Chapter 182 Self-Cultivation of Leeks (41k)

Chapter 182 Self-cultivation of Leeks (4.1k)

The next night, at the Thebes Palace.

A gust of cold wind blew through the doors and windows and poured into the palace. King Pentheus, who was sitting alone on the throne with his eyes closed, shuddered when he heard the creaking sound. He immediately stood up in a hurry, pulled out the bronze sword on the shelf beside him, and looked around vigilantly.

"Who? You are playing tricks, come out!"

Pentheus waved the bronze sword in his hand in the air and issued a warning.

However, the only response to him was the whistling wind outside the door.

It was just a false alarm.

Pentheus' face flushed slightly, and then he put the bronze sword back into the scabbard in a sullen manner, and his hanging heart relaxed a little.

But even so, when he thought of the handsome young man who came and went without a trace in the palace last night, the young king's expression was a little uncertain.

At that time, there were so many God Blood Guards staring at him in the palace, but they didn't notice how he disappeared.

Even after searching the entire palace and the city for two consecutive days, the guards still could not find any trace of that man.

Since he could sneak in and disappear so easily, does this also mean that if that guy wanted to assassinate the king, it would be just as easy?

Realizing that this threat might still be lurking in a corner of the palace, Pentheus was immediately a little terrified and could not help but look down at the token engraved with the image of a poisonous dragon next to the throne.

Those pagans of the Dionysian Church were still imprisoned in the dungeon. If they were released...

With floating thoughts, a hand reached down hesitantly.

"What? Are you afraid of a little trick performed by a false god?"

The sudden voice echoed in the empty hall, and Pentheus's face changed. He immediately drew his sword and turned around to defend himself.

However, a scallion-white index finger gently pressed on the sword blade, effortlessly pressing down the sharp weapon that could cut gold and iron.

"it's me……"

A low and somewhat hoarse voice came from the blood in front of the throne, and the entire hall was filled with a faint red light at some point.

A pair of narrow eyes stained with scarlet looked at the young King Thebes in front of him, shaking his head and sneering.

"A descendant of the dragon slayer Cadmus, a blood relative of the war god Ares, a true descendant of the gods, he is actually afraid of a mere false god, which is a shame to your ancestors."

"I don't!"

Pentheus's blood surged all over his body and his cheeks turned red. He immediately raised his neck and retorted loudly, as if he wanted to try to prove something to the mysterious man in front of him.

"What about your courage? Show it to me." The figure in blood looked forward and continued to guide, "Being humiliated in front of someone and letting him escape in public, this kind of madman makes you lose face. ,How to do?"

"I will kill him sooner or later!"

Anger welled up in Pentheus's heart, and he immediately snorted darkly.

Regarding this answer, the figure in blood nodded with satisfaction.

"This is right, my king, you should be the most noble being in this land. Anyone who dares to disobey you will pay the price in blood!"

Hearing Xueying's approval, the young king felt excited.

But then, when he thought of last night's scene, he couldn't help but feel a little depressed and embarrassed.

"That's true, but that guy ran too fast. My people couldn't catch up. What can I do if I can't catch him?"

Xueying glanced at Pentheus who was complaining to her, the contempt in his eyes flashed away, and he smiled faintly and spoke.

"He can escape, but some people can't."

"You mean?" Pentheus thought thoughtfully.

"Since the pagan god is known as [loving], is he willing to make a small sacrifice for his innocent believers?"

Hearing the meaningful whisper in his ear, Pentheus instantly understood, and immediately excitedly grabbed the city builder's token beside the throne, injected divine power, and activated the runes in it.

Soon, a team of divine blood guards opened the main door of the palace hall, filed in, and asked the king on the throne in a deep voice.

"Your Majesty, what do you want?"

"Go to the dungeon immediately, escort all the pagans to the square and hang them one by one, until the pagan who escaped last night is willing to surrender!"

Penthes threw the token with a grin and gave instructions.

Hearing this, the commander of the guards was stunned and reminded carefully.

"But your majesty, your mother and several aunts are still in the dungeon, right..."

However, this hesitation made Pentheus' face gloomy, and his eyes were filled with angry scarlet.

"Shut up! No matter who it is, worshiping false gods and joining paganism is a capital crime! Execution! All of them will be executed!"

"Yes, yes..."

Under that fierce and tyrannical look, the commander of the guards did not dare to say much, and quickly picked up the token on the ground, gathered people, and headed towards the dungeon.

When the Blood Guards who received the order completely disappeared from his sight, Pentheus immediately turned his head to the side and asked impatiently.

"How did I do?"

The blood shadow in the dark smiled and applauded, with approval in his eyes.

"This is what a wise monarch should look like. You are better than your grandfather!"

Pentheus nodded with satisfaction, and the young cheeks set off by the blood were full of excitement and cruelty.

That's right, I am the king of Thebes!

No one can disobey my will! Not even God!

However, just as Pentheus was immersed in a wonderful fantasy, the team of guards who had been ordered to go to the dungeon returned with a panicked look on their faces.

"Your Majesty, it's bad! Those pagans have escaped!"

"What?"

Upon hearing this, Pentheus stood up from the throne angrily and cursed at the commander of the guards.

"What are you doing with so many people? You can't even watch over a hundred or so prisoners! There are only the old, weak and sick in there!"

Hearing the king's reprimand, the commander of the guards who came back to report also looked aggrieved.

"Your Majesty, this is really none of our business. When we arrived at the dungeon, the prison gate had already been opened, and all the jailers had passed out like drunks. And then our eyes blurred, and the prisoners disappeared from our sight, leaving only a pile of handcuffs and shackles that had fallen off automatically in the cell."

"If they run away, then go find them again! Go catch them again! Many pagans' homes are still in the city, and they definitely can't run far!"

At this time, after the mysterious guidance, Pentheus seemed to have realized how to deal with the pagans, and gritted his teeth and threw down an order.

"If you can't catch them, bring their families back and punish these criminals!"

The commander of the guards heard this and immediately cried out in his heart.

Such a large-scale implicate will definitely cause trouble.

And the guards who are responsible for executing the order will inevitably be scolded.

But it was hard to disobey the king's order. Seeing that King Pentheus was determined to strike hard at the Dionysian Church and its related personnel, he had no choice but to take the token, gather the Blood Guards, and go to the camp of the city defense army to prepare for joint action.

There was no other way. The pot was too big for one person to bear.

Let the brothers who were traveling with him help share some of the weight.

In addition, he didn't want to be drowned by spit, so he first tried to find a way to catch the group of pagans who had escaped. When he couldn't hand them over, it wouldn't be too late to arrest the relatives of the people involved.

But in any case, tonight was destined to be a sleepless night.

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At the same time, outside the city.

After a dizzy spell, the Dionysian believers who disappeared in the dungeon opened their eyes in a trance and found themselves out of the dark and damp prison and in the dense forest of Mount Kitalon.

Under the dim moonlight, the blond young man who performed miracles in the palace hall last night was standing in front of them with a cane and a smile.

"Saint! It's Saint!"

"Thank you for your rescue!"

"Bacchus, we finally escaped."

The believers came to their senses and immediately swarmed forward, expressing their excitement.

When the group of God Blood Guards arrived, they learned from the noisy discussions that King Pentheus was going to execute them, and they were horrified to think that they were going to die on the gallows.

Unexpectedly, Lord Dionysus actually ordered his saints to rescue them from the life-and-death crisis just now.

This is really a kind and fair god!

Having just survived a catastrophe, the believers were naturally moved and worshipped.

The strong faith turned into invisible light spots, poured into the mental world of a certain [saint] at the scene, and turned into golden divine liquid, which poured down, making the grape seedlings in the golden wheel grow several inches taller in an instant, and differentiated into several tender branches.

A group of good people!

Luo En looked at the believers in front of him with shining eyes, as if he saw a group of fresh leeks growing vigorously.

The gods and believers who were running in both directions invisibly looked at each other passionately, and they all felt that they were the ones who benefited the most.

"Gugu~~"

Just as the atmosphere became more ambiguous, a sound of hungry stomachs broke the silence in the dense forest.

A dozen believers rubbed their stomachs in embarrassment, and the rest of them couldn't help but look embarrassed.

They hadn't eaten for nearly a day since they were locked up in the dungeon.

Lorne smiled slightly, and reached out to hand the wooden stick in his hand to a woman in the crowd who seemed to be somewhat friendly.

"Use it."

The woman took the stick flattered, and followed the instructions of the saint in front of her to knock on the rock wall. Suddenly, springs and fine wine flowed out of the cracks in the rocks, milk flowed in the stream, and honey dripped from the hollow tree trunks.

The sweet smell made the hungry believers try to scoop up the fine wine and milk, or suck the honey on the tree.

The fragrance of the food in their mouths and the real feeling of fullness made them excited and excited beyond words. They kept muttering the word "miracle" and worshiped the benevolent god of wine.

As a result, the divine power in Lorne's body and the grapevine in the center of the golden roulette wheel grew a bit, and he was in a happier mood.

Looking at the believers feasting around him, the patriarch had a sincere smile on his face, like a hardworking old farmer who was happy for the thriving growth of the chives in his own field.

As expected of fellow villagers, they are simple and honest.

If you give them some practical benefits, they are willing to believe in you, and they believe more thoroughly than one another.

Of course, it may also be because these Greek gods are usually too bad, doing everything according to their preferences and moods, and they don’t understand sustainable development and mutual benefit at all.

Either the chives are cut off from the roots, or the land is turned over.

Therefore, farming still depends on the mysterious oriental power.

While Luo En sighed secretly, he quietly drew the Hermes text behind him and cut the space.

Although he became a god, his power was not strong enough to create something out of nothing.

Therefore, part of these foods are the result of using the power of the shepherd god and the hunting god of [goats] and [wild boars] to stimulate nature, and the other part is the result of transporting some things from the city through space.

Of course, Loen also left some gold and silver as compensation.

As the previous secretary of Crete, he still had a lot of precious metals, and it was easy to feed a hundred people for several months.

Just as Loen was thinking about whether to take advantage of the believers' eating time to rehearse the pre-meal prayer ceremony to strengthen their faith and sense of belonging, a noisy sound of horse hooves came from outside the woods.

Soon, hundreds of fully armed figures appeared in the forest.

"It's the Royal Guards!"

Looking at the poisonous dragon elephant emblem on the armor and weapons, the believers suddenly fell into panic. They picked up sticks and stones and surrounded a saint, pretending to be struggling to death.

"Stop!"

Loen stopped the believers' irrational behavior, walked out of the crowd, looked at the leader of the Royal Guards, and smiled.

"I heard that your king wants to see me? How about this, I am willing to surrender, and you don't embarrass these people behind me."

The Royal Guards heard this, thought seriously for a moment, glanced at the hundreds of people at the scene, and nodded slightly.

Many of them were the nobles of Thebes, and the king's initial order to him was to try his best to lure out the "saint".

It was just a job, so there was no need to kill them all.

We were all from the same hometown, and we would meet each other sooner or later. It was always good to leave a way out.

Besides, the majesty in the palace seemed to be seriously ill.

Seeing that a consensus had been reached, Loen took the initiative to put on the shackles for himself.

"We can't let them take the saint away!"

"Fight them!"

"..."

However, just as the guards were about to take the prisoner to the prisoner car, the believers finally couldn't bear it anymore, and they all rushed forward, trembling with sticks and stones.

The commander of the Royal Guards saw this and had no choice but to remind them.

"His Majesty Pentheus has ordered that if you dare to resist and escape, your relatives and friends in the city will be thrown into prison together. For the sake of your family, you should surrender."

Hearing this, the locals of Thebes among the believers looked ashamed, but there were still many believers who looked determined, and they were obviously ready to die for the saint.

Lorne raised his hand to stop the believers' resistance again and smiled.

"Don't worry, you wait here, I'll be back soon, this trip is the will of Lord Dionysus."

There seemed to be a convincing magic in those words, and the believers gradually put their minds at ease, nodded obediently, and chose to continue eating and praying.

Since it was the will of Lord Dionysus, he would definitely protect his believers.

And seeing the believers use their canes to conjure honey, wine, milk and other foods out of thin air, the Royal Guards were shocked one after another, and their attitude towards Lorne, a pagan, also became more cautious and respectful.

Soon, the guards escorted the serious criminals in the prison cart towards the city of Thebes, ready to report to the monarch who gave the order.