I was a priest in the city-state era

After drying overnight, the second batch of wet paper that was harvested last evening has been dried and can be used.

After Roy finished washing up under the service of the maids, he returned to the stone house with the second batch of papers and continued to draw navigation charts on the stone table.

Procne and Philomela entered the stone house carrying roasted meat, bread and wheat porridge, and saw Roy concentrating on painting, completely unaware of their arrival.

The two came to Roy and observed them for a while before Roy noticed them and stopped painting in embarrassment.

"Princess Procne! Princess Philomela! Thank you for bringing me food."

Procne and Philomela put the food on the stone table, and then Procne curiously looked at the navigation chart drawn by Roy and asked.

"Priest Roy, is this a map you drew on the paper? This triangular area looks like our Attica Peninsula."

"Yeah! What I drew was the map."

Roy said awkwardly.

"What I want to draw is a nautical chart of the Mediterranean. Unfortunately, my drawing skills are too bad. Only the Greek region is very good at drawing this picture."

Then, Roy took out another piece of drawing paper and said.

"On this map, only Egypt is well drawn, and on the other map, only the Asia Minor peninsula is well drawn. In short, in these pictures I drew, only a certain area can be drawn well, and the whole picture cannot be regarded as a navigation at all. Figure use.”

After observing the navigation chart drawn by Roy for a while, Procne smiled.

"Priest Roy, can you let me try to draw this picture?"

"Princess Procne, can you draw?"

Procne shook her head and said.

"Although I haven't learned it, I want to give it a try."

"Then give it a try! But I can only let you practice with a piece of paper."

After saying that, Roy handed the brush to Procne, then picked up the food and wolfed it down.

Procne drew carefully on the paper with a brush. Her expression was extremely serious, which made Roy feel that even if he suddenly hugged her waist, she would not be shaken.

After Roy finished eating the barbecue and bread, and drank the wheat porridge, Procne finished painting.

Looking at the map of the Mediterranean drawn by Procne, Roy's eyes widened in surprise and he said in disbelief.

"Princess Procne, have you really never learned to draw? I wasted dozens of pieces of paper without drawing a map, and you actually finished it in one go."

Seeing Roy's reaction, Procne blushed shyly and said.

"This is really my first time painting. In order to draw this map well, I carefully observed several pictures you drew."

After saying that, Procne returned the brush to Roy.

Roy immediately put the brush in Procne's hand and said.

"I'll give you the pen, but it's up to you to draw! Now I understand that no matter how hard a person without talent works, he can't compare to someone with talent."

"Priest Roy! Although I can draw pictures, I don't understand the knowledge you know. I also think you are a very powerful person."

Hearing Procne's praise, Roy said with a smile.

"Princess Procne, you are so irresistible that I can't help but envy the lucky man who will be your husband in the future."

Philomela said dissatisfied at this time.

"I can also draw the pictures that my sister draws. Let me perform it for you."

After saying that, he snatched the brush from Procne's hand and started drawing on the paper.

But she looked impetuous. Even if she really had the same talent as Procne, she would not be able to draw a picture well in the first time.

really--

When Philomela finished painting, although the picture she drew was better than Roy's picture, it was completely incomparable with the picture drawn by Procne.

After taking a look at the picture she drew and the picture drawn by Procne, Philomela threw the brush on the drawing paper angrily and said.

"It's really not fun. There's no point in drawing pictures."

Fun?

Philomela, a fifteen-year-old girl, didn't understand the value of navigation charts at all.

A good nautical chart can help people sailing on long seas return safely.

A bad nautical chart may kill a sailor on a long sea voyage.

Navigation charts are important maps related to life, so Roy drew them over and over again, trying to draw an accurate nautical chart.

Roy picked up the brush and handed it to Procne and said sincerely.

"Princess Procne! Navigation charts are really important. I would like to ask you to draw nine more pictures for me."

Procne hesitated for a moment, then took the brush.

"If these nautical charts are related to the development of the Athenian tribe, as the daughter of the leader, it is my unshirkable responsibility to draw these charts."

Roy breathed a sigh of relief, and then said to Philomela, who had a bulging face.

"Princess Philomela! If you think drawing pictures is boring, then I will take you to play with a compass!"

"Has the compass you mentioned been built?"

Roy took Philomela outside the stone house and found the maid in charge of grinding the magnet.

Seeing that the maid had ground the magnet into an embroidery needle, Roy said immediately.

"That's it! Now you can sharpen the second magnet."

Taking the magnet needle from the maid's hand, Roy tied the magnet needle with a thin piece of cotton thread, and then levitated the magnet needle.

Under Philomela's surprised gaze, the suspended magnet needle swayed automatically, and finally one end of the magnet needle pointed south.

"It looks like this is the needle."

Roy used the dye that he had prepared long ago to dye the needle of the magnet red, and then handed the magnet to Philomela and said.

"Princess Philomela! You can try this floating compass. No matter which direction you stand, its red needle will point to the south, so it is called the floating compass."

"No matter which direction I stand, this red needle will point to the south?"

Philomela obviously did not believe Roy's words, and took the floating compass to do the experiment.

The result proved that what Roy said was true. No matter which direction Philomela stood, the red needle of the floating compass would point to the south.

Philomela played with the floating compass for a while, then lost interest in it and acted coquettishly to Roy.

"This compass is not fun! Priest Roy, please teach me to write! I want to learn to write my own name like my sister."

Looking at Philomela's cute and beautiful little face, Roy certainly couldn't refuse her coquetry.

"Then let's go back to the stone house."

Roy got the second brush from the maid who made brushes and toothbrushes, and then took Philomela back to the stone house.

The three of them were separated by a stone table. Procne was drawing a nautical chart carefully. Roy held Philomela's little hand with his right hand and taught her to write the four words [Philomela] stroke by stroke.

When Procne finished drawing nine pictures, he saw Roy and Philomela standing together, and Philomela was leaning on Roy's arms. Procne said with an unhappy expression.

"Priest Roy! Philomela is still a child and doesn't know anything. You should understand that you two are not siblings, so you should keep a certain distance."

"Uh... I'm sorry!"

Roy stepped back from Philomela with a guilty conscience.

Philomela said dissatisfiedly.

"Sister! Yesterday, Priest Roy hugged you directly, and you didn't say anything!"

Procne's cheeks immediately turned red, and she stared at Philomela with shame and anger.

"Are you really not afraid that your sister will be angry?"