Greece brings evildoers.

Chapter 668 The Virgin Goddess is out of stock, who will restock?
A few days later, Athens.

"Open the door! The Council of Demigods!"

While the nobles of the Divine Blood were still dreaming in bed, they were dragged out of their blankets by heavily armed infantry and Divine Blood Guards who broke down the doors, and then invited into the military camp or Mount War God for tea.

The exchange was harmonious and friendly. The nobles, who usually walked sideways, were as quiet as startled quails in the room.

Because that spy chief named "Katyn" really does kill people.

Moreover, she not only possessed divine pronouncements from the gods, but also tokens from the city builders of various families brought from the Pure Land of Bliss, granting her almost limitless privileges.

After witnessing the most vocal and powerful figures being skewered into pieces and nailed to the wall by the fierce-looking woman, the remaining nobles of divine blood all quieted down and cooperated fully in explaining the situation in Athens and the dirty tricks that various families had done behind the scenes.

After collecting the materials she wanted, Katniss didn't make things too difficult for the trembling guests. She had them sign and draw lots to make up for it, and then sent most of them down the mountain.

As for the small number of nobles whose behavior was particularly egregious, she locked them up in a dark room and made them eat prison food.

After a swift and decisive review, most of the "dead branches and rotten leaves" and "democratic parasites" that had been parasitizing the prosperous tree of Athens were swept away.

The criticism of Aglaia's dictatorship was no longer raised.

After a night, the warm and gentle morning sunlight washed away the lingering darkness of the night, revealing a clear and bright sky.

Athenians from all walks of life opened their doors and went out into the streets and markets.

As the Divine Blood Guards led the Divine Blood Nobles who had committed grave crimes to the dock, to be tried by the Assembly of Citizens, and sentenced them to death, the citizens couldn't help but cheer for the wisdom and brilliance of the gods and the superiority of the Athenian system:
This is yet another great victory for democracy!
Then they began their usual busy day.

Those who need to eat should eat normally, and those who need to earn money to support their families should continue to earn money to support their families.

For most people, the enthusiasm for political participation and the weight of democracy are still not as tempting as the three meals a day in their bowls.

However, the news from the returning fleet didn't put everyone in a very good mood.

Enemy ships have been spotted again in the near sea.

Moreover, it wasn't just the Egyptians and West Africans who appeared in the last war of the gods; Carthaginians, Persians, and Hittites also joined in, and even pirates who lacked hostages and slaves...

The entire coastal area was in complete chaos, with a sense of impending doom and impending storm.

It seems that a cataclysmic battle is about to begin.

The messenger from Delphi confirmed this.

They brought with them a prophecy from the Temple of Delphi:

The seeds of evil have been sown; the enemy will seize all wealth and lives on Greek soil and plunder sacred Athens. But wise Athena will provide the people of Athens with a wooden wall, a shield to protect their descendants…

The Athenians, upon hearing the news, had many different opinions about what the wooden wall was.

The priests and elders argued that the wooden wall referred to the wooden palisade defenses on the Acropolis hill in Athens.

However, this interpretation was quickly overturned by the public.

How could their goddess of wisdom give such a straightforward and fragile answer to ensure the continuation of the Greek flame?

After a heated discussion, some wise person offered a reasonable interpretation of the prophecy:
The Athenian fleet was the "wooden wall" that protected the Greek city-states!
Athens had a powerful navy that traversed the Aegean Sea, and Athena was the goddess of navigation and military affairs.

Whoever is the master of the sea will be the master of Greece.

Of course, a fleet is inanimate, and ships need people to control them.

Therefore, their hope in the face of this catastrophe lies in the Athenian Navy!
What builds a city-state is not magnificent houses or sturdy walls, but people who dare to meet challenges.

The once mighty city of Sparta had neither magnificent temples nor sturdy city walls, but this did not hinder their glorious history of dominating the Peloponnese peninsula.

Therefore, as long as Athens' navy remains strong and its citizens never yield, a glorious future will still belong to Athens!
This answer was met with unanimous approval and even applause from the Athenians.

However, to keep the Athenian navy strong, it seems that an excellent naval commander is needed.

So, after a brief discussion, the citizens of Athens quickly remembered Themistocles, a former naval admiral who was to be exiled by the assembly.

How could they treat a naval admiral who had just rendered outstanding service to Athens like this?!
unacceptable!

The citizens were outraged and immediately took to the streets to request the initiation of a second citizens' assembly.

The Council of Demigods readily heeded the advice and initiated a retrial of Admiral Themistocles.

The result was as expected.

The citizens of Athens unanimously decided to lift the banishment of the naval admiral, reinstate him, and allow him to continue to lead and strengthen the Athenian navy.

This is fate's arrangement, all for a better Athens!

~~
The private residence of Claudius during the Roman Age of Gods.

Lorne glanced at the sealing wax on the scroll, then chuckled and tossed it to Aglaia beside him:

"Kines has sent a message."

Aglaia opened the scroll, carefully read its contents, and her admiration for the teacher was overflowing:
"My teacher, you solved the problem that was troubling me so easily. Your wisdom is so divine that I admire you to the point of prostration!"

"Don't talk nonsense. This is the choice of the citizens' assembly, and it is also the superiority of the democratic system. It has nothing to do with me."

Lorne blinked, looking completely innocent.

Seeing this, Aglaia couldn't help but smile teasingly, covering her mouth and chuckling softly:
"Yes, yes, yes, it's normal that the coastal weather has been bad lately and there are more waves. Those enemy ships that were scouting ahead entered by accident; the oracle of Delphi spreading in Athens was also an accident, and it has nothing to do with you."

However, what the radiant goddess did not know was that this Delphi oracle was indeed part of history, and that the contact and even conflict between the Egyptians and Greeks were inevitable historical events.

Lorne simply applied a little push, allowing these inevitable events to evolve into the outcome he desired.

Therefore, even if an Origin-level deity wanted to investigate, they could only regard the change in that admiral's fate as an "accident."

However, the admiral was unharmed, but what about the other great philosopher?

Upon hearing Aglaia's question, Lorne produced another secret report:
"Don't worry, I've already had Katniss throw that great philosopher into the army, so he can work as an assistant to Themistocles, who has been reinstated."

Upon hearing this, Aglaia was immediately relieved.

The various city-states of Greece were teeming with bandits, monsters, poisonous insects, and even wicked descendants of gods.

Therefore, those who dare to go out alone and survive are usually not weaklings.

As a scholar who needed to promote his doctrines during his travels, Socrates was also a model of a martial arts practitioner who "knew a little about fighting".

He, along with his student Plato and his grand-disciple Aristotle, were fond of an art called "Pancrass." This was an ancient Greek martial art that had been passed down since the time of the gods.

Alexander the Great, a student of Aristotle, was a Hellenized Macedonian prince and a Pancrass expert.

Therefore, Pancrassian combat was considered a traditional skill of Socrates.

Moreover, as a renowned scholar who had studied at the Academy of Athens, in addition to Pankrasin martial arts, the academy also taught knowledge related to magic and alchemy.

Socrates, Plato, and Aristotle were also among the best in this field; ordinary divine beings were no match for them.

In addition, Socrates, as an Athenian citizen, participated in three wars.

His first battle was the Battle of Potidaea, fought alongside his friend Alcibiades. When Alcibiades was wounded, Socrates saved his life.

Years later, at the Battle of Delium, Socrates once again demonstrated his courage. According to records, when the Athenians retreated from Delium, Socrates did not simply flee like the others, but rather, like a pelican, scanned his surroundings and retreated calmly, occasionally turning around to show everyone that he would do everything in his power to defend himself and his comrades.

In Socrates' last battle—the Battle of Amphipolis—although he was 48 years old, he once again went to the battlefield as a hoplite. The battle aimed to recapture the Spartan-occupied region of Amphipolis, but ultimately failed.

It is worth mentioning that among the generals who participated in this battle was the famous historian Thucydides. He was responsible for transporting reinforcements to Athens, but failed to get the reinforcements into action in time. As a result, the Athenians judged Thucydides as incompetent and punished him with twenty years of exile.

Therefore, Aglaia had no doubt that Socrates could survive in the army, given that he was such a valiant veteran and a master of magic.

Furthermore, with the addition of this great philosopher, the Athenian navy would undoubtedly attract a large number of Socrates' students and his former acquaintances. These were all excellent magicians and alchemists, and their enthusiasm for joining the army could be mobilized, further strengthening the Athenian navy.

This is beneficial to all of Greece.

After listening, Aglaia was deeply moved:
"Even if you sell them out, they'll still thank you for your kindness."

Lorne rolled his eyes at Aglaia, feigning anger, and said:

"This doesn't sound like a compliment. Are you trying to subtly mock me?"

Aglaia quickly shook her head: "How could that be? You solved the problem of Athens for me and helped me protect the naval commander I recommended. I am so grateful to you."

"So, how are you going to thank me?" Lorne countered.

"How about a dance?" Aglaia answered instinctively.

Before Lorne could react, the goddess of light walked to the center of the living room and presented her teacher with a gift of thanks.

Each time her toes touched the ground, tiny golden ripples were created, and these patterns of light spread along the teak floor, blending with the spots of moonlight.

As the dance began, her long, slender, white arms stretched out slowly like silk lifted by the night breeze, the traces of her fingertips tracing the air condensing into pale golden halos. When the spin started, the skirt blossomed with layers of arcs of light, like an aurora vortex suddenly exploding in the polar night sky.

As one of the Three Graces, Aglaia is not only proficient in singing and dancing, but also has an unparalleled aesthetic sense in clothing and makeup.

She has short, golden hair and pale yellow-blue eyes. Golden patterns, imbued with a divine quality, adorn her chest. She wears a headband woven from olive branches and blossoms, and a metal necklace with geometric patterns and natural elements. Her wrists are adorned with patterned metal bracelets, and her arms are wrapped in gold thread and petals. She wears a loose, flowing robe with a golden, pleated skirt, and a draped, flowing golden veil, her attire embellished with gold embroidery. A metal belt cinches her waist, with a white sash accentuating her figure. Leg rings are made of black leather and laurel leaves, and she wears high-heeled sandals with straps of seashells and olive leaves wrapped around her ankles and calves. Her fingers are adorned with metal rings, and her toenails are painted gold…

The abundance of Greek-style elements, combined with graceful dance steps, seems to be interpreting the meaning of "beauty" to the world.

As a viewer, Lorne had to admit that he was amazed by his subordinate.

While he was lost in thought, Aglaia's eyes flashed, and she glided to the table, extending her slender arm to boldly extend an invitation to her teacher and superior:
"My teacher, would you be so kind as to invite me to dance with you?"

"I'm not very good at dancing."

Lorne felt a little awkward and wanted to refuse.

However, upon hearing this, Aglaia's eyes lit up, and an even brighter smile appeared on her beautiful face.

Not good at it? That's even better!

"It's alright, I can teach you."

As she spoke, she pulled the teacher up from his seat, led him into the living room, and began to teach him step by step.

The sound of footsteps was crisp, and figures crisscrossed.

The two deities dancing together under the moon sense each other's temperature through their skin and express spiritual beauty through their bodies.

As the god of origin, Lorne naturally learns very quickly.

Whether it's the dance steps, postures, or the underlying meaning, they can all be mastered with ease.

But sometimes, learning the posture too perfectly can also be a source of trouble.

Three-quarters of an hour later, Lorne's posture gradually became distorted. After struggling to look away from the gold line tattooed on Aglaia's chest, he coughed and said:

"Well, I've received your thank-you gift. It's almost time, you should go back and get some rest."

Looking at her boss's back, bent like a shrimp, and feeling the burning heat emanating from her skin, Aglaia smiled gently.
"No, the dance isn't over yet, and neither is the lesson."

Immediately, the goddess of light revealed a mischievous, girlish expression, clasped her hands with Lorne's, and offered a second dance as a token of gratitude to the gods and her mentor.

Under the moonlight, the two figures dancing together gradually intertwined and merged, creating an even more intense symphony of life.

~~
At dawn, a sliver of golden sunlight streamed into the main hall.

Lorne woke up from his sleep with a yawn.

Looking at the mess on the ground and recalling the absurdity of yesterday, he couldn't help but shake his head and smile bitterly.

Now, even the last piece of pure land on Mount Ares is gone.

I am truly guilty of a terrible sin.

Who will fill the void left by the missing virgin goddess in Greece?

However, after only a few seconds of repentance, Lorne froze, gasping for breath as he looked at the bulging blankets.

The dancers have a really good foundation.

But it's so early in the morning, what if...

"boom!"

As if to verify his conjecture, three small figures with short red hair flapped their wings and used the power of [Gateway] to pass through the barrier and hurriedly rushed into the main hall:

"Teacher, something's happened! Something's happened!"

Seeing the three little ones leaping towards the bed, Lorne's already pale face instantly turned green.

(End of this chapter)