Chapter 197 Sister Ya, Please Don’t Do That! (42k)
Chapter 197 Sister Ya, please don't! (4.2k)
A few days later, Ares Mountain.
In the afternoon, in a secluded house somewhere, the newly appointed young Athens law officer sat at a long table in the courtyard, flipping through a thick stack of case files in his hands, writing down the contents of the judgment and sentencing, and making simple records.
After working for three or four hours, the files were finally finished.
Sitting at the table, Loen looked at the dozens of pages of parchment with dense handwriting in his hands, and after patiently reviewing and revising it again, he threw the fruits of his labor aside and prepared to hand it over to Astraea tomorrow as a reference for compiling relevant bills.
Now, the second-generation goddess of justice has entered the Academy of Athens at the enthusiastic invitation of Athena and began to prepare the preliminary compilation of written laws.
But everything is difficult at the beginning. In the era of "big fists are the truth", pursuing the improvement of justice is a very difficult project.
First of all, the lack of legal talents and the weak legal awareness are a big problem.
As the successor of Minos, the former clerk of Crete and judge of the underworld, and the guide who tricked Astraea to Athens, Loen had to really accept the appointment of the Athenian law officer, looking through the case files every day and summarizing the customary laws over the years.
However, you don’t know until you read it.
When Loen really looked through the case files in Athens, he realized how primitive the current laws were. Even the punishments highlighted "arbitrary", which had nothing to do with the so-called "fairness and justice".
Those who commit laziness and steal vegetables will be put to death...
If a master kills a slave, he may be innocent, or pay a sheep as compensation, or sacrifice a cow to the gods to pray...
Those who can provide their own weapons have citizenship, can make accusations and receive formal trials; those who cannot provide their own weapons have no citizenship, and will often be lynched by people of higher status when they encounter problems...
And as the upper-class God-blood nobles and city builders, they have criminal immunity in the secular sense...
In short, these customary laws that are difficult to define standards gave Loen a headache. After several deletions and revisions, he barely came up with a few usable ones.
Although it is very different from what he expected, it is enough to be used tomorrow.
After finishing the summary of the customary laws at hand, Loen took a simple rest, took out a few pieces of parchment, and began to write tonight's fables.
There is no way, the Memory Temple is still urging me to submit my manuscript.
Now even the nine muses have nothing to do, so they have become fans of "The Story of Aesopus" with their mother Mnemosyne, waiting for his updates every day.
After working for more than half an hour, until the sun sets and the faint light of fluorite illuminates the darkness around, Loen finally stops writing, then picks up a few pieces of tender lamb on the plate and throws them into the air.
"Gu~~Gugu!"
Accompanied by a crisp cry, two snow-white owls fly down from the treetops, grab the lamb thrown up, and land on the table to eat them.
"Send this one to the Memory Temple, and the other to Hestia's mansion."
Loen put the two volumes of fable manuscripts filled with words into two mailboxes after distinguishing them, sealed them with wax, and then patted the heads of the two messengers and patiently instructed them.
These two have different functions.
One copy was for Mnemosyne and the nine muses to entertain them, and in the attached letter, he secretly urged the goddess of memory to pay the royalties and send the nine muses to Athens as soon as possible to join him.
There was no other way. Editing a book required a lot of energy and manpower, and it was too much for him to do it alone.
The nine muses in the Temple of Memory were idle, so they might as well come to work for him, improve the previous "Theogony" and "Sacred Words", and help Athens compile grammar.
Although it was unknown how Artemis's persuasion of Apollo was going, and whether Mnemosyne would let him go, it was always right to try.
The other copy was a public reading material given to Athena, Medusa and others by Hestia.
It is not the lack of wealth that is worrying, but the inequality.
In order to avoid a rollover in the future, the emotions of both sides must be taken care of in advance.
This was the practical experience summed up by Loen after suffering a lot of losses.
Soon, the two owls burped after receiving their wages, then they contentedly grabbed the two mailboxes and flapped their wings to fly into the vast night.
Only when the two little creatures completely disappeared from sight did Lorne breathe a sigh of relief and lie back on the chair to relax a little.
After all this trouble, even though he has a divine body, he can't help being exhausted physically and mentally.
But there is no other way. Although the effect of using both the body and the heart is slow and the cost is high, the side effects are small.
He didn't want to finish his work, but he was killed by several women around him.
Especially Athena!
Ever since he recruited Hecate, Circe, Astraea and others from outside, the goddess of wisdom has been looking at him strangely recently.
After bribing Nikki with a few skewers of barbecue and a pot of iced wine, the little girl secretly told him:
- Athena has been squatting in Hestia's yard to sharpen her gun recently, and she smiles at the air from time to time while sharpening...
- In short, it's very creepy...
Not to mention Nikki, who is the person involved, Lorne was a little scared when he heard it.
So, he didn't dare to stay in Hestia's mansion any longer, and moved out alone, busy with the rule of law in Athens all day long on the pretext of official business.
Athena has a good advantage, which is that she can distinguish between public and private matters.
As long as it is business, she rarely neglects public matters for personal reasons.
Therefore, Loen, who is busy all day, lives a stable life.
But this is not a solution. How about finding a chance to get in touch with Sister Ya?
But for safety reasons, it is better to bring Hestia along...
"Ah~"
Just as Loen was muttering to himself, a petite figure squeezed in through the crack of the door in the moonlight.
The iconic pointed ears and lavender hair under the hood, plus the figure of an elementary school student, are obviously the little princess Medea of the Kingdom of Colchis.
The witch, who had not yet become famous, stood in the yard with a basket in her hand, looking embarrassed at her fellow disciples behind the table.
"Auntie refused to eat, saying that if she was not released, she would go on a hunger strike!"
Lorne glanced at the full basket, raised his head and sneered.
"So stubborn? Okay, put the food here, starve her for a few days first!"
"This, this is not good, right?"
Little Medea hesitated when she heard this.
"Don't worry about her, she will stop making trouble when she has enough trouble." Lorne said, taking out another fable he had copied from the table and handed it over with a smile, "I wrote it today, see if you like it."
"Okay!" Little Medea's eyes lit up immediately, she grabbed a few pages of parchment, ran into the house, and completely forgot about her aunt.
She is still a child indeed.
Looking at the happy expression of a certain young witch, a fellow senior brother who was obviously more mature and stable (sinister and cunning) shook his head secretly.
Obviously, the reason why this girl was willing to run errands for him and deliver a big bowl of prison food to Circe in prison every day was not out of filial piety or teacher-disciple friendship, but simply because she could see the update of the fable story in the first place.
However, thinking about Circe's virtue of selling her apprentice as bait when she ran away, Loen was relieved.
As a teacher, that silly bird didn't have much integrity herself. Could she expect her disciples to respect her?
Loen put down the file in his hand, thinking of the scene when they first met at the foot of the Ares Mountain, and couldn't help but face black again.
Running to Athena's territory to sell small cakes with added ingredients, it's amazing that she can think of it!
Moreover, she had offended four gods, Stheno, Euryale, Nike, and Chiron. If he had not been there at the time and saved her in the name of public trial, the fool might have been beaten to death by the angry victims.
Fortunately, Astraea also understood his meaning and temporarily threw Circe into the dungeon of the Acropolis on the grounds that the case was complicated.
However, according to the time, this case should have a result.
Lorne thought for a moment, raised his hand to pick up the basket full of snacks on the table, took advantage of the bright night, came to the house where Astraea lived, and knocked on the door.
Accompanied by the "creaking" sound of the door hinge, the goddess of justice, who was filled with moist water vapor, came out.
Seeing the golden long hair stained with water droplets and the blue outline translucent thin cloth on Astraea's body that was almost attached to the lines, Lorne couldn't help but look away and coughed slightly.
"Are you taking a bath?"
"It's okay, I've finished washing."
Astraea nodded generously, and then took the initiative to invite the visitor outside the door into the house, asking as she walked.
"What's the important matter that you come to see me so late?"
"Nothing, it's about the case of the witch Circe selling dangerous food. The case is clear and the evidence is sufficient. It should be closed."
Lorne sat at the stone table in the yard and stated his purpose directly.
Astraea glanced at the snacks on the table, and her brows wrinkled unconsciously.
"What do you think the sentence should be?"
"Three to six months of hard labor, ordered to restore the destroyed buildings to their original state, and compensate the relevant victims for economic and mental losses."
Lorne thought for a moment, and then added.
"In addition, she is prohibited from selling any unapproved food in Athens, and she will be deprived of her guardianship of Medea. I will be responsible for the custody."
"Then do as you say."
Astraya nodded slightly in agreement, her brows relaxed, and she lowered her eyes to look at the open draft of the written law on the table. Her eyes swept over several of the details, and a satisfied smile appeared on her face.
There was no partiality and perversion of the law, which was rare...
The goal was achieved, and Lorne was also very satisfied.
Such a sentence can, on the one hand, prevent Stheno, Euryale, and Nikki from coming to make trouble, so that Circe will not be beaten to death after being released from prison.
On the other hand, the six-month sentence is neither long nor short, and it just happens to be stuck in the period when Hecate is trying to fill the vacancy in the underworld.
In this way, even if the master gets nothing in Corinth and fails to find the kidnapped god of death, and comes to visit Mount Ares in the future, he, Athena, and Hestia have enough reasons to keep Circe, the silly bird, in Athens.
After all, even if you want her to go back to Aeolus to work, you have to wait until Circe finishes her sentence.
For that silly bird, the work of serving labor and repairing the city wall is simply too easy.
It is estimated that the compensation will make her a little painful.
If the difference is too big in the end, the worst thing is that I can make up for her.
Loen went over the matter again in his mind, and after confirming that there was nothing missing, he breathed a sigh of relief, and glanced at the basket of cakes on the table, secretly complaining in his heart.
In order to have the best of both worlds, he was so worried about this silly bird, but the woman didn't appreciate it.
Forget it, you don't want to eat it, right?
If you don't eat it, I will!
Loen picked up a piece of cake and bit it hard as if to vent, then spread out a piece of parchment, and used a homemade quill pen dipped in ink to write down the result of the joint discussion, solemnly signed his real name as the legal officer, and then handed the pen to the goddess of justice who was in charge of the trial.
"If there is no objection, let's sign it."
Astraea nodded, reached out to take the quill pen, and naturally wrote down her divine name.
However, just halfway through writing, the goddess of justice seemed to realize something, her wrist paused, and quickly crossed out the previous few characters, and re-wrote the divine name of Αστραια (Astraea).
"Well, I'll take the case closing document first, and I'll hand over the results to the executive officer tomorrow morning."
Lorne smiled as he picked up the parchment with wet ink, stuffed it into his arms, and then stood up to say goodbye.
Asteria opened her mouth, as if she wanted to say something to keep her, but before she could open her mouth, the figure had already walked away in the moonlight.
I was careless...
The goddess of justice looked at the ink left on her hand, and a trace of annoyance flashed in her eyes.
However, it was just a little mistake, so it shouldn't be so easy to find, right?
The goddess of justice comforted herself secretly, then closed her eyes, raised her right thumb, and turned the golden scales at both ends of the sword of judgment 180 degrees.
Suddenly, the obscure and vast breath in the dark, like the starry sky, disappeared in an instant.
After closing and opening her eyes, she was replaced by an indomitable spirit.
"Ha, there is food? It seems to be a tribute specially used to worship the gods in the sacrificial field!"
Astraia looked at the exquisite pastries in the basket, her eyes lit up, and she immediately grabbed a piece and stuffed it into her mouth, eating it with relish.
At the same time, on a certain road.
Lorne stopped and took out the case closing book in his arms. With the bright moonlight, his eyes swept over the dark stain inch by inch.
Because it was smeared too seriously, the original handwriting on it could not be distinguished.
But Loen vaguely remembered the first three letters.
"Θεμ..."
It was understandable to write one wrong, but it was obviously unlikely that the first letter and the two following letters were wrong.
Combined with the various strange things that the goddess of justice had done before and her performance just now, Loen had a vague answer in his mind.
Θεμι?
It was really her...
No wonder that night, Hecate didn't dare to mess around.
Lorne sniffed the sweet smell in the air, turned his head and looked at the house of the goddess of justice under the night sky, and a teasing smile appeared on his cheek in the dark.
Does this meal smell good? Lady Themis?
With a happy mood, Lorne stuffed the case closing book into his arms and strode into the house under the moonlight.
However, as soon as he opened the door, a tall figure standing in the courtyard turned his head, wiped the shiny gun of victory, smiled at him, and showed eight white and neat teeth.
"You're back? From Astraea, right?"
"Gurgle~"
Looking at Athena walking towards him step by step, Lorne's Adam's apple moved and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.