Chapter 172: Madam's Ingenious Plan to Pacify the World, but She Lost Her Daughter and Her Army

A few days later, it was night.

Lorne sat at the desk in his bedroom, activated the fluorite lighting, and as usual, pulled out a few old magic books from the bookshelf that appeared on the side, and flipped through them eagerly.

As the holy place of the goddess of memory, the collection of books and knowledge reserves here are undoubtedly the most complete library in the whole of Greece.

Theoretically, as long as the goddess Mnemosyne nods, the visitor who is granted the right to use can check any information and books he wants.

And these in front of him are basically the teaching materials he urgently needs at present, which can greatly supplement his magic knowledge framework.

While reading, Lorne flipped through the magic book in his hand at a very fast speed, and his eyes read ten or even a hundred lines at a glance.

But even so, as long as he put down the book and closed his eyes for a while, those obscure words and sentences can clearly emerge from his mind, as if they were directly carved into the depths of his memory, turning into an immortal palace that will never fade.

——Crown of spiritual thinking, palace of memory.

This is the blessing from the nine Muses and the goddess of memory.

It is said that there was a Greek poet named Simonides who attended a banquet. After he passionately read a lyric poem praising the two gods Castor and Pollux in the banquet hall, he was called out by the oracle of the great god in the dark. At this time, the banquet hall collapsed, and no guests survived in the hall. The bodies were blurred and relatives were difficult to identify. However, Simonides identified the bodies one by one according to the seats of the people in the hall, as if he had rebuilt the palace of memory with his hands under the inspiration of the oracle.

Therefore, the Greeks believed that there was a palace in the depths of human memory that was governed by the goddess of memory. Whoever could open it could touch the source of knowledge and wisdom.

Therefore, using it in literary creation and continuing to write [Theogony] and [Sacred Words] was only the initial use. Using it to exert one's own learning ability and make the speed of accumulating knowledge form a qualitative leap is the real way to open it.

Relying on the blessing and search authority given to him by the goddess of memory and the nine muses, Loen frantically flipped through tens of thousands of books on the bookshelf. In just a few days, he almost swept through the entire library and built his own palace of knowledge in the depths of his mind.

His knowledge reserves and magic level also made rapid progress.

Unfortunately, the [Crown of Spiritual Thought] was completed, which meant that he had no reason to stay.

In theory, he was about to be kicked out by the goddess of memory.

However, after Loen quickly flipped through the several magic books in his hand, he took out a pen and paper from the side of the desk and wrote down three "reading experiences" today.

——"The Man Who Sells Idols", "The Fox and the Grapes", "The Lion and the Wild Donkey"

Soon, with the blessing of the muses' spiritual thoughts, three stories were vivid and interesting, and the language was humorous and humorous. The manuscript was completed.

After reviewing it and confirming that there were no taboo words, Loen dried the ink with satisfaction, stuffed three pieces of parchment filled with reading notes into the magic book he had finished reading, and prepared to hand them over to the goddess of memory tomorrow.

According to the practice of the past few days, after receiving the returned magic book and reading his "reading notes", Mnemosyne would most likely praise his learning attitude and generously extend his stay in the Temple of Memory, allowing him to continue to work hard.

After all, history has proven the enduring cultural lethality of "Aesop's Fables".

Moreover, this is still in a world of the Age of Gods full of conspiracy and fighting. Some fables that are far from grand narratives and have unique content are simply a wonderful seasoning to add color to life for Mnemosyne, who likes reading and knowledge.

It is for this reason that the goddess of memory will turn a blind eye and acquiesce to Loen's stay.

After completing tomorrow's update, Loen was also refreshed and comfortable.

There is no way, the author's life is always so simple and pure.

——Happiness comes with manuscripts, and pain comes with no manuscripts.

"Ah~"

Just as Lorne stretched and prepared to go to bed for meditation and rest, the door was quietly pushed open, and a sneaky and graceful figure squeezed in at night.

"Erato?"

Looking at this lively and lovely muse, Lorne was stunned and asked subconsciously.

"Come to me so late...what's the matter?"

"Discuss poetry..."

Erato tightened the wax board in her arms, her burning eyes fell on Lorne in front of her and the bed behind him, and she couldn't help licking her moist cherry lips.

By the way, she is in charge of love poems...

As the temperature around her rose, Lorne immediately understood, moved her dry throat, and asked Erato to sit down by the bed, ready to discuss with her the true meaning of love.

And for such illusory things, understanding is the best teacher!

Obviously, the Muse who took the initiative to sit over also agreed with this.

But just as the two cultural enthusiasts wanted to go a step further and start a literary discussion, two figures squeezed in from the half-open door.

"Thalia? Melpomene? What are you doing..."

"Talking about the script..."

"Coaching the lines..."

The two Muses who were in charge of comedy and pastoral, as well as tragedy and elegy, explained the reason with a vague look, and at the same time looked at the sister who appeared here on the bed.

But before the two of them could speak, three more figures squeezed into the room.

They were the three sisters among the nine Muses - Calliope, the eldest sister who was in charge of heroic epics, Clio, the second sister who was in charge of history, and Euterpe, the third sister who was in charge of lyric poetry.

Then, the door that had just been closed was pushed open from the outside to the inside.

Polyhymnia, who was in charge of odes and rhetoric, Urania, who was in charge of astronomy and astrology, and Terpsichore, who was in charge of chorus and dance, also came in.

In the narrow doorway, the nine Muses gathered together looked at each other, and they couldn't help but look embarrassed and subtle.

Lorne coughed dryly, breaking the strange silence, and asked the six new Muses carefully.

"You are here to talk about the script too?"

"Script? What script?"

The three older Muses were confused when they heard this.

"We heard from our mother that you are leaving soon, so we came to see you off."

"Yes, because of our mother's order, I'm afraid we can't leave the Temple of Memory together and accompany you."

I'm leaving?

Soon, Loen realized that this was just a perfunctory reply from the goddess of memory. She had even asked him to update more and slack off yesterday.

It was probably because she couldn't let go of her face and pretended to be fair and had no PY transactions with him, so she deliberately put on a distant attitude.

By the way, it also made the muses keep a distance from him before the problem was solved.

It was just that these muses, who were daughters, believed it to be true and thought that the two sides were about to part, so they squeezed in and wanted to cherish this last time together.

Realizing that this was a misunderstanding, Loen smiled and said a good word for the goddess of memory.

"It's okay, I can understand the difficulties of Mnemosyne."

"That's just the mother goddess's intention, it doesn't represent our thoughts!"

At this time, the muses heard this, but they became more worried and held Loen's arm excitedly, saying seriously.

"No matter when and where, we are willing to be with you, and we definitely don't mean to abandon you!"

Seeing that their thoughts seemed to be going astray, Loen subconsciously wanted to correct them.

However, the nine muses looked at each other, as if they had made up their minds, and spoke solemnly.

"Tonight, let us fulfill this promise in our own way!"

Fulfill the promise?

Just as Loen was somewhat at a loss, nine arms grabbed his arms, hugged his shoulders, held up his head, or pressed on his chest...

A pair of lively, steady, gentle, or serious eyes stared at the handsome face, and the burning gazes flowed out, igniting the air in the bedroom.

In this situation, Loen immediately understood what the nine muses meant by "fulfilling the promise".

Without waiting for him to speak, the fiery and impulsive "love" took the lead and rushed over, lowered its head to seal his lips and teeth, and gave him a fierce long kiss.

As Erato took action, the remaining eight muses were not to be outdone and A-ed up, filling the entirety of this opposite sex god with themselves.

Muses are nine goddesses with different personalities, but at the same time, because of their common "literary" priesthood, they can also exist as a whole of thoughts.

"Crack~"

The fluorite shattered, and the room fell into darkness.

In the "respect" and "support" of the nine muses, the new head of the muses could no longer bear it, turned over, filled the nine portions again and again, and left his own mark.

At the same time, the core of the memory temple.

Mnemosyne, who was sitting in front of the desk, looked at the swaying bookshelves around her and the faint sounds of the deep temple, her face was as dark as the bottom of a pot.

But in the end, she looked at the three copies of the book review in her hand, and could only draw a few Hermes words with her fingers in a sullen manner, isolated herself in a quiet environment, and continued to look through the manuscript in her hand.