Greece brings evildoers.

Chapter 37 Stealing Athena’s tribute
In the ancient and magnificent stone temple, Lorne held Medusa's little hand and followed the flow of worshipers into the main hall.

The radiance of the morning sun shines through the dome's patio onto the marble throne in front of them. A luxurious statue made of fragrant wood and gold, with ivory carvings as the exposed skin, catches their eyes.

The female lord wears a bronze helmet and crown, with long, textured hair flowing down her head like a waterfall. A wooden owl rests on her shoulder. Her upper body is covered with snake-pattern armor. She holds a spear of victory in her right hand and a gun in her left hand. The sheepskin aegis [Aegis] embellished with golden tassels, its tall and slender figure exudes cold majesty and inviolable sanctity.

The Minoans worshiped the goddess. Although some male gods are also mentioned, the description of goddesses in Minoan religion greatly exceeds the former, such as the mother goddess in charge of fertility, a female animal master, a female protector of the city, family, harvest, and the underworld. etc. Some people believe that these are different manifestations of the same goddess, who usually have corresponding animal images such as snakes and birds.

And all these traces reflect Athena, who has the titles of snake goddess and owl goddess on Olympus.

As the crowd bowed their heads in prayer, the blasphemers among them raised their heads slightly, looked past the humble and humble believers who were willing to offer sacrifices to their family and wealth, and looked faintly at the female master on the throne, and said with some contempt Looking at the appearance of the god.

There was silence all around, and the statue still stood majestically, with no answer to prayers, no comfort for pain, no punishment for slights, and no sanctions for filth.

Lorne tightened the trembling little hand of Medusa in his palm, turned his head and blinked at the Gorgon who was cowering aside and did not dare to raise his head.

Look, I just said it’s okay?

As if infected by the relaxation next to her, Medusa mustered up her courage and gradually raised her little head, peeking at the face under the helmet with a pair of purple-red pupils.

Because this sculpture is infused with faith and blessed by divinity, its face is blurred from a distance, as if it is shrouded in a layer of mist, making it impossible for mortals to glimpse the holy face of God.

But the statue is still a statue after all. It stands motionless on top of the throne, and is not even as threatening as a wild dog baring its teeth on the roadside.

Inexplicably, the fear in little Medusa's heart disappeared, and the gloom that had accumulated on her face for a long time was diluted a lot, revealing her past essence.

"It's so boring here. When will it end? I'm already hungry."

The Gorgon rubbed her belly, pulled Lorne's hand, and whispered.

"immediately……"

Lorne rolled his eyes at the real "Hungry Man" next to him unhappily. After hearing the beep in his head indicating the end of the mission, he led Medusa out of the back door of the temple in compliance with the donation process.

The moment he crossed the threshold, Lorne paused slightly and looked back at the group of poor-looking people behind him, whose clothes were starched until they turned white, but still dedicated all they had to the gods and longed for a better life, as well as the believers in the hall. The sculpture, which was extremely gorgeous and expensive and could support dozens of families for several years, shook his head slightly and murmured silently.

Do you really like humans that much, Athena?

The sculpture will not respond.

But in the memories in Lorne's mind, there is a future related to the Minoans.

The eruption of Thera volcano island, the tsunami of Oceanus, continuous acid rain, and long-lasting dust clouds, all kinds of natural disasters representing [the wrath of God] will sound the death knell of civilization for them.

The Mycenaeans from mainland Greece would eventually invade and rule the entire island of Crete, burying the worship of the goddess and the future of the Minoans together...

It seems that you are not necessarily worthy of this admiration.

——My dear...sister?
Lorne outside the door sneered and shook his head, quietly put his outstretched hand into his pocket again, picked up the hungry man next to him who was almost unable to hold himself back, and walked towards the busy city down the hill.

Under the shade of a tree by the roadside, Medusa looked shocked.

"What? No money for food?"

"Of course, worshiping gods comes at a cost. I have dedicated all my lunch to the great female master."

Lorne spread his hands, feeling helpless, with a hidden evil smile hidden behind his innocent eyes.

"..."

Upon hearing such bad news, Medusa's expectant little face couldn't help but fall.

Immediately, she ground her silver teeth and turned her head angrily.

"Where?"

"I'll get it back!"

"..."

Seeing that the fledgling Medusa went a little too far after overcoming her fear of the gods and became so fierce, Lorne's breath was stagnant and he was sweating profusely. He quickly grabbed the Gorgon who wanted to go up the mountain to steal the money.

"No need, no need. Let's take this as a cushion first. I'll prepay some money from the reserve for lunch. I'll buy it right away!"

Immediately, he took out a few pieces of fragrant and delicate snacks from his pocket and handed them to Medusa's hand.

"Try it, it tastes very good."

Medusa sniffed her nose and took a tentative bite. Soon the sweet and refreshing taste bloomed on her taste buds, and a sense of satisfaction filled her heart. The young Gorgon couldn't help but His eyes were shining brightly, and he was full of praise for this delicious food. "tasty!"

"Of course."

Lorne nodded without surprise, took a piece and put it into his mouth to taste, the corners of his lips curled up in pleasure, and he spoke leisurely.

"This is a god-worthy, high-quality product, and the taste is undeniable."

Medusa, who was devouring her food, couldn't help but be startled. She lowered her head in astonishment and looked at the iconic snake pattern and olive leaf pattern on the snack in her hand. Her small body suddenly trembled.

"Did you steal the goddess's tribute?"

"What do you mean by stealing? I paid for it. It's a fair trade and no bullying."

Lorne corrected him sternly and stuffed another piece of snack into his mouth.

Medusa subconsciously hugged the remaining snacks to her arms, and then asked in confusion.

"But isn't our money supposed to be dedicated to the gods?"

"Yes, we offered sacrifices to the gods, and she accepted them, so this means that she is willing to solve our difficulties and provide shelter."

Lorne nodded, the smile on his face getting brighter.

"Then the question is, what was our trouble?"

"hungry?"

Medusa thought for a while and couldn't help but rub her belly and murmured.

Lorne clapped his hands and explained with a smile.

"So, you see, we give what we have to the gods, show piety, and seek solutions to problems, and the gods give back what they have, show mercy, and provide rescue. Fair trade, fair dealing, no bullying, isn't this right? ?”

"..."

Faced with this seemingly logical set of facts, Medusa was a little confused. It took her a while to think about it, and she spoke with a cold snort.

"Have you asked the goddess?"

"Of course!"

"Then what did she say?"

"She acquiesced."

Lorne looked solemn and spoke leisurely, muttering secretly in his heart.

Today I not only completed a weekly notebook, but also brushed up the [daily notebook]. The money was not wasted, and I got a taste of the palace's craftsmanship. I made a lot of money!
At this time, a smile filled with joy quietly appeared on that face, invisibly revealing someone's true nature.

Although on the surface he was kidnapped by the dice, all choices were made by himself.

Lorne, a soul from the future, obviously lacks true respect for the so-called gods and destiny.

Even as his nature was revealed step by step, he gradually began to enjoy the fun of fooling the gods. While throwing the pot to the dice, he took the initiative to make arrangements, and by the way, he also pulled Medusa onto the pirate ship.

After all, the future Gorgon would be killed by the demigod hero, and her head would become a decoration on the shield in the hands of the goddess Athena.

This time, think of it as taking her to collect interest from Athena in advance.

But obviously unlike Lorne, who had transformed into a Leziman, Medusa's deep-rooted fear of the gods still made Medusa feel a little guilty, and she couldn't help humming lightly to remind her.

"That goddess had better really think so."

"Don't worry, the Great Mistress is a benevolent and generous god. How can she watch devout believers suffer from hunger?"

Lorne complimented the wooden carvings in the temple against his will, looking confident.

"Walking about gods is not pious for believers. Since they have an insincere heart, what qualifications do they have to ask for the care of gods?"

Just as the two of them were whispering, a faint whisper came from the stall on one side. The girl with long silver hair shawl and wearing a white silk exquisite embroidered skirt put down the items she picked and turned to look at the stall under the shade of the tree. Lorne and Medusa have purple eyes as deep as the night and as bright as stars.

Behind her, a little girl with blond hair and blue eyes, a wreath of flowers on her head, pulled the hem of the embroidered skirt girl's skirt, smiled and stuck her head out, looking at the opposite side with gloating.

(End of this chapter)