[Greek mythology] Apollo's counterattack plan

Apollo looked down, and Plato stuffed a few pearls in his hands, all of them were big and round, probably the ones sold in the market yesterday.

"Why did you give me this?" he asked puzzled.

"Because this is valuable. Anyway, it's useless for me to hold it, so I'll give it to you. Don't go to the temple in the future, um, take things. That's a crime, they will arrest you, just like arresting me Same.” Plato preconceived that the young man’s mind was not working well, and he explained it patiently.

"Then why do you want me to go? Don't you want me to come and see you?" Apollo asked again.

"Hope," Plato smiled for the first time after seeing him, "I'm very happy that you can come to see me. But this is not a good place." In fact, the real reason was that he was afraid Blocking, saying the wrong thing.

Apollo was silent for a while, and asked again: "Are you dead in this trial?"

"Uh," Plato was a little unaccustomed to such blunt conversations, "it's about the same. But you don't need to worry about this matter. Be obedient and leave now."

"Is it because of the piece of gold I gave you? They thought you stole it. And you didn't defend yourself?" Apollo just wanted to know a definite answer.

Plato didn't know how to answer for a moment.

He had already made up his mind to take the charge off for this young man. After all, although he stole the things, he was also responsible for the revelation of this matter.

"Actually, I did something wrong with this matter," Plato said vaguely, "Anyway, don't worry about it, just leave as soon as possible. There will be more and more people here later, remember not to say anything. Say oh."

Apollo turned around and said, "I'll go to them and explain clearly."

Plato was so frightened that he grabbed him: "You, what do you want to say clearly."

"It's just that I stole the gold." Apollo turned his head, "That's the truth of the matter."

"No," cried Plato, "don't tell them. You will be sentenced to death by a jury. Do you know what a death sentence is? It's drinking poisoned wine, dying of stomach pains, and falling asleep forever, never to die again." Can't wake up. You don't want that."

Apollo tilted his head, and said: "But if I don't say it, you will be sentenced to death. Are you willing to do that? And you are still wronged."

"I, I would," Plato muttered, his ears starting to turn red.

He didn't know if this dull young man had noticed his thoughts, but one thing was certain, he was willing to give up his young life for him, even if they only met once.

Apollo thought for a while, shook his head again, and gave up trying to guess what Plato was thinking.

"But I don't want to see you die," he said. "As for me, don't worry, I won't die. I'm a god, and gods don't..."

Plato covered his mouth with one hand, and the expression on his face was more than horrified.He knew his thinking was a little... different, but he didn't expect it to reach this level.

"Don't say such things," he said solemnly, "and never say such things to anyone in your life."

Apollo was so depressed that no one would tell the truth.

"Why," he said, shaking off Plato's hand, "I am Apollo, the god of light, haven't you heard my name?"

Plato looked confused, and then smiled again: "So your name is Apollo, which sounds pretty nice."

Apollo was not happy: "The key point is the three words of the God of Light, okay?"

Seeing that he couldn't stop him, Plato had no choice but to look around at the door to make sure there was no one there. Then he closed the door carefully, turned around and walked back, asking, "What does the God of Light do?"

"Yes..." Apollo was stunned. Well, in fact, he didn't quite know what the priesthood of the God of Light was, since he already had a Sun God.Isn't the sun equal to light?

He thought for a while and said, "Actually, I'm not just the God of Light, I'm still..." Apollo quickly searched for various priesthoods in his mind, thinking about which one he could use to make the young man believe in him identity.

But after much deliberation, it seems that none of them will work.Like prophecy.Even if he made a prediction, it was impossible to verify it right away.As for the god of medicine, Plato was not sick, nor did he need his medicine.

Seeing that he was at a loss for words, Plato thought he couldn't make it up for a long time, so he said clearly: "Okay, I believe you are a god. But even if this is the case, you can't tell others your real identity, otherwise they will hate you and bully you." You, do everything possible to make life difficult for you."

Apollo was stunned for a while before asking: "Why?"

As the main god on Mount Olympus, in which city-state does he not have a high status and be respected?How the hell is this place so different?

"I saw it in the library." Plato's expression suddenly became extremely solemn, "The ancestors of our Atlanteans did not live in the sea, but on land. But those hateful gods, especially a It’s called Zeus, or something. It sent down a big flood and wanted to destroy mankind. Fortunately, our ancestors had sailboats in every family, so they could escape to the sea in time. Finally, thanks to the blessing of the sea god, we found Atlantis , and took root here. In short, according to that book, among the gods in this world, except for Poseidon, all others are villains."

Apollo was speechless.This happened many years ago, and it was a good thing Zeus did. It has nothing to do with him, so why was he implicated for no reason.

Plato said again: "Of course, those who never go to the library will not know about this past event. They always thought that the only god in the world is Sea God."

Apollo suddenly understood Poseidon's intention to tightly control Atlantis: he wanted to establish an independent kingdom that was completely loyal to him.People here live under the protection of Sea God from birth to death.Then the purity and depth of their beliefs are far beyond that of the residents of other city-states.This is really beneficial to the increase of Poseidon's divine power.

Thinking of this, Apollo couldn't help admiring him, even Zeus couldn't think of such a wonderful idea.

Plato looked at his expression and thought he was touched, so he concluded: "So, I believe you are the God of Light, but don't tell others about this."

He said he believed it, but in fact it was just to coax him, and he didn't believe it at all in his heart.

Even the things recorded in the library, he was dubious.

How could there be more than one god in the sky?Are there no fights between gods?

"Okay, I'll listen to you, don't tell them my identity," Apollo finally nodded, but the next sentence almost made Plato jump up, "Then let's run away."

"What? Escape, escape?" Plato was dumbfounded.

"Yeah," Apollo nodded, "I took a look when I came in just now, and the guards here are not tight. The room is also made of wood, and the window will break if you break it. It's easy to escape."

"But why should I run away?" Plato asked.

"You have to ask," Apollo said madly, "you were wronged, but you refused to let me tell the truth, so besides running away, is there a third way?"

"Actually, it's not wronged," Plato muttered in a low voice, and then said, "According to the laws of Atlantis, as long as you possess temple objects of unknown origin, you are committing a crime of blasphemy. I won't tell them about gold. If the origin of the gold is unknown, then this piece of gold is regarded as an object of unknown origin."

Apollo stared at him, deeply feeling that the child was too stubborn.

"Anyway, I won't just see you die like this," he knew that he couldn't persuade him, so he had to throw out such a sentence, "Either, you run away with me. Or, I will confess to the judge. Even if others I think I'm a bad god, and I don't care. Unless, you find a third way that can make both of us okay."

Plato panicked when he heard this.He has already held on to the belief that he must die, but he feels that it is nothing.But Apollo, that was the person he wanted to save, how could he let something happen to him.

He paced back and forth in the room, quickly recalling the legal provisions of the entire Atlantis continent, and suddenly had a flash of inspiration, and shouted: "Wait a minute, I thought of the third method."

Apollo's eyes lit up: "What is it?"

Plato himself was too excited.Although this method cannot save his life, it can definitely prevent Apollo from doing stupid things.

"According to the law, simple cases are decided by the judge, and complicated cases are decided by the jury, but when the case is so complicated that most of the jury members feel that they cannot make a correct judgment, then Who should judge?"

Apollo thought for a while and asked, "Who is it?"

"God." Plato said, "Only God is impartial, selfless, wise and wise. He has insight into everything in the world. Whether a person has been wronged or not, there is no way to hide it from his eyes. Who else can you look for besides him. "

Apollo remained silent. He didn't think his companions could have anything to do with the words impartiality, impartiality, wisdom, and wisdom.Moreover, thinking that the god of Atlantis specifically refers to Poseidon, he feels that this continent must be full of all kinds of unjust, false and wrong cases.

However, when it comes to this case, since he intervened, it shouldn't be a big problem to intercede with Poseidon.

"So, at the time of the trial, should Poseidon be brought here?" he asked, "What should we do if he happens to be absent?"

"Of course it is impossible to disturb the god himself," Plato said. "We usually find his spokesman, that is, the bull raised in the temple. During the trial, the suspect and the bull are locked together, and the rest of the people sit together." Look around. If the bull will attack the man, he is guilty. If not, he is innocent."

"That's it. This method is really good." Apollo immediately smiled.This is more convenient than finding Poseidon himself.

Plato continued: "Since you are a god, maybe there is a way to communicate with the bull? Tell it that I was wronged, and let it show mercy."

"Of course, there is no problem at all. Leave it to me." Apollo patted him on the shoulder with a smile, turned and left.

Plato let out a breath, finally fooling him.

Of course he doesn't believe that Apollo has this ability, but it doesn't matter, as long as Apollo believes that he has it.

Thinking of this, Plato's mood suddenly fell.Poor young man suffering from hypochondria.I don't know if anyone takes good care of him.Alas, it would be great if I don't die, at least I can stay by his side, but I'm afraid I won't be able to pass this test.

The bull in the temple has always been very irritable.No prisoner has ever been able to escape under its hands...