Greece brings evildoers.

Chapter 49 Training in progress

After receiving the agreement, Athena smiled without saying a word, walked into the house with her servant Nikki, and sat leisurely on the bench in front of the table. After looking around, she looked thoughtfully towards the backyard.

"What? Aren't you awake yet?"

"You also said that he has been lying here with me for almost half a month!"

Speaking of this incident, Hestia, who was forced to wipe the butt of her eldest niece, couldn't help but feel angry.

"Don't worry, time is coming soon." Athena comforted her with a soft smile, while shaking the empty cup in her hand to signal to her aunt.

Hestia glared at her eldest niece, took out a pot of fruit juice that she mixed from the cupboard, and filled the cup in front of her eyes.

By the way, he also poured a cup to Nikki who was watching eagerly next to her.

As the master and servant drank the sour and sweet fruit wine in one gulp, savoring the wonderful taste of the collision on their tongues, Hestia put down the pottery pot and sat across from her, frowning at her eldest niece.

"Speaking of which, why are you suddenly so harsh on this little guy? This is not like your habit."

"It's rare to see a good seedling, so I can sharpen its energy and train it."

Athena picked up the clay pot and refilled herself with a cup. She glanced at the backyard and answered casually.

"It should be more than that, right?" Hestia raised her eyebrows and hummed. "I came here twice for this little guy. You don't seem to be such a leisurely person."

The hearth goddess sitting opposite looked at Athena in front of her with suspicion.

In terms of perspective, although she couldn't compare with her eldest niece who was known as the "Goddess of Wisdom", she could still get a feel for her eldest niece's temperament and habits after dating for thousands of years.

Seeing that Hestia was suspicious, Athena simply stopped hiding it, put down the pottery cup, and pondered leisurely.

"I took a fancy to his talent and wanted to keep him and train him to be my follower."

"Why do you suddenly have such an idea?"

Hestia was a little surprised and even more confused.

Generally speaking, every slave god and main god are closely related, and their authority is connected with each other. One will be prosperous and one will suffer, so one needs to be careful.

Instead of choosing carefully among the demigods in Olympus, Hestia fell in love with this little guy she met by chance in the city of Knossos. Athena's intention really made Hestia confused.

"It's not sudden, but I've had this idea for a long time, but I haven't found the right person yet."

Athena turned the cup in her hand, looked out the window at the street market, and sighed quietly.

"Last time, I went to see King Minos and advised him to be patient and resume sacrifices to my father and uncle, but he was determined not to serve the main gods of Olympus anymore. …”

Hestia couldn't help but fell silent when she heard this.

In the world created by the gods, it goes without saying what the consequences will be if you offend the gods.

The old humans drowned in the great flood are the best example.

Hestia wanted Athena to persuade King Minos again, but she opened her mouth and finally did not speak.

As a husband, his wife is violated by an animal;

As a monarch, his face is trampled upon by gods;

As long as it is a bloody man, I am afraid that it will not be tolerated easily.

If this wise king with a good reputation was not concerned about the subjects under his rule and the survival of the entire island of Crete, perhaps he would have drawn his sword against the sea god to defend his dignity as a man.

Although she is a member of the gods, Hestia has settled in the human world for a long time and has almost been assimilated into the world. She cannot blame King Minos for his choice.

What's more, King Minos also had clear grudges. He only stopped offering sacrifices to male gods such as Zeus and Poseidon, but his offerings to Athena, Demeter, and her, the goddess of the hearth, remained unchanged. .

As a result, Hestia was even more unable to speak.

However, if this kind of deliberate neglect is noticed by the gods, it may lead to a tragic end.

Neither King Minos nor the Minoans.

The almost foreseeable ending appeared in Hestia's mind, and she bit her lips, feeling a little unbearable.

"Is there no other way?"

"I don't know, I can only give it a try, but I can't defy Father God's authority." Athena glanced at Niki who rushed to the backyard and chatted happily with little Medusa, and her voice lowered.

"——At least, not now."

Hestia didn't seem to hear her niece's rebellious remarks, and turned to look at the corpse lying in the backyard, thoughtfully.

"So, you want to keep him in the city of Knossos, just in case?"

Athena nodded slightly and spoke calmly.

“Since this is the destiny chosen by human beings, when it’s time to let go, we should let them go and let them find their own way.”

The goddess of wisdom looks out the window at the vast and lofty sky, her eyes are deep and distant.

"Even a child will eventually grow up and step out of the cradle..."

"That's what we say, but if we can't change things, what can they do?"

Hestia shook her head, worry etched on her face.

"Not necessarily..." Athena smiled, her thin lips curled up, "The last great flood has already made our old grandmother very unhappy, not to mention the new human beings who have emerged from the disaster. I also got her blessing, so those people in Olympus will be more restrained, and even if they want to take action, I'm afraid they won't dare to be as blatant as before."

When Hestia heard this, her eyes lit up.

In the Bronze Age, the original humans created by Prometheus and Athena became increasingly corrupted by the opening of Pandora's Box.

In the name of "maintaining the purity of the world," the gods launched a great flood to exterminate the old humans who were considered "dirty".

For a time, the earth turned into a vast ocean, and thousands of lives disappeared in an instant. This move aroused the dissatisfaction of Gaia, the mother goddess of the earth.

As the God of the Earth and the Mother of the Gods, Gaia’s divinity gives hope and blessing to all life on earth.

To use a flood to cleanse the earth of life was tantamount to a great offense to her.

Therefore, the earth mother goddess Gaia sheltered Deucalion, a descendant of Prometheus, and his wife Pyrrha, and delivered oracles to them in the temple on Mount Parnassos, guiding them to continue the human race. Tinder.

"The earth is the mother seed of all things, and the stones are my bones. You put on your veil, take off your clothes, pick up the soil and stones on the ground, and scatter them on the land outside the temple."

So, the two of them threw the dirt and stones on the ground behind them according to the will of the earth mother Gaia.

Immediately, the soil behind gradually became tangible and turned into flesh and blood, while the stones turned into soft bones, and the textures on the stones turned into meridians.

The earth thrown by Deucalion became a man, and Pyrrha's became a woman.

A new human race was born from this.

Therefore, in a sense, today's human beings are also descendants of the earth mother goddess Gaia.

Although this old grandmother has been sleeping in the temple on Mount Parnassus for many years, her power is still there.

If he wants to launch another great flood to destroy the world, even God King Zeus has to weigh the consequences of angering the old grandmother.

"I will try my best to mediate in Olympus to prevent them from ending up personally..."

Athena said her plan in a deep voice, and then looked towards the backyard with a faint look.

"But whether they can break through the situation depends on themselves."

"Are you sure he is the person you are looking for?"

Hestia pursed her lips, worried.

"How will you know if you don't try?"

Athena spoke calmly, her admiration for a certain little guy in the backyard brimming with admiration.

"Besides, don't underestimate him. There are not many people who can take so many swords from me and still be alive."

At this moment, as the scene of the first meeting between the two parties was recalled in his mind, a meaningful color appeared on the face of the goddess of wisdom.

No matter what, this little bastard who dared to steal her tribute was better than those half-bloods in Olympus who trembled in fear when they saw the gods and did not dare to resist at all.

(End of this chapter)