Greece brings evildoers

A sumptuous feast, from early morning to evening.

As the end came to an end, Lorne, as the chef, decisively handed over the cleaning work to Hestia and quietly left the back door.

Without it.

Artemis looked so scary.

——Not only did she stare at him from time to time during the meal, but the posture of tearing apart pieces of meat and swallowing it seemed to be grabbing him to chew...

Although he didn't know where he offended the huntress, it was wise to avoid him first when the momentum was not right.

Lorne muttered as he walked comfortably along the long street of Knossos City, thinking in his heart.

Currently, the three Gorgon sisters are sleeping in the temple of Athena because they have absorbed a large amount of ocean divinity;

The noisy Niki was also taken away by the goddess of wisdom and went to Olympus to help;

Hestia needed to tidy up the house and entertain her newly arrived niece Artemis;

After experiencing the beast tide, Crete is gradually getting back on track under the coordination of himself and Princess Ariadne;

Old King Minos still had to deal with his careless precious sons, and he had no time to pester him for the time being...

It's rare to have some free time, so why not enjoy this quiet night alone.

After making up his mind, Lorne wandered around the market in the mood for a walk, trying some local snacks, buying some interesting handicrafts, or quietly listening to people chatting, feeling that he was everywhere of fireworks.

But soon, his relaxation had to be terminated.

Because many people recognized him as the secretary, and enthusiastically rushed up to him, wanting to say hello to him.

Looking at the heads swarming around him and the many women screaming in excitement nearby, Lorne's scalp suddenly went numb. He quickly confessed, squeezed out of the crowd as quickly as possible, and put on pseudo-invisibility for himself. Magic has left this land of right and wrong that is no longer safe.

And when he slipped to a hidden corner three streets away, he looked back at the crowd that was still gathering in the same place and had not dispersed for a long time, and he couldn't help but shake his head with emotion.

The current self really looks a bit like the future Dionysus, and has become a being that drives both men and women crazy.

However, this seems not bad...

Lorne stretched, smiled casually, took out a bottle of wine from the magic circle, turned around and knocked on the door of a low house.

The owner of the house in the courtyard heard the sound and opened the door. A young man with slightly rough skin and a strong body couldn't help but feel surprised when he saw the figure standing outside the door.

"Secretary..."

"Shh!"

Lorne made a silent gesture and quietly pointed to the men and women on the street not far away who were still looking for him.

The young man suddenly understood and stopped speaking, quickly held his breath and invited this distinguished guest into the house.

Only when the two of them walked into the inner hall did he dare to vent his anger loudly. He hurriedly moved the simple tables and chairs, placed the few fruits and preserved meats at home, and entertained Lorne.

"Sir, why did you come here so late and didn't tell me in advance? There is nothing to entertain at home."

Looking at the shabby furnishings at home and the few things for guests scattered on the table, the young man rubbed his hands in embarrassment, with a look of embarrassment and guilt on his face.

"You don't have to be so polite. I've already eaten and I just stopped by."

Lorne chuckled in relief, then his eyes fell on the young man's slightly white-skinned left arm, and then asked.

"How's it going? Are you getting used to the new arm?"

"adapt!"

Hearing this, the young man couldn't help but nodded his head violently, his eyes filled with gratitude.

"Thanks to you, I can rely on these hands to support my family. Otherwise, I really don't know how to paddle out to sea alone."

"You don't need to thank me. Thanks to the help of old Kontanius, I was able to guess the time when the sea beast attacked. Now, I can be considered as repaying a favor to your father."

Lorne looked at the old fisherman's son, or the ordinary young man named "Polymonus" kindly, and took out the bottle of wine from his arms, put it on the table, and whispered.

"Your arm has just grown. It will take some time to completely return to its previous state. It will be good for you to drink a little of the wine I sent you regularly."

"I actually bothered you to make a special trip to send it here. I'm really..."

Seeing that this scribe, who had so many things to do, was still thinking about himself, the son of an extremely ordinary fisherman, Polymonus was so moved that he couldn't help himself, and was almost speechless.

Even though he had been born in two lifetimes, Lorne was still a little reluctant to see such an overly sensational scene, so he waved his hand quickly.

"Okay, I didn't do anything, I just took it easy. If there's nothing else, should I leave first?"

"Please wait a moment!"

However, the usually dull and taciturn young man was the first to block the door. With great courage on his face, he stammered.

"There is a rally tonight. If it's convenient for you, can you stay and attend?"

"Well, I'm not used to being in public..." Lorne hesitated.

"It doesn't matter if you don't show up!" Polymonos quickly ran into the house and took out a black hooded cloak with an eager look on his face. "Look, I've prepared everything for you!"

Seeing that the hospitality was hard to refuse, Lorne thought about the strange expression on the hunting goddess at home's dinner tonight. After weighing it, he nodded slightly.

"Okay then, I'll go with you to have a look, but I'm not sure how long I can stay."

Hearing this, Polymonus felt as if he had heard great grace. He nodded hastily in agreement, and his face fell into a burst of fanatical joy.

"no problem!"

Immediately, after the young man asked his wife to take care of the children, he put on the same black hooded cloak and took Lorne out of the city through the back door.

Although the road was not smooth, Polymonus, who led the way, walked as fast as a galloping horse, and his whole person was filled with great vitality.

And traces of extremely light golden red flowed under his skin, conveying the rhythm of life.

Lorne, who followed slowly, nodded secretly.

The experiment was successful, everything was as he expected.

Soon, the two of them took advantage of the darkness and arrived at an empty valley outside the city.

By this time, the place was already filled with figures wearing long robes and crowns of ivy and bindweed.

There were men and women, old and young, and there were hundreds of them.

Judging by their accents and mannerisms, some of them come from Knossos, some from Redos, some from Naxos, and some even from Greek city-states outside Crete.

These people gather in this valley far away from the hustle and bustle of the world, putting aside their identities and barriers in reality, chatting briskly about interesting stories from all over the world, or sharing the food and drinks brought by each other to have a temporary feast.

Compared with the somewhat indulgent figures, Lorne and Polymonus, who were mixed in the crowd, seemed ordinary and ordinary.

However, their arrival was also warmly welcomed by people.

Infected by the enthusiasm of the people around him, Lorne did not deliberately show his alienation. With his face disguised and distorted by magic, he greeted the people nearby politely and implicitly.

And not long after, a group of girls or women wearing ivy crowns, wearing deerskins, holding ivy or canes with pine cones in their hands, beat tambourines and cymbals, and sang to solemn tunes. and the atmosphere, walking from the forest.

Suddenly, the somewhat noisy valley suddenly became quiet, and everyone looked at the maids who were chanting hymns.

"Come, Dionysus, the blissful god of joy, you rise from fire and lightning,

Baltharus and a thousand mighty Bacchus,

The sword, the blood, and the pure woman make your heart rejoice,

You shout ‘Aha’ from above the clouds! (I really want to change the Bacchus ritual here to Aha. That would be so much fun. What do you think?)

Roaring fanatic Bacchus!

You hold the staff of God in your hand, and your anger surges to the sky, and all creatures fear you,

The mortals who inhabit the earth also respect you.

We are the ashes of the Titans, the descendants of ecstasy!

Our blood is thicker than water, we are connected by blood!

Come, O rejoicing God, give joy and blessing to all! "

Gradually, the people gathered around seemed to be infected by the solemn and cheerful tunes, singing happily together and participating in this grand secret celebration.

As for Lorne, who was among the crowd, he opened his mouth to lip-sync in a familiar manner, while twitching the corners of his mouth and raising his hand to touch his forehead.

All right.

No matter how many times he participated, this kind of behavior of being sacrificed in front of others still made him a little uncomfortable and felt overwhelming.

Yes, the esoteric sect that is beginning to take shape in front of you is the small group that Lorne personally built during this period of time through his position.

They became associated with wine, worshiped wine, and promoted self-indulgent personality. They were the predecessors of the Orphic religion that would worship the god of wine in the future.

Soon, the initial hymn ended, and the Dionysian women who presided over the assembly gathered the newly elected chief priestess to the front of the stage.

"Brothers and sisters, thank you for coming all the way to participate in the celebration. Let us raise our cups and jointly offer sacrifices to the God who has given us blessings and joy!"

At this moment, Mr. Jiaozu was walking among the crowd. When he followed the sound, he couldn't help but see the flushed little face that was filled with excitement and rebellion.

"puff!"

Suddenly, Lorne couldn't help but spit out the sip of wine he had just swallowed, with a look of astonishment and shock on his face as he murmured.

Why is it her?