89 – Like the Tico the Porsches got.
Three things are essential to living peacefully in this Greek land.
In the temple of Zeus, they are taught along with cleanliness and social norms, and those are the things that are taught almost like survival norms.
Sacrifices, prayers, and crowbars—three of them.
This is a mythical land where religion and faith are not simple concepts, where gods are alive and their eyes and ears are everywhere.
Even if you are a good and powerful hero, if you hate the gods above your head and the spirits that spread across the land and forest, you will become tired of the world.
In fact, the guys who hated the nymphs in the Forest of Heroes exemplify that well.
Someone throws away garbage at will in the woods, and when he comes back from work for a week, he is greeted with garbage full of garbage up to the ceiling of the room.
Someone said that while playing the flute in Marsyas’ music class while talking behind the backs of the owner of a musical instrument store, the back protruding from the flute fell on his neck and he owed Asclepius his debt.
When even nymphs, who are spirits, buy grudges, such trivial (?) Incidents do not cease, but what if the target of grudge is God?
At that time, regardless of how strong you are, you will enter the hardcore mode like Ticos received by Porsches.
And those whose birth itself was an accident close to a half-par Porsche were the ones eating with me right now.
A special discussion between the Golden Generation, who participated in the convocation of Hercules after spending a good time with Atalanta.
Atalante vacated her seat saying she didn’t want to show her side to the men.
At the end of the day, it was a feast of body language with bows, knives, and fists going back and forth, even if it was a discussion that was held only by men, but it was a good time.
Eating the cool soup and bread brought by Asclepius while avoiding the sunlight that started to slowly descend.
Hercules, a great hero whose room was turned into a garbage dump for illegal dumping of garbage while drinking in the forest.
Jason was stabbed in the back after swearing at a music store nymph, saying that he had formed a monopoly market with one tool for music lessons.
Orpheus scratches people with his lyre.
Asclepius, a cynical handsome young doctor who still doesn’t hide his tiredness.
Actaeon is excited about the story that I saw Artemis myself while quietly killing signs today.
I’m having lunch with five or six legendary Greek heroes just by listening to them.
The subject that suddenly popped up was the story of the hardships he had gone through.
What kind of hardships are these young guys who are still prosperous?
First Hercules.
His father stole and ate the breast milk of the goddess Zeus and Hera, and because of that, he almost died from a snake sent by the goddess from a young age.
Because of the curse, he went mad and blew off his music master’s head, worked as a shepherd and entered the Forest of Heroes.
Let’s hear the person’s comments on this.
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“Ah, to be honest, the music teacher that crow is about to bite insults me by mentioning my mother and father. Keep it alive?”
“Honestly, when I think of my brother Linos’ temper, I can’t say there wasn’t a part of him that left him stranded on his own. How can I get past insulting my father and mother?”
-D-ring~
Even if it wasn’t for Hera’s curse, Hercules snorts at her, saying that it was her dead life as long as he insulted his mother, and Orpheus plucks the lyre, saying that it was the karma of his brother who was a music teacher.
As expected, padlip was a taboo among taboos that should not be taken out regardless of east or west.
Ah, to be honest, the pad lip is way over the line.
“It is said that he was hit with the lyre he was holding and his head was split into six parts. Is that real?”
“Ah, how does a human head split into six parts? It’s just plain…!”
“I’m eating pumpkin soup right now, should I talk about a corpse? Wild boar babies?”
Asclepius glared at Jason, who did not want to know, and tried to interview the details of the murder, and Heckle, who tried to explain it with gestures, and Asclepius made both of them shut up.
Today’s lunch was a potage-like soup of well-ripe pumpkin, grains, and cooled milk.
“I’m not good at controlling myself, so I’m taking care of people, what kind of pride are you… Tsk.”
“Uh…Um… Sorry…”
Unlike his usual bloody behavior, Asclepius was a doctor with a solid philosophy and pride in his own way.
What I always wear is cleanliness, prevention and safety.
His speech habits, which included disasters caused by the gods, contained quite a gruesome inner story.
“My mother was a princess of Thessaly. It was through her bond with that goddamned sun god, Apollo. He died at the hands of that chewable sun god.”
The story of Asclepius, who calmly confessed that he had nothing to hide anymore, was very spectacle.
Apollo fell in love with his mother, Coronis, and attached her crow as her messenger.
As she returned from her hunt and was talking kindly with her cousins, Apollo shot and killed her, trusting only the words of her raven, who saw her teeth and thought she was cheating.
Apollo, who belatedly realized his misunderstanding, took out Asclepius, which was still in her mother’s belly, and entrusted it to Chiron, right before she was cremated, and he has been growing up in the Forest of Heroes ever since.
“Okay. When you die, it’s all over. Misunderstandings and mistakes don’t work, that’s why you always have to be careful. Got it?”
“Oh, okay.”
“sh*t, I said something useless…”
Heckle and Jason quietly put their heads into the bowl of soup, as if it was not sadness, but it was as if Asclepius’ eyes were filled with venom.
“Especially the king boar. You!”
“Yes…Yes?”
“You be good at being that crazy strong guard. If you hear that you’ve been drinking and messing around on your own. You’ll kill me with my own hands okay?”
The resentment of a medical student who grinds his teeth toward the ultra-high-risk group that causes emergency patients on Fictional Day is deeper and darker than any other curse.
‘But when I see that wild boar drinking and messing around, I can’t say I’m wrong.’
Looking at this Greek end-of-the-road thinking that praises drinking and acting as a heroic spirit.
Asclepius was literally a doctor of a new era, many centuries ahead of him.
It’s not like I’m going to become a god of medicine later.
“Since childhood, I have been learning the lyre from my father and the Musai goddesses. It was a truly meaningful time.”
“Me, I was just taught by my grandfather how to shoot an arrow. There are a lot of tragedies in my family, so he sent me to the Forest of Heroes. That, that’s the end…hehehe…”
I don’t know about the future later, but Orpheus and Actaeon, who were quite quiet in childhood, passed like that.
However, even though Jason’s turn came, he just quietly looked down at the bowl of soup.
“Hey! Hand! What are you doing dumbfounded? Have you been to Paris? Are you reading the oracle of Hermes?”
“Oh? Me, do you mean me? Um… I…”
Jason raised his head in anger at the loud voice of Hercules and tried to open his mouth.
“Me, I don’t have anything special either. More than that, at this point, I’m curious about your story, Dianes.”
It was a sample of politicians who looked alike and resembled each other in an instant and laughed humorously.
I didn’t miss Jason’s face, which was slightly distorted with anger.
‘I don’t remember well, but housework is pretty complicated for him too, right?’
Isn’t it cool to pull out the lump in a young man’s heart while sweating and eating rice and chatting happily?
I was willing to accept his skin.
“I ran into Artemis.”
Very right.
At that, the other guys, who had been looking at Jason with puzzled eyes, also looked at me with wide eyes.
Even Jason, who hid his painful past and resentment under a smile, couldn’t shut his mouth, wondering if he had heard it correctly.
“You go to the forest in the middle of the night to practice, and you shoot arrows with your head.
The first time I managed to block it by breaking the wooden sword, the second time I picked up the arrow and bounced it, and Chiron came and blocked it before the third time.”
Thinking about it again, it’s a pity, unlike that temperamental hair, only that face was so beautiful.
The intense magic that was more desirable than its beauty once again came to me as a lingering lingering feeling.
The flute of Marsyas, which contains the power of Pan, is clearer and more powerful than that, and the hem of the instrument is still
I was quietly tied up in the corner of my danjeon.
I had a hunch that the time was coming for this divine power to be released again, and I was preparing.
And if that time finally comes true, how will the myths and stories I know change?
I laughed at the foreboding of a big event that made me wait with dizzying anticipation for the first time in a long time.
They were already looking at me with distraught eyes, as if wondering how I was still alive.
“You said you saw Artemis in person?”
“A man?”
“Does that even counterattack?”
“Are you pretty?”
“Bitter, this wild boar is really…”
Have they really heard it correctly? With a face reminiscent of a picture of a cat peeking into the truth of the universe.
Except for Hercules, the four were slightly distraught.
“Hmm… She definitely had a pretty face.”
“Hey you crazy crow!!”