself, her voice sounding a little tearful.
Seeing Hestia's expression of despair, Lorne, the culprit, quickly raised his hands in surrender and made a promise reluctantly.
"No! I'll pay for it! Isn't it okay if I pay for it all?"
Upon hearing that someone was willing to pay the compensation, the stove goddess's expression suddenly brightened and she stretched out two white fingers viciously.
"Not enough! I want double!"
"Okay, all is fine."
Loen quickly agreed, signed the terms with a bitter face, and secretly comforted himself in his heart.
It's double, after all, they were in the wrong first, so just consider it as a disguised compensation for the stove goddess who provided them with food, lodging and care.
It is always better to put in some work than to directly make enemies with a main god who rarely gets close to humans.
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Time flies, and several months pass in a flash.
Early in the morning, just as the sky was getting light on the island of Crete, the residents of the royal city of Knossos opened their doors one after another, smoke rose from their cooking stoves, and they prepared their morning meals.
The clattering of pots and pans and the crowing of cocks and barking of dogs gradually awakened the prosperous background of the city.
"Zeus, go to your uncle!"
After waking up from the bed, Loen raised his middle finger as usual and sent a "blessing" to his father, the God King.
An ordinary day begins with blasphemy.
And then, the guy who spoke rudely to the gods raised his hand and summoned the twelve-sided dice in his body and rolled a number.
12? Hermes' blessing?
My luck is pretty good today.
Lorne muttered something, then sat up in bed and stretched his limbs lazily.
A ray of pale blue divine light was drawn from the invisible air from the spinning twelve-sided dice next to it, and quietly guided into the host's body.
Loen closed his eyes, feeling the slightest bit of sensitivity in his flesh and blood, as well as the slightly improved reaction ability of his limbs, and couldn't help but let out a comfortable moan.
After a while, the wonderful experience gradually disappeared, he opened his eyes, and sincerely praised the large family of relatives on Mount Olympus.
Cool! The coins dropped by the twelve main gods are cool!
This divine blessing from Hermes should be inclined towards enhancing the sensitivity of the body's reaction speed.
Maybe a 3% improvement?
The benefits you can get in exchange for just a swear word are such a huge profit!
Loen glanced at the twelve-sided dice that automatically turned into a stream of light and dissipated on the bedside table. He stroked the Hecate's Wheel that was gradually disappearing on his chest with a sense of unsatisfied feeling. He even began to miss the feeling when this thing fooled him into opening the market.
After several months of trial and error, he further understood some of the rules of the [Dice of Chance].
First of all, since the things in the friendship pool can produce tools like [Wings of Ikaros] that can play a huge role in certain specific situations, they must not be all garbage.
The reason why I was unable to find good stuff is most likely because the difficulty of the daily dungeon is low.
After all, it is only fair that low risk should be matched with low returns.
Whether it is [necessity] or [accidental], it will basically follow this law.
However, when the frequency is high enough, the advantage of [chance] becomes apparent.
——It can really produce good things.
For example, obtaining numbers corresponds to divine blessings and divine baptism.
——Ares’ unyielding fighting spirit, Saturn’s life-healing, Poseidon’s affinity for water, Apollo’s intuition, Hermes’ agility and speed…
These have a chance of being obtained from [chance] after completing the blasphemy against the [Twelve Gods of Necessity].
Of course, the probability is very low.
So far, Loen has used up all his 100 draws, and only got the blessing of Hermes once, Ares twice, Apollo once, and Hestia once in the ordinary pool.
Moreover, although these divine baptisms bring about improvements, the magnitude will not be great.
In addition, the twelve main gods control more than one kind of authority, so there is a lot of randomness.
Among them, the baptism of divinity given to him by Hestia was the most difficult.
Perhaps it was because of the authority of the goddess of home that the divine baptism actually enhanced his control over kitchen utensils and cooking...
Loen really wanted to complain. Did he expect him to come into the kitchen and say something while he was fighting for life and death with his opponent?
——Pots, pans, and utensils, submit to me?
The scene was so beautiful that he hardly dared to imagine it.
However, being able to get good benefits from the ordinary pool is certainly important, but what really matters to Loen is that the twelve-sided dice can actually secretly strip away the divinity of the twelve main gods that comes from destiny and infuse it into him.
This thing is too buggy, isn't it?
And all along, a certain conjecture in his mind seemed to be verified by this.
——Use accidental variables to pry open the inevitable fate and eventually collapse the foundation of the gods.
Perhaps, this is the real function of the dice.
Luo En's eyes flickered faintly, and there seemed to be something thoughtful in his eyes.
High risk, high reward.
Being willing to spend such a huge sum of money, it seems that his angel investor wants a lot of things.
But soon, he sneered and shook his head.
Forget it, since it is certain that this is a path that can shake the divine authority, let’s not think about it for the time being.
At the moment, I am just a pawn crossing the river, far from the stage where I can sit at the poker table and go all in to decide life or death.
It’s not too late to place a bet once you have accumulated enough capital.
So, today’s task is…
Lorne took a deep breath, solemnly bid farewell to the warm bed, got up and went downstairs, waving a hoe, and rushed to the nursery in the backyard.
——Digging holes and planting crops!
(End of this chapter)
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