Chapter 91 The Legendary Young Lady Killer and the Treasure of Women (4.6k)
A few days later, a new drink called "wine" made from fermented grapes spread in the city of Knossos.
In just a few days, it quickly became popular among the people with its mellow taste and rich berry aroma, and became the most popular drink for the Minoans in the streets and alleys before meals in the afternoon.
"Would you like to have a drink together?" soon replaced "Have you eaten?" and became the most common greeting among the residents of Knossos.
Of course, not everyone can afford the high costs in the emerging pubs, but this does not prevent them from swearing their love for "wine" between the lines.
Because the joy and intoxication that wine brings to people, as well as the pleasure of forgetting all pain, are things that nothing else can bring.
People who love wine do not want to deify it, and they do not drink until they are drunk and unconscious all day. They just use this medium to temporarily tear off their masks and disguises, abandon the roles they play and the responsibilities they need to take, release pressure, and give their souls a short rest.
There is too little equality among humans, and there is too little joy among humans. Every child is born with a cry, and no one comes out with a smile...
——Everyone has to be born, whether you like it or not; everyone has to die, whether you like it or not.
And wine provides equality of happiness, it is cheap and readily available.
They bring intoxicating, soothing pleasure to people, rich or poor.
So, no matter whether the sky falls or the earth sinks, whether it is a volcano or a flood tomorrow.
——Have a drink first, comfort yourself for your hard work, please your body and mind, and give your soul a short rest.
——Life is finally coming to an end. There is no need to go too fast. It will not be too late to move forward with your heavy burden after you wake up.
These are the teachings left by the scribe who created "wine" and shared this gift with others.
The arguments that were incompatible with asceticism, coupled with his approachable personality and the feat of saving the island of Crete, quickly made these words become the golden sayings believed by drinkers and were widely praised and recognized.
Life is hard enough and life has to go on, so why not use alcohol to find some fun in the virtual world?
With the efforts of hundreds of people, the city of Knossos quickly emerged from the shadow of the beast disaster, and was filled with joy and festive atmosphere almost every day.
But in contrast, the number of drunkards picked up by the city defense forces on patrol in the streets has also been rising.
After all, not everyone has the self-control to resist this indulgence and temptation, and not everyone can distinguish between loving wine and alcoholism.
As a result, the production and life of some families were affected by the emergence of alcohol, and women, either resentful or angry, came in groups to ask for an explanation from the culprit.
However, after drinking a few cups of "hot tea", the women often came in a rage and left feeling refreshed both physically and mentally.
Because they not only experienced the beauty of venting stress from wine, but also took away the decrees issued by the clerk and the precepts he conveyed as a belief in wine.
——People who truly love wine also love life. They often know how to restrain themselves and will never indulge themselves for the sake of pleasure, which is a blasphemy to this [gift].
——Therefore, if someone is found by the city defense army due to drunkenness, he will not only be fined and sentenced to hard labor, but will also lose the qualification to participate in the [Dionysus Festival] the following year.
The clerk himself promised that next year he would prepare to hold an unprecedented festival in the city of Knossos.
During this period, there will not only be free unlimited drinks, but also many new products will be launched for people to try.
If the effect is good, this will become a regular annual celebration in the city of Knossos in the future.
Of course, those drunkards who have made mistakes during this year and blasphemed the aesthetics of wine will still be deprived of the right to participate in the celebration.
——In short, if you don’t know how to be self-disciplined, you are not allowed to attend the party!
Soon, under the governance of this actual ruler of Crete and the saint and teacher in the hearts of drinkers, the trend of alcoholism in Knossos was rectified with immediate effect.
For a time, not only were there no drunkards in the streets, but ordinary people who had found a balance between releasing stress and working hard were instead inspired to have a greater passion for life.
Gradually, the whole island of Crete was shrouded in a joyful and cheerful atmosphere. The gift called "wine" was also transported to various city-states in Greece along with the merchants and fleets. It exchanged for a large amount of scarce resources such as food and minerals for the Minoans, making their lives richer and better.
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"Old Taylors, right? What's wrong? Is your husband still suffering from palpitations and insomnia? Tell him to drink less alcohol, it won't help you sleep, drink milk or honey water instead."
"Pitacus's? I want to know how to make delicious bread? How about trying this fermentation method?"
"Kliubela's daughter? Have you had a falling out with your father and want to find a job to support yourself? I remember that you studied weaving. Why don't you go to the temple and ask? They seem to need a lot of cloth recently and are in great need of female workers..."
As the girl with her eyes flickering and her face slightly blushing left with gratitude and satisfaction, Loen looked at the door of his house which had finally become spacious and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
"You are really welcome in Knossos, Mr. Secretary..."
Hestia, carrying a basket, looked up at the sun in the sky which was almost at noon, rolled her eyes and complained weakly.
Originally, she was planning to go out in the morning to buy some groceries and try out a new recipe she had come up with.
For this purpose, the stove goddess who is usually a bit lazy in bed got up early.
However, unexpectedly, even at dawn, a large group of women from Knossos were crowded at the door of their homes, waiting to greet a certain secretary and ask for advice.
Thinking of the situation in recent days, Hestia, who was somewhat troubled, felt a headache and her eyes looking at Loen became more and more resentful.
Perhaps because of their previous complaints and consultations with the clerk regarding their family's alcoholism, word of his unparalleled wisdom and approachable attitude spread among the women.
As a result, more and more women gathered in front of Hestia's house and complained to the enlightened and wise secretary.
The clerk was as approachable as the rumors said. With great patience, he tried his best to give them satisfactory answers and perfect solutions.
Gradually, the problem was no longer limited to alcoholism. Troubles in life, work, and even relationships were all brought up by these bold women for questioning.
The secretary's reputation was repeatedly elevated, and he became a true friend of women.
In fact, every morning Hestia's house was crowded with a large number of women who came to see her.
Some of them are genuinely seeking advice, some are doing it to satisfy their curiosity, and some are just at the age of horny...
At this moment, a certain [Women's Treasure] heard Hestia's complaints and couldn't help but roll her eyes.
"Isn't this all your fault?"
"I don't know if the matter has been resolved yet, but these women are still not done with it..."
Hestia grumbled angrily, a hint of regret appearing on her face.
When alcohol first became popular, many family conflicts arose due to excessive drinking, and the women's complaints naturally reached Hestia's ears.
As the goddess who protects the peace of the home, Hestia certainly cannot ignore it, so she takes the group of noisy women to find her external brain and Lorne, the culprit.
Not surprisingly, the resourceful secretary easily solved the problem caused by [wine].
But it also triggered a new round of family crisis.
Only this time the victim was the home goddess Hestia herself.
"If I had known, I shouldn't have let them in!"
Hestia looked at the external brain in front of her that was supposed to be hers alone, and pounded her head in frustration, feeling somewhat regretful.
Loen was somewhat helpless about this.
Perhaps because of his divinity of joy, indulgence and enjoyment, the original god of wine was not only popular among men, but women were even more fanatical in their worship of him.
Therefore, historically, the priests following Dionysus, the god of wine, were all women. They were his most devout believers and went crazy for his every appearance.
According to legend, Orpheus, the son of Apollo, the god of light and a talented musician, was beaten to death by a mad priestess and female believers because he accidentally broke into a wine sacrifice mystery ceremony...
Therefore, this characteristic of "women's treasure" may have become a part of his bloodline since he chose this priesthood, and it cannot be gotten rid of.
But sometimes, being too charming can be a headache.
The popular Kitchen God and the even more popular future God of Wine looked at each other and sighed helplessly and depressedly.
As if she had nowhere to vent her anger, Hestia blamed Lorne's creation.
“Come to think of it, I really don’t understand why so many people like the [wine] you created. Obviously, this kind of self-numbing thing is just a way for people to escape from reality, and it can’t solve any problems!”
"On the contrary, escaping is shameful but useful."
Lorne shook his head in rebuttal, looking deeply at the bustling streets outside the door and the satisfied faces, and spoke meaningfully.
“Not everyone has to face the bloody reality and become a hero who overcomes all hardships. Taking a detour and escaping is also an option.”
Not everyone has to be, wants to be... a hero?
Hestia muttered, and couldn't help but think of herself.
Compared with the blood relatives on Mount Olympus who were keen on pursuing royal power and divine power, I am so different.
Perhaps, to them, their elder sister who does not strive for progress is also escaping from the reality.
Lorne glanced at Hestia, who seemed to be deep in thought, and began to ponder again.
“Moreover, how [people] choose has nothing to do with [wine].
A lone brave man will not completely indulge in illusions and become weak just because he drinks one more glass of wine.
A coward would not dare to face the bleak reality and move forward bravely just because he drank one less glass of wine.
They are just looking for a temporary resting place for their souls, so that they can have more courage to move forward after resting.
Therefore, the emergence of wine not only did not cause the order of Knossos to collapse, but instead helped more people get out of pain and shadows and love life more. "
As he spoke, Lorne pointed to the pedestrians and vendors outside the door, using real-life examples.
"If you don't believe me, look at Knossos now. Aren't there more smiling faces than before?"
"Is it really as magical as you say?"
Although the facts were before her eyes, Hestia was still somewhat skeptical.
"It's not like I haven't drunk [alcohol] before, so why don't I have the feeling you describe?"
"Nonsense! That's because you are one of the twelve main gods. How can a mortal brew something that works on you? If it was a fine product brewed by me personally..."
The voice stopped abruptly at this point.
Ron glanced at Hestia beside him, shook his head and waved his hands, showing an attitude of consideration for the other party.
"Forget it, forget it. Those things are too powerful. I'm afraid you won't be able to handle them and will lose your composure in front of others..."
"I am the Lord God, I have seen everything! How can I be afraid of your jar of wine?"
The stove goddess, who felt she was being looked down upon, suddenly became a little angry.
As if intimidated by Hestia's aura, Loen couldn't help but stand in awe.
"The goddess is very brave..."
"Just kidding, I'm super brave!"
Hestia raised her eyebrows, patted her chest to prove herself, and reached out to Lorne even more impatiently.
"Give it to me! Two jars!"
"Or, let's just forget it..."
"Stop talking nonsense, four altars!"
"I have some low-proof fruit wine here..."
"Shut up! I'm going to drink up all the wine you brewed today!"
Under repeated provocations, Hestia, who had been questioned repeatedly, finally couldn't bear it anymore. She glared at the clerk who had looked down on her and had been making excuses, and she directly questioned him.
"Tell me, where is it?!"
"Well..."
Lorne looked extremely embarrassed. He didn't say anything, but his eyes involuntarily glanced towards the backyard.
Immediately, Hestia, who noticed this little action, raised the corners of her lips and revealed a smug smile.
"Humph! I know it even if you don't tell me. It's in the cellar, right?"
Having said that, the Hearth Goddess decisively left Lorne behind and rushed towards the cellar entrance with great momentum.
Today, she must expose the lies of [Wine] and let this arrogant guy see who the eternal and unchanging Lord God is!
"My Goddess, you can't do this! You can't do this..."
Lorne raised his hand and spoke hurriedly to dissuade him.
But even though the noise was loud, he didn't move forward a single step.
As he watched the stove goddess crawl into the cellar, the corners of his lips raised in joy and he muttered secretly in his heart.
Now, we have the experimental materials.
A quarter of an hour later, the rich aroma of wine wafted from the cellar, which not only made people intoxicated, but also made even the birds on the trees fall from the branches to the ground and fall into a deep sleep.
“Bang!”
After listening for a while, there seemed to be no movement in the cellar. Loen snapped his fingers lightly to dispel the smell of alcohol, then slowly opened the cover and walked into the cellar.
At this time, nearly half of the twelve jars of fine beer stored in the corner had been opened.
Luo En counted carefully and found there were five altars.
Looking around, the stove goddess who had made such a bold statement before was now sleeping soundly on a pile of carrots.
The originally fair face was now flushed.
"Lorne... hehe... little Anna... mine, all mine...!"
With a vague silly smile, Hestia, who had no idea what she was dreaming about, rubbed her hot face against the slightly cool big carrot, with strands of crystal saliva hanging from her lips, dripping onto the ground.
He's already so drunk after just five jars. This Kitchen God is lame.
While admiring Hestia's silly look when she was drunk, Lorne took out his magic crystal to take a screenshot and save it for later viewing.
After taking a 360-degree photo without blind spots, Loen contentedly put away this dark history. An evil smile of success appeared on the corner of his lips. He raised his arms high and then dropped them heavily.
“Bang!”
The two perky buttocks trembled violently, giving a great feel.
——"Ding, the second trial, the desecration of the virgin goddess Hestia, has been completed!"
Along with an invisible sound, a silver oracle that emerged from the altar in Loen's mind gradually melted away and was recast into a brand new silver badge.
At the same time, the glimmer on the twelve-sided dice, which was about to dim and go out, flickered again, and an obscure and invisible divine will of [chance] emanated again, shielding the perception of fate and stirring up ripples in the world of constants.
Very good, it’s done, the Fog of War renewal is successful.
so……
“Pah, pah, pah!”
A more intense sound of beating echoed in the small cellar. Lorne spanked the stove goddess' raised butt without any mercy, and the corners of his lips drew a happy and joyful arc.
My goddess, let me teach you a lesson so that you can know what it means to be evil.
“Pah pah pah pah!”
The waving arms almost left an afterimage, bringing an even louder sound.
(End of this chapter)
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