greek mythology stuff

Chapter 21

If a new baby means hope, then a grown child means taking responsibility.

Triptolemus was the eldest child of King Kerius.

Therefore, after learning of the oracle of the goddess Demeter, Triptolemus took the initiative to invite Ying and chose to go to see the goddess with his parents.

Keleus did not hide from his children that Triptolemus had learned of the death of his brother Demophon.

But he still stood up without hesitation in the fearful eyes of his brothers and sisters.

But this time, fate favored him.

The goddess is exceptionally true to her promises.

In her chamber, the goddess generously bestowed on Triptolemus the knowledge of farming.

These precious knowledges are the essence of the two ages, which were gradually explored by humans in the Golden Age and the Silver Age, including knowledge about astronomical phenomena, geology, and grain selection.

Triptolemus is a treasure trove.

after March.

The earth has changed its face.

Worshiping flames, not believing in gods, the only human settlements that exist in the form of clans have disappeared.

Because of famine.

Those who escaped by chance gathered in Friage, Thessalia, and Eleusis to continue to seek survival.

But whether it was Friage, who believed in the gods fanatically, or Thessalia, who didn't believe in the gods, they were all just trying to make ends meet. The food reserves were almost exhausted, and there was still no harvest in the fields.

In contrast, Eleusis was much luckier.

As the residence of Demeter, the goddess of fertility, it is the only country with a good harvest.

Since March, there have been temples of goddesses everywhere in the country.

The people of Eleusis have already tasted the sweetness, and understand that as long as they believe in this goddess, they can get a good harvest.

In order to build more temples for the goddess of abundance, they did not hesitate to overthrow the statue of Zeus, the king of gods, and put the clay sculpture of Demeter into the temple.

And the No. 20 day of each month is designated as the festival of the goddess of abundance. On this day, people don't work and gather in the temple of the goddess to pray.

Today is the second day of No.20, and it is another day to meet the goddess. Triptolemus is a little nervous.

Three months ago, he went to the goddess' bedroom with the determination to die, but was honored.

This time, not knowing what to expect.

There is no pride in the heart illuminated by the glory of the gods, only apprehension and uneasiness.

Outside the temple, he checked his appearance carefully, and there were no omissions.

He breathed a sigh of relief and walked into the temple.

The goddess sat on the throne of the temple, and Triptolemus dared not get too close.

He knelt down near the door in the center of the hall, his chest humbly pressed to the ground.

No words, and dare not speak.

"Look up and see the achievements I have prepared for you." On the throne, the goddess in charge of abundance said.

Only then did Triptolemus dare to raise his head.

His eyes were immediately attracted by the carriage next to the pillar in the hall. The carriage was just an ordinary carriage, but the animals pulling the cart were not ordinary horses.

It was a ferocious big snake with a ferocious figure and wings on its back.

The big snake spat out letters from time to time, and Triptolemus estimated that it was as thick as his own arm.

Prometheus did not create the snake species at the beginning of creation, and Triptolemus has never seen such a ferocious beast.

"This should be the guardian of the gods."

He guessed, his eyes flickered, and he didn't dare to look again, but he didn't dare to look at the god arrogantly, so he had to bury his head on the ground again, waiting for the god to speak the oracle.

Demeter on the throne said to him: "This is a winged snake that can fly."

"I give it to you now."

"I want you to take it to the kingdoms of the four directions and spread the knowledge I have given you to them."

"I want all human beings on the earth to believe in me, and they can only believe in me."

Triptolemus immediately replied: "Dear Goddess, I understand."

Demeter looked at him. This human being crawling on the ground was not at all as strong as his father, nor as brave as his mother. Of course, he was not as cute as her son Plutus.

Sure enough, the majority of human beings are stupid and ordinary.

She shook her head: "Humans have never flown in the sky."

"I hope your deeds are worthy of the honor I give you."

Triptolemus was even more disturbed. He responded humbly, not even daring to move his paralyzed hands and feet.

"I will do my best to fulfill your request, noble goddess."

……

At the far east end of the land, there is a country called Stykua, and the king there is a man named Linkos.

Triptolemus had heard this market rumor, and had fantasized about that distant place.

Although he is the oldest child of King Keleus, he is actually not very old, he is only about 19 years old, and he is still a young man.

But since he took the initiative to ask to step into the residence of the goddess of abundance three months ago, he has changed.

He became a grown man with a mature mind and a responsibility.

Adults should not have illusions.

Triptolemus is going to the eastern end of the land for the first stop, looking for the country called Stikua, and drawing a full stop for his young self.

He drove the carriage dragged by the Winged Serpent and flew in the direction of the rising sun.

The scenery in the sky is very good, and the earth is like a slowly unfolding picture scroll under the feet.

But beautiful things need eyes that can appreciate beauty.

Apparently, Triptolemos, who suffered an accident at home, has lost this ability.

He drove the Winged Serpent without looking sideways all the way, only focusing on the direction and his own goal.

What puzzled him was that he had come to the eastern end of the land, and he could see the blue sea, but there were still no crowds or cooking smoke.

"Do you want to climb over this mountain?"

"But the Winged Snake can't fly over!"

He looked down and saw a wooden house at the foot of the mountain, and he flew down.

The wooden house is not old, it should be newly built in the past two years.

Stopping the Winged Serpent aside, Triptolemus stepped forward and knocked politely on the door.

"Hello, is anyone there?"

With a 'squeak', the door opened.

The person who opened the door was a middle-aged man with an unshaven beard, messy hair, and cloudy eyes.

"You looking for me?" he said.

Triptolemos quickly waved his hand: "No, I want to ask how to get over this mountain."

"I'm going to find a country called Stikua, and their king is a man named Linkos."

The middle-aged man walked into the house: "It is impossible for ordinary people to climb the Caucasus Mountain."

"This is Stykua, and I am King Linkos."

"Come in and have a glass of water, it's not easy to find here."

"You must be very thirsty."

Inside the house, Triptolemus was a little at a loss, holding the wooden water cup with both hands.

He had never seen such a strange king, without fine clothes, without a crown, and the queen was nowhere to be seen.

He hesitated, "Where are your people?"

"where are they?"

Linkos moved a chair and sat across from him.

"I have no people."

Triptolemus asked: "But you are a king, how can you have no subjects?"

Linkos became sad, and he said in an uncertain tone: "Maybe, there used to be."

But they all died...

Linkos didn't want to talk about the past, which made him sad, and he asked Triptolemus:
"Tell me about you."

"Why are you here?"

Triptolemus answered him: "God sent me."

"Let me teach farming knowledge to my compatriots on the land."

Lin Kesi's cloudy eyes became even darker, and his tone was inexplicable.

"god?"

"Which god?"

Triptolemus told him: "Goddess of abundance, my lord Demeter."

Linkos nodded mechanically: "I know her."

"One of the gods that appeared after the Creator was imprisoned."

"In Friage, I have seen her shrine."

"The temple is very large and magnificent."

Obviously Linkos' tone was flat, but Triptolemos felt a little embarrassed inexplicably, as if he wanted to get rid of the current situation, he said:
"Yes, the temple is very large and magnificent."

"The goddess is also great, as long as you believe in her devoutly, you can get a good harvest."

"We in the Kingdom of Eleusis all believe in her. Right now there is famine everywhere, and we are the only country that does not lack food."

Linkos' tone didn't fluctuate, and he couldn't hear likes and dislikes, at least, Triptolemus couldn't hear it.

"That's good."

"I'd love to hear from you."

"An angel."

……

It was night, and Triptolemus had already fallen asleep in Linkos' wooden house.

Lin Kesi is not a good student, and he often has to tell him three or four times a simple truth before he half understands it.

But Triptolemus is a good teacher. Even if the audience is only Linkos, he still meticulously completes the mission entrusted by the goddess.

By the time Linkos learned all the farming knowledge, it was already very late.

Driving at night is not a good decision, as you can't tell the direction and are prone to accidents.

Under Linkos' persuasion, he decided to start again tomorrow morning.

inside the house.

Linkos didn't sleep. He held an iron sword in his hand. The blade was rusted and had a sense of age.

The moonlight reflected on the sword body without even reflection.

He seemed to be making a major decision, for which he stared out the window at the Caucasus Mountains for a long time.

Suddenly, he sneered, the laughter was so abrupt in the quiet night.

"They also deserve to be gods?"

"Also worthy of enjoying faith?"

"Just a bunch of thieves."

"The world is so unfair, the true creator is tortured, and a pack of wolves enjoys the fruits of his labor."

Links already has a plan.

He raised his sword and came to Triptolemus' bed.

Raise the sword, charge up, and then slash.

but.

The sword stopped, in mid-air.

No, to be exact, Linkos should have stopped.

The wooden house disappeared in his eyes, and he felt his consciousness being pulled by some kind of existence, over the mountains, across the river, across the empty wasteland, to a temple.

He saw the god of abundance in the temple sitting on the throne, and he had seen her statue in Friage, and he recognized the goddess at a glance.

Consciousness gradually blurred, like a mass of paste.

But Linkos still heard the goddess whispering disdainfully.

"Stupid mortals."

Inside the wooden house, a rusty iron sword fell to the ground.

Linkos found that his hand could no longer hold the hilt of the sword.

It's like looking at the world from another perspective, and everything around becomes tall and out of reach.

He soon came to his senses and realized that he was no longer human.

Through the shape of the claws, the rich experience successfully judged the current identity.

A lynx.

Triptolemus on the bed was awakened by the sound of the iron sword falling to the ground, and was looking around blankly.

Linkos understood that he had no chance.

However, everything shouldn't just end like this. He still has one important thing to do, and he needs to finish it, or die on the way.

He rushed out of the wooden house, rushed into the dense forest, and rushed to the Caucasus Mountains not far away.

(End of this chapter)