Greece brings evildoers.

Chapter 38 The Riddler gets out of Greece!
Lorne coughed slightly under the shade of the tree and winked at the accomplice next to him.

Medusa immediately understood and quickly hid the stolen goods in her hands using the cover of her figure.

Children can be taught!

Lorne nodded secretly, put his hand on Medusa's smart head and caressed it for a while, then turned his head to the opposite side and showed an implicit smile.

"It was just a casual joke with my sister."

"Any joke has a serious element to it."

The silver-haired girl in front of the stall spoke calmly, her penetrating eyes seemed to be able to see through the color of the soul under the skin.

Under the scrutiny of those purple eyes, Lorne raised his arms angrily, assuming a restrained posture with a sad face.

"It seems that you are planning to pursue it to the end? If you are taken to the temple and punished for your inappropriate words, I have nothing to say, but my sister is innocent, she is just a child who doesn't understand anything!"

At this moment, as Lorne turned slightly sideways, little Medusa, who was pushed in front, raised her head with a confused expression.

"Humph, I just can't stand the sophistry and self-righteous cleverness of some people who confuse right and wrong."

The silver-haired girl hummed slightly, and her tense face gradually melted away.

Lorne heard the obvious looseness in the tone, and the corners of his lips curled up slightly.

This trick is to use retreat to advance, it’s done!
Immediately, he pulled up the little Medusa who was responsible for sharing the firepower, and prepared to slide down the slope smoothly.

"Thank you for your teachings. I will definitely regulate my words and deeds next time!"

Lorne assured him firmly while quietly retreating.

Just a few dozen meters away, he deliberately lowered his voice and muttered to little Medusa, but the silver-haired girl could still hear the conversation.

Obviously, this is probably no ordinary character.

Coupled with her embroidered skirt with exquisite materials and noble decorations and the little maid behind her who also looks pampered, I am afraid that their status in the city of Knossos is not simple.

There is no need to cause such a big trouble just because of a little dispute of words.

"and many more……"

However, before Lorne could successfully escape, the silver-haired girl took the initiative to step forward, her eyes narrowed slightly.

"You seem to have more than just inappropriate words, right? Stealing tribute is a serious crime..."

Lorne stiffened and turned his head in embarrassment.

In the end, I still failed to avoid the important and take the easy.

As the atmosphere became a little delicate, little Medusa came out from behind Lorne, raised her head, and took the initiative to push the cylinder.

"I'm hungry!"

Lorne pushed the restless head back, still maintaining a warm smile on his face.

"So, what are you going to do? Throw us to the temple to be tortured?"

"That's not to say..."

The silver-haired girl's eyes glanced at the little head behind Lorne that wanted to push out, and there was a hint of softness. Then she looked at the other face faintly, and snorted meaningfully.

"After all, that goddess is a 'merciful and generous' god. I am not qualified to blame the believers on her behalf..."

"Well, if there's nothing else..."

"No hurries?"

The silver-haired girl once again stopped the guy who wanted to run away at a certain moment, her thin lips slightly raised, and a subtle smile appeared on her cold face.

"Aren't you hungry?"

Seeing the smile on that face, Lorne instinctively sensed the danger. Just as he was about to speak, the silver-haired girl spoke first.

"Well, there is a harvest celebration recently, and the stall in front has prepared some puzzles. If you can solve at least three puzzles, I will treat you to this meal."

"Then just now..."

"I heard nothing and saw nothing."

The silver-haired girl spoke leisurely, and the conditions offered were quite generous.

"unfair!"

The unexpected answer made the silver-haired girl's face freeze slightly.

Seeing this, Lorne shook his head and explained with a serious face.

"I mean, that doesn't seem fair to you."

"What do you mean?"

"It was my inappropriate words and deeds that offended the gods worshiped by the Minoans. It is rare for you not to care about it. How can you still be allowed to spend money alone? This condition is really unreasonable."

Lorne answered seriously, then turned his head to look at the stall in the distance and suggested with a smile.

"How about this, we compete together to see who answers more puzzles correctly, and in the end the loser gets to buy the meal?"

"So, you want to compete with me?"

The silver-haired girl raised her eyebrows in amusement. Lorne smiled noncommittally.

"This rare festival is more interesting if we participate together and enjoy the process together."

"Makes sense."

The silver-haired girl glanced at the lively and festive crowds of people in the market, nodded gently, nodded in agreement, and then waved to invite.

"Then let's go, strangers."

Lorne readily agreed, pulled Medusa beside him, and followed behind with a smile, but he was secretly glad that he had once again managed to get through.

In games, there are wins and losses, rewards and punishments. This is an obvious truth.

According to what the silver-haired girl said, if he won, he would certainly be able to have a full meal and everyone would be happy.

But what if you lose?

Intuition told Lorne that this price was very dangerous!

Therefore, he decisively controlled the outcome of the game within what he could afford.

If you win, it’s a meal, if you lose, it’s just a meal.

It is absolutely worth it to exchange such a small price for that unknown and dangerous possibility.

"Here we go, when do we start?"

The deep groaning in his ears interrupted Lorne's deep thoughts. He raised his head and looked in the direction pointed by the silver-haired girl, and two mahogany tables came into view.

A large brown-black pottery urn is placed on a table. The mouth of the urn can only be accessed by one hand, and more than a dozen discarded pottery pieces engraved with puzzles are placed in the pottery urn, waiting to be selected.

On the other table are prizes such as fruit wine, snacks, clay figures, etc.

Seeing the dazzling array of snacks and toys, the eyes of the two little guys following them flashed brightly.

Lorne, who had successfully downgraded the danger, no longer had any worries, immediately smiled and nodded, took the initiative to throw a few Coppers of Athena into the basket on the table, and then made a "please" gesture.

The silver-haired girl didn't refuse, she reached out and took out a pottery piece, and the first riddle came into view.

"When you have me, you share me, but once you share me, I cease to exist. What is my name?"

"It's a secret."

Before anyone could think about it, a calm groan came out. The silver-haired girl who had only read it briefly threw the pottery piece on the table and explained with a smile.

“Because a secret is something that can only be known by one person, and once shared it is no longer a secret.”

"You're right! Correct answer!"

The elderly stall owner laughed heartily, picked up the bird statue on the other table, and handed it over.

Behind the silver-haired girl, the little blond and blue-eyed girl who was staring eagerly at this thing immediately accepted the prize with satisfaction.

Putting her fair and slender fingers on the little follower's head and touching it, the silver-haired girl turned her head and looked at Lorne to one side with a smile.

"it's your turn."

Gee, you are so competitive for no reason.

Lorne muttered to himself and took out the second question from the clay pot.

"I am strong as stone, but one word can destroy me. What am I?"

Then, he smiled and answered calmly.

"silence!"

Silence is like stone, but one word can break it.

Similarly, as the pottery pieces fell, Medusa also got a small piece of butter cake that she longed for, and began to eat happily.

Not bad...

The silver-haired girl's eyes were full of interest, she pointed at the pottery bottle and spoke in a deep voice.

"Together?"

Lorne smiled and nodded, and then he and the silver-haired girl took out the third and fourth riddles one after another.
"I can bring tears to your eyes and raise the dead, I will be formed in an instant and last a lifetime. What am I?"

"I often carry you away by night and bring you back by day. No one suffers from having me, but from my lack. What am I?"

Two questions came into view, almost coincidentally. Their eyes flashed and they spoke in unison.

"--memory!"

"—Sleep!"

Their answers are accurate, but their respective mysteries belong to each other's puzzles.

Obviously, both of them planned to grab the opponent's questions first and leave the opponent with no way to go.

The unexpected car crash made Lorne and the silver-haired girl stunned. They looked at each other faintly, and a strange atmosphere filled the air.

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