[Greek mythology] Apollo's counterattack plan

Apollo was stunned, and shouted: "Why? Isn't the value of this cup not high enough?"

If that's the case, he wouldn't mind going back to Sea God Temple to get some more.If the cups are not enough, there are other golden vessels. Oh, yes, the roof of the temple seems to be paved with gold.

Unexpectedly, Plato quickly pulled the corner of the turban over to cover the wine glass, glanced around, and waited for a few passers-by to walk away before whispering: "Are you crazy? You actually stole things from the temple. If found, they will be sentenced to death."

Apollo blinked his eyes, but he didn't expect the taciturn boy to speak a long sentence.

At the same time, I felt a little wronged.Didn't he just take a cup from Poseidon, can it be called stealing?Will he still allow it?Hmph, even if the treasures of the entire Seagod Temple were in front of him, he wouldn't take it too seriously.

"Will the crime of theft be punished so severely? How do I remember that it was only closed for a few years?" Apollo said unconvinced.He vaguely remembered that this was the rule of Troy.

Plato raised his forehead: "It's not a question of stealing things, but a question of going to the 'temple' to steal. That's called blasphemy, and it's the most serious crime in Atlantis."

Apollo didn't take it seriously, he had done all the more blasphemous things, and he would continue to blaspheme in the future, not to mention this.

"Anyway, send this thing back as soon as possible," Plato said solemnly, paused, and changed his words again, "No, you can't send it back, it would be too easy for people to find out. How about it, you take it Cup, go into the woods outside the city, dig a deep hole, and bury it. Don't tell anyone about it again."

As soon as he finished speaking, seeing Apollo just staring at him blankly without any reaction, an indescribable emotion suddenly surged in his heart.

Is this handsome and eye-catching young man actually a bit stupid?Also, if there is no problem with his mind, why would he go to the temple to steal things.

Thinking of this, he felt more sympathetic to the other party, sighed, and said, "Forget it, you stay here and don't move. I'll go and bury the cup."

He was about to do it, but Apollo took a step ahead of him, lifted his kerchief, held the golden cup in his hand, and asked uncertainly: "So, the reason why you don't want to sell the conch to me is not because the value of the cup is not enough, but because the cup is not worth enough. Because it came from Tanah Lot?"

Plato nodded.

Needless to say, how precious gold is in Atlantis.Except for the temple, not even the entire palace could hold such a large golden cup.

"This is easy to handle." Apollo smiled, and with both hands, he kneaded the cup into a ball, squeezed it a few more times, and completely turned it into an irregular polyhedron.

He put the lump of gold on top of his turban, took the conch and went away.

Plato looked at him in horror, unable to recover for a long time.

Stealing supplies from the temple was already a serious crime, yet he dared to destroy it, and in such a thorough way!

This, this behavior is simply slapping Seagod in the face!

Wait, what crime is this?Let me see, oh no, that's not one of the laws of Atlantis.

Because no one would dare to do such a thing!

Was everything you just told him in vain?He really doesn't have a good brain.

When Plato reacted, Apollo had already walked a certain distance. He shouted "wait a minute" while hurriedly wrapping those priceless treasures with a turban, picked them up and chased after them.

The bazaar was at the peak of people coming and going, even though he walked nimbly and had a thin body, he bumped and bumped along the way, knocking over several pedestrians and small stalls, causing countless scolding.

Apollo was walking unhurriedly while studying the conch in his hand, but when he heard someone yelling loudly behind him, he couldn't help but look back, and saw Plato running towards him, still yelling something loudly, But the voice was too noisy and I couldn't hear it clearly.

His heart skipped a beat, thinking that the young man had regretted it, he held the conch tightly, bent his knees, jumped onto a two-story building by the road, and trotted along the roof.

Soon, his figure became a small dot.

Plato knew that he did not have the ability to fly over eaves and walls, so he stopped, looked up and studied the direction of the roof extension, and then ran along the base of the wall, as fast as he could.

Due to the severe shaking of the body, the package in his arms was not hugged tightly for a while, and he heard a "snap", and one of the shells fell off.

When Plato heard the voice, his heart was bleeding, but looking at the back that was about to disappear in the distance, he didn't even have time to look down, so he had to continue chasing without stopping.

He has only one belief in his heart: catch that young man, educate him well, at least let him understand the laws of Atlantis, and stop doing similar stupid things in the future.

This time, he could pretend that he didn't see his blasphemy, but next time, if he met someone else, he might be taken to the judge immediately, right?

For some reason, he really didn't want to see that young man suffer any misfortune, even if it was all his own fault.

However, despite Plato's relentless pursuit, he eventually lost him.

Panting for breath, he stood under the eaves for a moment in a daze before he remembered the shell that fell just now.Wanting to see if the one that fell was the big one or the small one, he untied the hood.Unexpectedly, just taking a glance, the blood in the whole body is about to freeze.

There are many shells, but that piece of gold has disappeared without a trace!

Before he had time to think about it, he turned around swiftly and returned to the way he came from.

His only hope now is that he is lucky enough that passers-by on the road have not discovered its existence, otherwise, when they see such a large piece of gold, they will probably honestly hand it over to the temple.

If the people in the temple find out its source and pursue it, then the young man's crime of blasphemy will be exposed sooner or later...

Thinking of this, Plato was so annoyed that he wanted to punch himself a few times.

It could have helped him cover up the past, but he didn't expect that it might harm him now.

However, things have come to this point, there is no way to think about it, and we can only take one step at a time.

Plato no longer remembered the exact place where the shell fell, so he lowered his head and searched bit by bit, not letting go of any inch of land.

Hard work pays off.

After searching for a long time, he finally saw the yellow gold nugget, which was lying quietly on the side of the road, no one cared about it.

He was overjoyed and ran over in three or two steps, but just as he was about to pick it up, the other hand grabbed the gold nugget first.

He looked up and his heart sank.

It was none other than the judge himself who picked up the gold.

He has attended many trials and will never admit his mistakes.

"I've been waiting for a long time," the young judge said with an extremely serious expression on his face, "From your expression and actions, I'm sure you're looking for this thing on purpose, rather than finding it by accident. Then , you should tell me the origin of it now, or you can say it in court."

Plato pretended to be calm and said: "As far as I know, the laws of Atlantis do not prohibit citizens from owning gold. I don't need to tell you anything."

"True," said the judge, "but it prohibits citizens from hoarding gold in temples, however acquired."

When it's over, you can see the source at a glance.

Plato wanted to struggle again, so he asked, "On what basis did you conclude that it came from the temple? Did any priest tell you?"

"You don't need to ask the priest." The judge shook his head and turned over the gold nugget in his hand. "Look for yourself."

When Plato saw it, his heart completely cooled down.

It turned out that even though the young man squeezed the whole cup beyond recognition, he kept the sea god imprint on the bottom of the cup intact.

Anything with this special imprint can only belong to the temple.

This time, he couldn't even utter a half-word of excuse.

Before him, there are only two choices.

Or, confess that person and show that he is innocent-in theory, this is the most correct choice.After all, he had nothing to do with the whole thing, did he.

Or, say nothing.In that case, he would be brought to court and tried for blasphemy.

As for the verdict...

Think and know what it looks like with your toes.

The judge saw that he had lowered his head and said nothing for a long time, so he said, "Tell me, did you steal it from the temple, or did you buy it from some shameless priest, or were you deceived and got it by accident?" Is it? I think you also know that the situation is different, and the charges and punishments are also different."

He looked at the handsome young man and felt sorry for himself: he really didn't look like the kind of sneaky, godless villain.

After a while, Plato finally made a decision and said, "I won't say anything. Take me back to the court."

At the same time, Apollo was on his way back to the Sea God Temple, and his mood...was not generally bad.

Although he managed to get rid of Plato, he came to the very edge of the continent.

But when he faced the clear water wall, took out the conch, and started to play, he discovered a sad fact: no matter how he controlled his airflow, the conch could not make any sound!

This is unexpected.

As a god in charge of music, playing an instrument is not a skill, but an instinct.

As soon as his ten fingers were placed on the strings of the lyre, they would dance by themselves.As soon as he blows the Avros pipe, what comes out is beautiful music.Even if he is holding a reed pipe or a leaf in his hand, he can still blow it decently.

In short, in this world, there is probably no musical instrument that even he knows how to use.

So, even if conch and conch look similar, there is still a gap.It seems that only Triton's can play the sound, and the others can't.

Apollo sighed, and as soon as he raised his hand, he wanted to throw the fake in his hand into the sea, but after thinking about it, forget it, let's keep it, in case there are other uses.

As for Triton's treasure, although it can't be borrowed or snatched, you can still try other methods, such as... stealing.This is still inspired by the words of Plato.

At this time, Apollo missed Hermes very much.If he had half of his ability, let alone the little conch, he could even grab Poseidon's trident.