Greece brings evildoers

As the obviously younger figure outside the door squeezed into the room, Hestia's tense nerves finally relaxed. She couldn't help but pat her chest and looked forward with complaint.

"Anna, you scared me to death!"

At this moment, the little Medusa, who had transformed into the body of a young girl, quickly raised her index finger in front of her lips, making a silent gesture, and pointed to the next door.

"Shh, I'm not asleep yet..."

Immediately, Hestia quickly covered her mouth to stop her voice, and even her breathing became cautious.

Hey, one of you is the goddess of the hearth, the eldest sister of Zeus; the other is the Gorgon, the hero killer... Are you so afraid of her?

Seeing the two men reacting like thieves, Lorne rolled his eyes wildly and couldn't help but curse in his heart.

However, Hestia had just taken advantage of her niece, so naturally she couldn't be tough.

Medusa has encountered bloodline suppression. After all, she was eaten to death by Athena in both Greek mythology and the modified Roman mythology.

As for Lorne himself...

A wounded man lying dead on the bed closed his eyes and recalled the scene of Athena picking up wattle sticks with a smile on his face and beating him all over the yard. He suddenly shuddered and quickly shook his head to drive away the nightmare figure.

It's too terrible, I can't afford it, I can't afford it!

The three people in the hut looked at each other and vaguely reached some kind of consensus. They lowered their voices and slowed down their breathing in unison.

"Hey, this can be used to treat injuries."

The small Medusa stepped forward and handed a half-open wooden box to Lorne.

There was a dark red paste inside, and a cool smell mixed with a hint of fishy sweetness poured into the nose.

When did she know how to make healing potions?

Lorne was a little surprised, and his eyes immediately fell on the little girl's arm hanging on the other side.

Under the plain and translucent clothes, there was a faint mark.

The wound seemed to have just scabbed over, and there was still a trace of bloody smell left on it.

This little fool!

At this time, Lorne, who had already understood, glared at the little Medusa in front of the bed and raised his right hand high.

The shadow shrouded her, and Medusa subconsciously shrank her neck.

However, in the end, the hand that was raised high was gently lowered, and he rubbed the little head vigorously.

"Don't do that next time..."

There was something unquestionable about the gentle admonishment. Little Medusa looked at that serious face and nodded helplessly.

After receiving a satisfactory answer, Lorne's face showed a smile again.

However, due to the excessive movement, the needle-like stinging sensation came from all parts of his body again, causing him to gasp for breath and grinning in pain.

"Your injury is not healed, so you'd better stop moving."

Seeing this, Hestia couldn't help but feel guilty and distressed as she spoke out to advise, and directly took the leaning upper body into her arms.

Suddenly, a soft and plump touch came from the back of his head, making Lorne unable to move even more tormented, painful and happy at the same time.

At this moment, watching Hestia feed her apparent "brother" spoonful by spoonful, little Medusa was vaguely feeling competitive, and she was not to be outdone.

"Let me help you apply the medicine!"

As she spoke, little Medusa dug out a piece of dark red ointment from the wooden box and gently applied it to the wounds on Lorne's body with her hands.

Feeling the coolness of the ointment and the delicate touch of his fingers sliding on the skin, Lorne not only relaxed his frown, but even gradually raised the corners of his mouth, feeling vaguely enjoying it.

The Kitchen God feeds the people, and the Gorgons give medicines. Even a king would not change this treatment.

Lorne sighed in his heart and couldn't help but fall into reverie.

In fact, if he could enjoy this kind of benefits every day in the future, he would rather be whipped by Athena every day.

It doesn't even hurt to make the storm come more violently!

Just as the wounded man on the bed was closing his eyes and dreaming, the wound on his chest was suddenly touched, and the spoon that almost penetrated his throat made him flop up from the bed like a fish starved of oxygen. The face is sad and angry.

"Ana, Hestia, you..."

The resentful accusations came to an abrupt end, and Lorne's neck bones were like rusty gears, creaking and stiffly turning upwards for a few inches, and he looked at the silver-haired goddess standing in front of the bed in horror.

And, Hestia and little Medusa on the side were maintaining the same posture as him.

Gulu...

The three of them swallowed in unison, feeling weak in their hearts. They subconsciously pulled away and broke away, making a sacred separation while showing each other's innocence.

However, Athena in front of the bed raised her hand and pressed it softly, showing a faint smile to Hestia and little Medusa.

"No, you are busy with your business, I just stopped by to take a look."

The two men, one big and one small, nodded stiffly, their expressions numb and mechanical.

Immediately, Athena moved her gaze to Lorne in the gentle countryside, and the smile on her face became even warmer.

"Well, they took good care of you. It seems that you will recover in less than a day."

Similarly, Lorne nodded stiffly, and a thin layer of cold sweat broke out on the back of his neck.

Then, Athena changed the subject, with a bright smile on her face.

"Then, let's advance the training and start tomorrow morning."

Hearing that kind and gentle announcement, Lorne's eyes darkened on the bed and he almost fainted.

"Don't play too long and go to bed early tonight."

Finally, Athena left a gentle instruction, waved her hand in a friendly manner, turned around and walked out of the room, and even closed the door very politely.

However, the moment the third visitor stepped out of the threshold, there was a sound of dishes and wooden boxes falling, as well as hurried exclamations and a scream that was delayed for more than a minute.

At the same time, the goddess of wisdom in the corridor lost her smile, her face turned as black as the bottom of a pot, and her veined fists clenched her bones with crisp sounds.

I obviously cultivated Cong Shen with all my heart, but my aunt took the lead!

I told that guy not to get too close to Artemis, but he ended up getting mixed up with that woman!

And tonight, don’t you care? Why are you here to show your courtesy?

One or two of them don’t satisfy me!

Looking at the owner's obviously unhappy expression, Niki, who was standing behind, raised the pottery bottle in her right hand in confusion.

"What about the medicine?"

"Throw it away!" the goddess of wisdom snorted angrily.

"What about the rice?" Nikki raised the food box in her left hand again and blinked in distress.

Athena rolled her eyes at the gods behind her who were not opening or lifting any pots. She gritted her teeth and cast a faint gaze on the living room.

"Isn't it eaten yet?"

"Woof?"

At the same time, the golden retriever who was taking a nap under the table seemed to feel an invisible chill approaching in the air. He woke up from his dream and stuck out the dog's head in a dazed and innocent manner.

(ps: At present, the system of subordinate gods belongs to Hestia; the highest degree of intimacy belongs to Medusa; the fastest relationship progress belongs to Artemis... As for Athena-she is busy in vain, but she is defeated.)