Chapter 599: Dedicating Yourself to (Body) Art
Three years later, War God Mountain.
The great temple built on the top of the mountain was bustling with people, and it was another busy day.
In the morning, the four goddesses Athena, Hera, Thetis and Artemis went out for a walk hand in hand, talking and laughing, like four roses moistened by rain.
In the morning, the four Argonauts, Atalanta, Helen, Medea, and Caenis, and the Amazon Queen Hippolyta, reported on the development of the major city-states;
At noon, Hestia, the goddess of the hearth, asked about today's menu, Themis came to discuss the execution of the law, and the nine Muses came in to discuss poetry and art;
In the afternoon, Circe and Hecate consulted on the secrets of runes and ogham, deepening their understanding of the two great allies of the Age of Gods, the Norse and Celtic.
In the evening, the two daughters of King Minos reported various complicated matters in Athens to their gods as priests, and the three Gorgon sisters reported the defense situation of Ares Mountain for the whole day.
It was not until late at night that the Great Temple sent away all the visitors and entered a rare period of peace.
At this moment, if one could pass through the numerous magical restrictions and enter the interior of the Great Temple, one would find that this building, which was holy and elegant in the eyes of the Greeks, had already become a messy den:
Pieces of clothing, musical manuscripts, messy recipes, opened codes, and various submitted reports were scattered all over the floor; traces of scratching, biting, tearing, trampling, and collisions were found in every corner of the room; the walls, door panels, roof, dining table, altar, and even the statues of gods were not spared from the devastation.
Some of them are fresh wounds, some are old scars...
On a collapsed large bed, a certain "loved" God of Origin leaned against the rotten headboard, his eyes were hollow, his cheeks were sunken, his hair was disheveled like dead grass, and his whole body looked like a dried corpse that had been drained of all the water.
But although the surface was as calm as dead water, Luo En's heart was screaming wildly:
Thirty years!
This group of crazy women tormented him for thirty years!
Which bastard was so vicious that he actually thought of letting them use the time power obtained from Orlaug to build a temple that could change the flow of time?
If I knew which genius came up with this stupid idea, I would hang her up and beat her a thousand times!
And those Greek playwrights, I'll kill them all when I get out!
Instead of writing a good epic, he spends all day writing about [Slave Stories], [Father and Daughter Stories], [Teacher and Student Stories], [Mother and Son Stories]... He gives those crazy women inspiration to torture him all day long!
"Aa ...
Just as Loen was complaining in his heart, the tightly closed door of the temple was gently pushed open, and a graceful figure walked in.
Coming again?
Luo En's heart skipped a beat and he instinctively shrank back, his waist beginning to ache slightly.
"Sir, I am on duty tonight and will be responsible for sweeping and cleaning for you..."
Hearing the clear and pleasant sound like mountain spring water, Loen breathed a sigh of relief and looked at the girl whose outline and face were reflected in the moonlight.
She has long golden hair that falls softly behind her, shining charmingly in the sunlight. Her eyes are like the deep night sky, and the blue pupils reveal mystery and wisdom. Her eyelashes are thick and slender, and in the blink of an eye, she seems as light as a butterfly flapping its wings. She is wearing a gorgeous white dress that falls straight down, and the hem is dotted with delicate golden silk threads, outlining intricate patterns. The design of the skirt cleverly fits her body curves, showing her elegant posture without losing her dignity. A dazzling gem is inlaid at the neckline, which contrasts with her fair skin and exudes a charming glow. She wears a golden armlet on her arm, which is engraved with delicate patterns, adding a sense of nobility.
"It's you, Aglaya. You scared me."
As he spoke, Loen's tense body gradually relaxed and he nodded to signal the servant to do as he pleased.
Aglaia, the goddess of light, is one of the three Graces in Greek mythology. She is the youngest of the three sisters and represents beauty, grace, elegance and charm in life.
Of course, there was another main reason why Loen was so relaxed.
This girl is almost the only one among the gods and goddesses who has never had sex with him.
You know, even her two elder sisters were led astray by those crazy women who indulged in lust day and night, and they often ate at the buffet during their breaks.
It is simply a miracle that among so many gods and goddesses who have a close relationship with each other, there can be such a type who is untainted by the mud.
Therefore, whenever Aglaya was on duty, it was always the most relaxed and safest moment for Lorne.
With the approval of her own god, Aglaya raised her bare hands slightly, and golden threads spread from the feet of this glorious goddess, like needle and thread that sew up the wounds of all things, gracefully restoring the damaged items in the house.
When the repairs reached the bed, Loen tactfully stood up.
Looking at the few pieces of cloth left on the Lord's body, and the bruised and wounded skin, Aglaya's eyes flashed with pity. She raised her hand and took out a few outer garments embroidered with gold thread from the magic circle diagram and handed them over:
"Sir, this is your dress for tomorrow. I have already made it for you. Please try it on first."
Faced with such thoughtfulness, Loen felt touched and quickly took out a moon-white toga to replace his tattered clothes.
It has to be said that even the popular traditional Greek costumes can exude a unique charm after being sewn by Aglaia.
Whether it is the careful selection of materials and cutting, or the trendy patterns and designs, the details can highlight the full aesthetic taste and pursuit of excellence of this glorious goddess.
No wonder she has been nicknamed "Golden Weaving" in recent years, and many goddesses and heroines have come to her to customize dresses and divine costumes.
Moreover, she also had a hobby of reading and thinking. Loen often saw this glorious goddess would find a quiet place in her spare time, sit quietly, read literature, history, geography, poetry, music and other books under candlelight and starlight.
Perhaps it was this elegant and quiet character that allowed her to resist the corrosion of desire and decadence, stick to her original heart, and become a virgin goddess, a rare animal, on the Ares Mountain.
However, stuffing finished books into clothes is not a good habit.
Lorne pulled a pamphlet out of his hard chest and examined it curiously.
In fact, this should be said to be a manuscript. The paper is a little yellowed, and the beautiful Hermes script on it is obviously written by Aglaya.
What is it about? Is it about your experience in making clothes?
Loen became even more curious and couldn't help but open it.
Sure enough, there were sketches of new clothes, for both men and women, and most of them were in pairs.
In order to allow the wearer to have a better sense of immersion and experience, there is even a story of the scene described in small words by Aglaya below.
——The general's bronze greaves were still condensed with desert salt crystals, but they were already immersed in the malachite-inlaid bathtub. As the steam rose, the wound on his left shoulder torn by the scorpion crossbow was oozing black blood, and it turned into a hawk-shaped curse totem on the surface of the pool. Three female slaves knelt by the pool with their heads bowed, their wrists locked with rusty shackles, but the ends of the chains were not nailed into the stone wall - instead, they were wrapped around their right arms covered with purple snake scales.
——The three of them were dressed in white gauze, and the action of scooping water moved the silver bells around their necks. The inner wall of the bells was engraved with the mark of submission in Hermetic script. When the copper pot tilted, the general suddenly grabbed the ankle of the youngest, and his rough fingertips rubbed the old scar across the Achilles tendon. The tattoo of Athena's owl emblem vaguely emerged. As the divine power was injected into it, the shackles hidden deep in the flesh and blood were broken.
——This is an encounter between love and desire, a mutual redemption...
This scene seems familiar?
Luo En muttered to himself, and raised his head involuntarily, looking towards the corner.
Aglaia was seen squatting down, picking up a bronze breastplate and some torn white gauze. There were still stains of water spilled from the bathtub on the ground.
At the same time, the glorious goddess noticed the gaze behind her, turned around and looked at Loen.
When her eyes fell on the manuscript in Luo En's hand, her face changed drastically and she rushed forward to grab it:
"Sir, don't look!"
Lorne subconsciously retracted his hand, but because he reacted a little slowly, he and Aglaya tore the manuscript into two halves.
Among the flying pieces of paper, he looked at a sketch and couldn't help but stiffen his body and stare wide open.
Because the interwoven golden threads looked very familiar to him; it was the rune array in this temple that changed the flow of time.
Luo En immediately glared at the culprit and accused:
"Okay, Aglaya! It turned out that you were the one who caused me to be oppressed by those crazy women for thirty years, and forced me to act in all the literary books you wrote! I trusted you so much before, and thought you were a good girl who was untainted by mud!"
Aglaya stood there awkwardly, her cheeks flushed red, and she stammered in defense:
"I, I was also forced. It was Lady Athena and Lady Hestia who forced me to do this."
"That's not right? Aren't you the Graces? How can you have a magic array that changes the flow of time?"
"Ever since you returned from the Sea of Chaos, I, as a subordinate god, seem to have gained some abilities related to time and fate. My two sisters have also gained some abilities related to time and fate. However, they did not focus on this aspect, so they are not as proficient as I am..."
After hearing Aglaya's explanation, Loen was thoughtful.
There is probably only one explanation for this situation:
After the Greek destiny was inherited, everything returned to normal. However, the old three goddesses of fate lost their function with the destruction of the loom of fate, and were then sealed by him and Hecate. Therefore, the Greek gods automatically selected new three goddesses of fate.
——That is, the three Graces who serve as his subordinate gods.
Based on the remaining power of the [Loom of Destiny], the newly appointed Aglaia acquired the divinity of "weaving" and was given the nickname "Golden Weaving".
——In the holy city bathed in the dawn, the weaver strokes the golden threads, connecting the destinies of the past.
On the other hand, due to the defeat of the time giant Orlaug in the battle of the Sea of Chaos, his spirituality and divine power were absorbed by the four great gods, and the three goddesses of grace who were promoted to the three goddesses of fate naturally took over part of it.
This is why Aglaya was able to set up a time array in the temple and change the flow of time.
But this is not the only thing she did to help the tyrant:
Luo En raised the manuscript and said angrily:
"How do you explain the script? Did they force you to do that? I see you were having a lot of fun writing it."
"You know, I'm a dressmaker. I have to find someone to try out the clothes to see how they look on me."
Aglaya replied awkwardly, and comforted her guiltily,
"Look at it in a positive way. You are also devoting yourself to art."
"Heh, do you want this benefit?"
“…”
Aglaya was speechless for a moment, and was afraid to look at the expression on the face of her own Lord God.
Well, in a sense, she does bear some responsibility.
Therefore, every time she was on duty, she tried her best to clean the house for the Lord God, restore the scene, prepare clothes, clean wounds, and even actively listen and comfort, in order to make up for the mistakes she had made.
I thought the world would continue to function with patches and things would get by just fine.
I didn't expect that after hiding it for so long, the truth would eventually be exposed.
Aglaya sighed and said in a deep voice:
"Lord Bacchus, the mistake has been made. I have nothing to say. I will leave it to you to decide."
As she spoke, the glorious goddess bit her lip and reached for the buttons on her collar.
Luo En's face turned green, and he quickly held down Aglaya's hands:
"Stop! Who asked you to make up for this!"
After being exploited for thirty years, no matter how delicious the food was, he couldn't muster the energy to enjoy it.
Besides, it's rare that there is someone in War God Mountain who has never had sex with him, so he should at least leave a piece of clean land for his family.
If the entire War God Mountain was filled with people having teacher-student relationships, people playing the brother-con mania, and people acting immoral, in the end only a few stone sculptures at the door would be clean, then he, the God of Origin, would be embarrassed when he went out to talk about the world's wind.
"Then, do you forgive me?"
Aglaya quickly put down her hands, a look of surprise on her face.
Luo En rolled his eyes at Aglaya and said with disdain:
"You wish! You've tricked me to this extent, and you still want to pretend nothing happened?"
"What do you mean?"
"Find a way to get me out! I can't live like this for another day!"
"But what if Lady Athena and Lady Hestia come to the rescue?"
"You are afraid of them, but aren't you afraid of me?"
Aglaya stole a glance at his own Lord God and answered cautiously:
"You are a good man."
“…”
Loen was a little angry for a moment, and he couldn't help but have the evil thought of executing Aglaya on the spot.
Good people should be pointed at with guns? You probably don't know how bad I am when I become evil!
But despite what he said in his heart, Loen finally thought for a moment and came up with a compromise:
"I remember that in a few days, I will also be on duty?"
"Yes, the time is almost up. The Nordic delegation has arrived in Athens ahead of time and is staying in the city."
Aglaya answered respectfully.
Ever since the four great gods united, Loen has become the nominal leader.
Keitel and Rome had a relatively good attitude towards this leader, but Northern Europe and Greece were arguing endlessly about which side this leader should belong to.
For this reason, the two sides even fought each other and several rounds of conflicts broke out.
In the end, Loen could only call both parties together and set the rules:
Every three years, he would take turns on duty between the two great gods of Northern Europe and Greece and serve as a manager for a period of time, thus calming the disputes between the two sides.
The first three years were naturally spent in Greece, reconnecting with old friends.
However, the Greek gods were not satisfied with just three years.
So, he came up with the idea of changing the flow of time and locked Loen in the Great Temple to make things difficult for him.
It’s not that Loen hadn’t thought about running away, but the time array in the great temple seemed to be connected to all the major temples in the entire War God Mountain.
As soon as he stepped out of the door, the goddesses and heroines swarmed over to block him.
Therefore, if he wanted to escape quietly, he not only needed the help of Aglaya, but also the help of his old friends in Northern Europe.
"Invite the Nordic envoys and tell them that I want to catch up with them."
Lorne spoke to Aglaya in a deep voice, then pointed to the ground and said,
"You know what to do when the time comes."
Aglaia understood what he meant, turned around and walked out of the temple, and sent an invitation to the Nordic envoys in the city through the golden thread.
A moment later, the three goddesses of Norn, the goddess of love Freya, the goddess of winter Skadi, the wise wolf Holo, the goddess of death Hela and other Nordic goddesses came to the appointment with excitement.
Seeing that those figures had arrived at the foot of the God of War Mountain, Aglaya immediately cut off the golden thread under his feet that wrapped the entire temple like a giant cocoon, and the time array was instantly destroyed.
The goddesses on the Ares Mountain realized something was wrong and immediately rushed out of their respective temples, running head-on into the Norse gods who had come to keep the appointment.
Hera, who was in the lead, asked unkindly:
"The time hasn't even come yet, and you want to snatch someone away?"
"We just received a message from His Majesty and came here to reminisce about the past." The three goddesses of Norn replied calmly.
The Nordic goddesses behind him stepped forward fearlessly: "So what if it's a robbery? In a few days, His Majesty will go back to Northern Europe with us. It's only a matter of time!"
Artemis, Thetis and the others were about to retort, but Athena frowned, as if she had thought of something, and suddenly turned around and rushed towards the great temple on the top of the mountain.
Following Athena's action, the Greek gods subconsciously followed the goddess of wisdom.
Soon, the people gathered at the entrance of the Great Temple looked at the Glorious Goddess Aglaia lying unconscious on the ground and the empty house, their faces grim:
I was so focused on keeping an eye on the Nordic guy coming down the mountain that I let that guy get away!
"Bacchus is missing, seal off the entire place!"
Athena waved her hand and gave orders, preparing to capture the escaped prisoner as quickly as possible.
However, a sneer came from behind:
"Don't give me that! We just arrived and the person is gone! How can it be such a coincidence? It's obvious that you are the thief crying thief!"
Shikoti gritted her teeth and disdainfully exposed the tricks of the Greek gods in front of her.
The accompanying Nordic goddesses nodded one after another, agreeing with this answer.
Athena stopped the Greek gods who wanted to explain and stepped forward to retort.
"Suspect us? I was also suspicious of you! You've been staying here safely for three years, how come you're gone as soon as you arrived?"
"It's clearly your own doing, and you still want to frame us?"
"You are the ones who dared to do it but don't admit it. Don't even think about putting the blame on us!"
"Isn't that unreasonable?"
"Want to fight?"
“Come on!”
"Come if you want, I'm afraid of you!"
For a time, the goddesses of the two great ages of gods, Greece and Nordic, fought fiercely on the Ares Mountain, and the scene was extremely chaotic.
Aglaya, who was in the core area, was unfortunately hit by several stray bullets. His hands were unconsciously clenched, and he had obviously woken up from his coma.
But in the end, the glorious goddess still lay obediently in the deep pit, in a coma, and continued to endure the destruction of the two major camps of Nordic and Greek.
There was no way out. According to the adult's request, she had to wait until at least dawn before she could stand up and explain where he was going and settle the dispute.
Sir, you must run far away and don't get caught by them.
As an accomplice, Aglaya had tears in his eyes and prayed sincerely in his heart.
At dawn, a figure crossed the border of the Greek Age of Gods and came to an ancient city surrounded by seven hills.
We have finally arrived at Rome.
Loen breathed a sigh of relief and walked towards his sanctuary facing the rising sun.
(End of this chapter)
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