Greece brings evildoers

Chapter 197 Sister Ya, no! (4.2k)

 A few days later, Ares Mountain.

In the afternoon, in a secluded house, the newly appointed young judicial officer of Athens sat at a long table in the courtyard, looking through a thick stack of files related to case review and approval in his hand, writing the contents of the punishment and sentencing into words, and making a document. Keep simple records.

 After three or four hours of busy work, the file finally bottomed out.

Lorne, who was sitting at the table, looked at the dozens of pages of parchment in his hand that were filled with dense handwriting. After patiently reviewing and revising them, he threw the fruits of his labor aside and prepared to hand them over to Astraea tomorrow as a compilation-related document. Reference to the Act.

 Now, the second-generation goddess of justice has entered the Academy of Athens at the warm invitation of Athena and has begun the preliminary writing of written laws.

 But everything is difficult at the beginning. In an era where "big fists mean justice", it is a very difficult project to pursue perfecting the judiciary.

 First of all, the lack of legal talents and weak legal awareness is a big problem.

As the former Clerk of Crete, the successor of Minos, the judge of Hades, and the person who led Astraea to Athens, Lorne had to really take over the appointment of the Athenian magistrate, reading the review every day. The case files summarize the customary laws over the years.

 However, you don’t know until you see it.

—In short, it’s very permeable…

Especially Athena!

The nine muses in the Temple of Memory are idle, so they might as well come and work for him, perfect the previous "Theogony" and "Divine Dictionary", and help Athens compile statutory law.

 But this is not the way to go. How about finding an opportunity to connect with Sister Ya?

But to be on the safe side, it’s best to bring Hestia along too...

Lorne divided several volumes of two-volume fable manuscripts filled with text, put them into two mailboxes, sealed them with wax, and then patted the heads of the two messengers and gave patient instructions.

But there is nothing we can do about it. Although the effect of kidney and heart therapy is slow and the cost is high, it has few side effects.



 In short, these customary laws that were difficult to define standards gave Lorne a headache. After several deletions and revisions, he was able to come up with a few usable ones.

 As long as it's business, she rarely abandons her official duties for personal reasons.

 After bribing Niki with a few skewers of barbecued meat and a jug of ice-cold wine, the little girl secretly told him:

 It wasn’t until the two little things completely disappeared from sight that Lorne breathed a sigh of relief and lay down on the back of the chair to relax slightly.

The master may not be guilty of killing his slave, or he may pay the debt with a sheep, or he may sacrifice a cow to the gods in prayer...

 These two have different functions.

With a crisp cry, two snow-white owls flew down from the treetops, picked up the tossed lamb, and landed on the table to feast.

Hence, he did not dare to stay in Hestia's mansion anymore, so he moved out alone and spent all day busy on the construction of the rule of law in Athens on the grounds of official duties.

 Ever since he successively recruited Hecate, Circe, Astraea and others from outside, the goddess of wisdom has been looking at him strangely recently.

—Athena likes to squat in Hestia’s yard recently to sharpen her gun, and while sharpening, she smiles into the air from time to time...

Although I don’t know how Artemis’s persuasion of Apollo will progress and whether Mnemosyne will let him go, it’s not wrong to give it a try.

As the upper-class divine blood nobles and city builders, they have criminal immunity in the secular sense...

 He didn't want to finish his work when he was beaten by several women around him.

There is no other way, the Temple of Memory is still urging me to submit the manuscript.

Even the nine muses have nothing to do now, and together with their mother Mnemosyne, they have become fans of the "Collected Stories of Esopos", waiting for his updates every day.

Soon, after receiving their wages, the two owls burped, and then they grabbed the two mailboxes with satisfaction, fluttering their wings and flying into the vast night.

After working for more than half an hour, until the sun set in the west and the dim light of fluorite illuminated the surrounding darkness, Lorne finally stopped writing furiously, then picked up a few pieces of tender lamb on the plate and threw it to Half empty.

 The other copy is a public reading borrowed from Hestia and given to Athena, Medusa and others.

 After finishing the summary of customary laws at hand, Lorne took a brief rest, took out a few pieces of parchment, and began to write tonight's fable.

In order to avoid overturning in the future, the emotions of both parties must be taken care of in advance.

 Let alone Nikki, who is the person involved, Lorne felt a little scared when he heard this.

 This is the practical experience that Lorne summed up after suffering a lot of losses.

 Although it is very different from what was expected, it will be enough for the business trip tomorrow.

　　When Lorne really looked through the trial files in Athens, he realized how primitive the current laws were. Even the penalties highlighted a "whatever you want", which had nothing to do with the so-called "fairness and justice".

 Don’t worry about scarcity but inequality.

One copy was for Mnemosyne and the nine Muses to relieve their boredom. By the way, the attached letter also secretly urged the goddess of memory to settle the royalties and send the nine Muses to Athens as soon as possible, along with He joins.

 “Gu~~Gu Gu!”

“Send this copy to the Temple of Memory and the other to Hestia’s mansion.”

  Athena has a better advantage, it is relatively clear between public and private matters.

 So, Lorne, who was busy all day, lived a peaceful life.

　　After all this hard work, even though I have a divine body, I am inevitably a little exhausted both physically and mentally.

Those who can arm themselves have civil rights and can make accusations and undergo formal trials; while those who cannot arm themselves have no civil rights and will often be lynched by people of high status when encountering problems...

There is no way. Compiling a book requires a lot of energy and manpower, and it is too difficult for him to do it alone.

Just as Lorne was muttering to himself, a petite figure squeezed in through the crack of the door in the moonlight.

With the iconic pointed ears and lavender hair under the hood, as well as the body of a primary school student, she is obviously Medea, the little princess of the Kingdom of Colchis.

The witch, who was not yet famous at this time, stood in the courtyard with a basket in hand, looking a little embarrassed when she faced her fellow disciples behind the desk.

“Auntie, she refuses to eat and says that if she doesn’t let her out, she will go on a hunger strike!”

 Lorne glanced at the full basket, raised his head and sneered.

“So brave? Okay, put the things here and starve her for a few days!”

 “This, this is not good, is it?”

Little Medea couldn't help but hesitate when she heard this.

"Don't worry about her, she'll calm down after she's had enough trouble." Lorne said, taking out another copy of the fable from the table and handing it over with a smile, "I wrote this new one today, see if you like it. ”

"Okay!" Little Medea's eyes suddenly lit up, she grabbed a few pages of parchment, ran into the house, and completely forgot about her aunt.

 Sure enough, he is still a child.

Looking at the joyful performance of a certain young witch, a fellow senior who was obviously more mature and steady (sinister and cunning) shook his head in secret.

 Obviously, the reason why this girl is willing to run errands for her and go to the prison to deliver a large bowl of prison food to Circe every day is not out of any filial piety or master-disciple relationship, but simply because she can see the update of the fable as soon as possible.

However, when thinking about Circe's virtue of selling his apprentice as bait when he ran away, Lorne was relieved.

As a teacher, that silly bird doesn't have much moral integrity. How can she expect her disciples to respect her? Lorne put down the file in his hand and remembered the scene when they first met at the foot of the God of War Mountain, and couldn't help but darken his face again.

Going to Athena’s territory to sell small cakes with added ingredients, it’s a shame she could figure it out!

Moreover, she had offended the four gods Stheno, Euryale, Niki, and Chiron in succession. If he had not been present at the time and protected her in the name of a public trial, the stupid bird might have been directly messed up by the angry victims. Punch to death.

 Fortunately, Astraea also understood what he meant, and temporarily threw Circe into the dungeon of the Acropolis on the grounds that the case was complicated.

But considering the time, this case should have a result.

Lorne thought for a moment, raised his hand and picked up the basket full of snacks on the table, took advantage of the bright night to arrive at the mansion where Astraea lived, reached out and knocked on the door.

With the sound of the door shaft turning, the goddess of justice, her body filled with moist moisture, came out.

 Seeing the long golden hair stained with water drops, and the blue outline of Astraea's thin translucent cloth that almost stuck to the lines, Lorne couldn't help but look away and coughed slightly.

 “Bathing?”

 “It’s okay, I’ve finished washing it.”

Astraya nodded gracefully, and then took the initiative to invite the visitors outside the door into the house, asking questions as they walked.

“Why are you coming to see me so late?”

“It’s nothing. It’s just about the case of the witch Circe selling dangerous food. The case is clear and the evidence is sufficient. The case should be closed.”

Lorne sat at the stone table in the courtyard and stated his purpose straightforwardly.

Astraya glanced at the snacks on the table and frowned unconsciously.

 “Then what do you think the sentence should be?”

“Three to six months of hard labor, ordered to restore the destroyed buildings to their original condition, and compensate the relevant victims for their economic and mental losses.”

Lorne thought for a while and then added.

“In addition, she is prohibited from selling any unapproved food in Athens, and she is deprived of her guardianship of Medea, and I will take charge of it.”

 “Then do as you say.”

Hearing the words, Astraea nodded slightly in agreement, her eyebrows relaxed, and she lowered her eyes to look at the first draft of the statutory law that was open on the table. Her eyes glanced over several details in it, and a satisfied smile appeared on her face.

 It is rare to have no favoritism and bend the law...

 The goal was achieved, and Lorne was also very satisfied.

Such a sentence can, on the one hand, prevent the little ones like Stheno, Euryale, and Niki from coming to make trouble, and prevent Circe from being beaten to death after being released from prison.

On the other hand, the six-month sentence was neither long nor short, and it happened to be stuck during the period when Hecate filled the gap for Hades.

In this way, even if the master found nothing in Corinth and did not find the kidnapped God of Death, and came to Mount Ares to visit him in the future, he, Athena, and Hestia would have enough reasons to leave that silly bird Circe behind. Athens.

 After all, even if he wanted her to return to Ayo to work, she would have to wait until Circe had served her sentence.

 For that stupid bird, the work of doing labor service and repairing the city wall is simply not easy.

I estimate that the compensation will make her feel a little bit pained.

If the difference is too big in the end, the worst case scenario is that I can just make it up for her.

Lorne went through the matter carefully in his mind again, and after confirming that nothing was missing, he breathed a sigh of relief. He glanced at the basket of pastries on the table and secretly cursed in his heart.

 In order to get the best of both worlds, he was worried about this stupid bird, and the woman didn't even appreciate it.

 Forget it, you won’t eat it, right?

 You won’t eat it, I’ll eat it!

Lorne picked up a piece of pastry and bit it down as if to vent his anger. Then he spread out a piece of parchment, and with a homemade quill soaked in ink, he wrote down the results of the joint discussion and solemnly signed his name as the judicial officer. His real name, 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.”

Astraya nodded, reached out to take the quill, and wrote down her god's name naturally.

However, just halfway through writing, the goddess of justice seemed to realize something. With a flick of her wrist, she quickly crossed out the previous characters and re-wrote the name of Αστραία (Astraya).

“Well, I will accept the closing document first and hand the results to the executive officer early tomorrow morning.”

Lorne smiled and picked up the parchment that was still stained with ink, stuffed it into his arms, and then stood up to leave.

Astraya opened her mouth, as if she wanted to say something to persuade her to stay, but before she could speak, the figure had already walked away in the moonlight.

 To be careless…

 The goddess of justice looked at the remaining ink stains on her hands, with a trace of annoyance in her eyes.

However, it’s just a little clerical error, it shouldn’t be that easy to detect, right?

 The Goddess of Justice comforted herself secretly, then closed her eyes, raised her right thumbs, and turned the golden scales at both ends of the Sword of Judgment 180 degrees.

 Suddenly, the vague and vast aura in the dark sky, like the starry sky, disappeared in an instant.

 As he closed and opened his eyes, he was replaced by an indomitable spirit.

"Ha, is there something to eat? It seems that the sacrificial site is dedicated to worshiping the gods!"

Astraya looked at the exquisite pastries in the basket, her eyes couldn't help but shine, she immediately grabbed a piece and stuffed it into her mouth, and ate it happily.

 At the same time, on a certain road.

Lorne stopped and took out the closing letter from his arms. Under the bright moonlight, his eyes scanned the dark stain inch by inch.

 Because it was so heavily smeared, the original writing could no longer be discerned.

But Lorne vaguely remembers the first three letters.

“Θεμ…”

 It is understandable that one letter is wrong, but it is obviously impossible to make the first letter and the last two letters wrong.

Combining all the strange things that the goddess of justice had done before and her performance just now, Lorne already had a vague answer in his mind.

ˆΘεμί?

 It’s really her...

 No wonder the woman Hecate did not dare to mess around that night.

Lorne sniffed a hint of sweetness in the air and looked back at the mansion of the goddess of justice under the night, with a teasing smile on his face in the darkness.

　Does this rice taste good? Lady Themis?

With a happy mood, Lorne stuffed the closing letter into his arms and strode into his home under the moonlight.

However, as soon as he opened the door, a tall figure standing in the courtyard turned his head, wiped the shiny victory gun, and smiled at him, revealing eight neat white teeth.

 “You’re back? From Astraea, right?”

Looking at Athena walking towards him step by step, Lorne's Adam's apple squirmed and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

 (End of this chapter)