Chapter 408: The Value of the Top Cards on the God of War Mountain
A few months later, Athens.
Large and small ships were anchored in the harbor. Strong winds were blowing on the Aegean Sea, and waves were surging on the wrinkled sea surface.
Boom boom...
The sky was covered with dark clouds, and the sound of muffled thunder could be heard from the low-hanging clouds from time to time, making the entire Peloponnese Peninsula look much gloomier.
With this horrible weather, it looks like we can’t go out to sea today.
A fisherman with gray hair but a strong body on the boat had no choice but to lower the sail, tie the rope, and then go ashore and lean in front of the statue of the goddess of victory with golden wings on its back, as if it was about to spread its wings and fly high. His wandering thoughts inevitably began to recall the past.
These days, life is really hard for ordinary people.
Be careful of monsters on the road, be careful of storms at sea, and be careful of divine punishment in general...
Even the divine-blood nobles who are the builders of cities in various states have to be careful in what they say and do, otherwise if they accidentally displease some petty-minded gods, the disasters they bring down will be enough to bring disaster to everyone in the city-state.
If things go wrong, even the snakes, insects, rats and ants in the city will be in trouble.
Since the war of gods in Olympus, the status of the gods in the upper world has been restricted, their temperaments have gradually become more restrained, and in order to develop faith, they have even become much friendlier to humans.
The mortals and city-states on earth thus lived a peaceful life. They no longer had to worry about waking up every day to find some god coming to their door and killing everyone in the city for unknown reasons.
In those days, as long as you were willing to work and put in some effort, even a commoner like him with no skills or background could have enough to eat.
If you continue to work hard, you may even be able to save some money to send your two boys to the Athens Academy, where they can learn some skills and knowledge, and then slowly move into the inner city to make a living.
All of these are graces brought by kind-hearted gods including the goddess of wisdom Athena, the god of wine Lorn, the goddess of hearth Hestia, and the goddess of justice Themis.
They limited the authority of the gods, restrained the words and deeds of the nobles, compiled universal laws, and brought order and fairness to this originally rotten world.
But the good times did not last long. After only a few years of peace, disasters began to strike various places.
The tsunami of Trozen, the beast tide of Arcadia, the demon pigs of Calydon...
And the most violent of all, the Gigantes.
During that time, it was as if we had returned to the dark days of the past, with monsters, giants, natural disasters, evil gods...there were things everywhere that could take lives.
Every breath of air you take is a life after a catastrophe;
Every time you wake up, be thankful that you have lived another day;
Every time you go out, it is a farewell to life and death...
Fortunately, the adults on the War God Mountain really treat them as human beings.
They set out all the way from Athens, quelled the beast plague in Arcadia, suppressed the tsunami in Troezen, sent people to subdue the magic pigs of Calydon, and then built a defense line in Thessaly, gathered heavy troops, and slaughtered all the Gigantes giants who ran out from the depths of the earth.
And the Olympian gods who were worshipped and sacrificed by various city-states really changed their nature. They all descended on the battlefield of Thessaly and together annihilated the Gegantes giants who ate human flesh raw, ending this protracted natural disaster.
This is what we call a god!
Only such gods are worthy of their worship and faith!
If he wanted to build temples and sculpt statues for them, he would rather pay a few more cents to the priests who were collecting donations. At most, it would be just a matter of casting a few more nets at sea.
After all, compared with those gods and heroes who fight for their lives on the battlefield, what does having a few more arms of strength matter?
The old fisherman knocked on the marble platform he was sitting on, and a look of pride appeared on his wrinkled face.
By the way, the stone for the statue of Nike, the goddess of victory, was transported from the mountains by him overnight.
Moreover, his two sons who were studying at the Academy of Athens both participated in the war of gods in Thessaly, and in the end each of them received a medal called "Olympian".
When the old man thought of this, he looked up at the sky where lightning was flashing, and couldn't help but spitting in contempt.
Bah, damn Olympus!
Even with the giants of Gigantes blocking his doorstep, he didn't dare to show up and could only hide in the sky and shrink his eggs. What kind of god king is he?
It’s really a pity that during the annual great sacrifice, He is still the one who enjoys the most tributes!
Just as the old man was complaining in his heart, the shadows of the trees on the distant hills swayed and flocks of birds were startled.
A marble bust sitting on a throne holding a thunderbolt was pushed down by hundreds of people using ropes and crowbars, and it crashed heavily into the waves below the cliff.
Hearing the faint cheers coming from the mountain, the old man sitting on the stone platform couldn't help but smile.
That’s right, that’s the way to do it!
Why put such an eyesore on the mountain? If you want to put something there, you should put our goddess and the god of wine there!
The old man, in a good mood, immediately got up and went home, ready to take his pickaxe and go into the mountains.
Since there is no way to go out fishing today, I might as well get two pieces of the best marble and let my sons give them to the priests in the city.
After all, a statue of the new god would certainly come in handy.
If you are lucky, the priests will pay you a handsome reward, which is much more than what you can earn from fishing.
The old man had a look of cunning and mercenary nature typical of a petty bourgeois, and he went out carrying his quarrying tools.
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At the same time, on the Ares Mountain.
Artemis, looking radiant, walked out of a door wearing a hide belt, stretched her waist comfortably, raised her hand and threw out two meat bones from the magic circle.
A fat and strong golden retriever smelled the scent and ran over happily.
The goddess of hunting moved the dog's head with satisfaction, then took out a bow and arrow, and drew a Hermetic line with her finger, calling back the two golden-horned deer that were leisurely nibbling on tender leaves in the back mountain, and took the golden retriever that was concentrating on gnawing on bones, and jumped onto her beloved chariot together, and flew to the hunting grounds in the Arcadia Mountains to enjoy the entertainment after the main meal.
As the silver light disappeared into the sky, two curious figures dared to come out from the corner of the corridor, walked carefully to the door, and quietly went in.
At this time, the house was in a mess, with tables, chairs and benches broken into pieces, and all kinds of places covered with shocking scratches, bite marks, trampling and impact marks. The floor, ceiling and walls were as tragic as a battlefield, and a strange smell mixed with the fragrance of flowers and wine filled the air.
On the large metal bed, several bronze carvings on the headboard were twisted violently. A young man with sunken eye sockets and long messy hair sat on the headboard, lying on the bed in the shape of a "Tai" character, motionless for a long time, like a dry grass that had been squeezed dry, looking down at the ceiling with a melancholy look.
Since the Battle of Thessaly, he must have been tormented by various female heroes for three months.
Sometimes it's solo, sometimes it's in a group;
Sometimes it's just a matter of doing it, sometimes it's a plot play:
Sometimes it’s the traditional path, sometimes it’s an iterative approach;
What's even worse is that some people even used props and potions...
With such a high-intensity laning match, Loen felt more tired than fighting two battles of Thessaly. His jar of fine wine was squeezed until almost only the lees were left.
When will this day end?
Loen pressed his waist which seemed to be groaning faintly, turned his head to look at the two petite figures coming in, and forced a dry smile on his face.
"Anna, little Medea, why are you here?"
"You haven't eaten for a few days. I'll bring you something to eat..."
“We just made it.”
The two little ones with purple hair looked at each other and answered while carrying food boxes to the bed.
When Luo En heard these warm words, he was so moved that he almost cried.
Those unsatisfied nymphomaniacs should really learn what gentleness and consideration are. They just worry about whether they have eaten or not all day long, and don't care whether he is still hungry or not.
"What did you bring today? Let me see..."
Loen, who was opening the food box with a smile on his face, stopped talking abruptly. He glanced at the pots and jars in the box and the various roots and herbs floating in them, then silently closed the lid.
Seeing this, Medea couldn't help but urge: "Eat, why not eat?"
"Yes, while it's hot." Medusa echoed in a low voice, with the same eager look on her face.
Luo En's eyelids jumped, and he looked at the two caring little girls in front of the bed:
"What's inside?"
"Some supplements..."
"To keep fit..."
Medea and Medusa answered confidently, their concern evident in their words.
A hint of doubt flashed across Luo En's eyes, and he pushed the food box back with a forced smile.
"No need to make up, I'm fine! If there's nothing else, I'll leave first."
Having said that, he decisively jumped up from the bed and pretended to walk towards the door.
But before he could take a few steps, Medusa beside him became anxious and rushed forward to stop him.
"No, you can't leave!"
"Why?"
Loen looked at the two of them in confusion, but did not stop.
Seeing that she was about to lose her target, little Medea shouted in desperation.
“Because we paid for it!”
"ah?"
When Loen heard this unexpected answer, he was stunned for a moment, then he came to his senses and asked with a smile.
"What money?"
Little Medea realized that she had said something wrong and looked away guiltily, as if she had not heard it.
Lorne didn't care and turned to look at Medusa on the other side with a bright smile.
"Anna, you are the best and have never lied to me before. Come on, tell me what happened?"
In the end, under Lorne's mental PUA, Medusa, who had a significantly higher sense of morality, was forced to surrender and had to confess honestly.
"Yes, it's your money..."
As Medusa stammered out the whole story, Lorne's face turned from white to blue, from blue to black, and from black to green, and the hand holding the teacup trembled slightly.
He now seemed to understand why, in the past three months, whenever he was about to go out, he would run into his old lovers from all walks of life who would block him back.
After all this time, it turned out that someone sold him out!
That’s right, this is not a description, but an actual behavior.
——There is an evil force on the War God Mountain that monitors his actions all day long, determines his free time, and secretly auctions these time periods, and then arranges various services for him based on the amount of money offered by the bidders.
That group of people would even hire third-rate playwrights from Athens to write scripts for various PLAYs for bidders to choose from.
No wonder my daily schedule has been so packed from morning till night in the past three months...
No wonder imprisonment, thick breasts, and squeezing are all over him...
Bidding in secret, queuing for appointments, paid services...
Looking at it from another angle, isn't this just the courtesan in a brothel who is forced to smile and welcome guests from all directions?
So, what about him? The top card of the God of War Mountain?
When Luo En thought of this, a frown appeared on his face, and he asked in a sinister tone.
"Who did it?"
Upon hearing this, Medusa and Medea shook their heads in unison, looking as if they were trying to keep quiet.
When Loen saw this, his face immediately frowned, looking extremely disappointed.
"Don't tell me? Then I'll have to inform the Snake Mother and the King of Colchis..."
Upon hearing this, the two little ones immediately shrank their necks.
The trick of meeting the parents has a considerable destructive power in ancient and modern times, both in China and abroad.
Seeing the victim walking out the door in a swagger, the two little ones, still feeling ashamed, had no choice but to give up.
Medea carefully revealed the mastermind: "Yes, it was my aunt..."
When Luo En heard the answer, he felt a little suspicious.
“When did she develop this business?”
"My aunt has been obsessed with alchemy recently, and her expenses are very high. However, the academy refused to provide her with funding because she blew up several laboratories, so she set her sights on you."
Medea quietly revealed the motives of the mastermind's actions and then made some additional remarks.
"Besides, she said that after raising you for so long, it's time to charge you some interest."
"So, she stopped selling cupcakes and started selling me instead, right?"
Loen's face turned dark, but more doubts immediately surged into his mind.
"That's not right. How does she know my schedule and movements from day to night?"
"It's the eldest sister and the second sister..."
Medusa on the other side raised her hand cautiously, and then began to explain the operation model of the entire criminal industry chain.
"Because they devoured a lot of Typhon's flesh and blood, the power of the beasts of the eldest and second sisters has been greatly improved. Now the monsters, cats and dogs on the mountain all listen to them. They know exactly when you go out and who goes out from you."
"So that's what it is. It's quite professional."
Loen nodded thoughtfully, then looked at the two patrons who had just lined up today and asked with a smile.
"So, how much did you two spend?"
"Fifty high-level magic books, seventy gems, one hundred kilograms of mithril..."
"Three thousand gold Zeus, three hundred kilograms of mountain copper, and more than a hundred magic cores of the Typhon subspecies..."
The two little ones hung their heads and answered dejectedly.
"Hiss~~" Loen gasped and looked at the two generous little enemies in astonishment, "You two spent so much just for such a trivial matter? This price is enough to buy a small city-state!"
As if sad things had been brought up on them, Medea and Medusa looked up at Lorne, their expressions becoming even more depressed.
"You are too expensive. Hera, Artemis, and a few others who come here often bring several carts of gems every time they go to Ares Mountain."
"Medea and I don't have that much money. We had to pool our money together to get our share of this opportunity."
When Luo En heard this, he was speechless. He raised his hand and gave each of the two little girls a slap for trying to steal a chicken but ended up losing the rice, and scolded them unhappily.
"It's a loss, so let it be a lesson for you."
The two little ones covered their heads, and their pretty faces turned into bitter expressions.
But then, the voice in my ear turned softer: "From now on, if you want to see me, just come directly. Why give money to others?"
Upon hearing this, Medea and Medusa's worries turned into joy, and they nodded repeatedly with blushing faces.
But after a moment, the two seemed to have thought of something and looked worried.
"But it seems like there are still seven or eight numbers behind you that haven't been queued yet."
“…”
The gentle smile on Loen's face froze and turned into a dark cloud. He turned to look at Medea and Medusa and asked in a sinister tone.
"So, where are Circe, Stheno and Euryale now?"
The temperature in the room dropped suddenly, causing Medusa and Medea to shiver.
Now, someone is going to be in trouble.
(End of this chapter)
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