[Greek mythology] Apollo's counterattack plan

When the trial time came, Plato was brought before the court.

The courts on this level of the continent are very large, and they are located in a circular theater. They are usually used for acting, and they are used to try important cases at critical moments.

Directly in front of him was the young and serious judge.On both sides of him, there were several rows of people sitting, densely packed, like a human wall.

This was the jury of Atlantis, five hundred male citizens of professed honesty and uprightness.

In other parts of the court, there were crowds of other citizens who came to watch the news, standing and sitting, and everyone was very excited, after all, such a big case is rarely seen.

The trial has not yet started, so you can express your opinions at will, and there are constant voices of discussion among the crowd.

"I really admire that young man," one said. "With so many people staring at him, he looks quite calm. If it were me, my legs would be so trembling that I couldn't even stand up."

"That is, he even dared to steal the gold in the temple, and he was afraid of such a battle." Another person said.

"Seriously, do you really think he stole it? I doubt it," said a young man. "He really doesn't look like a bad guy."

"Ivan, so you're still young," his companion laughed at him. "It's easy to spot bad guys. No wonder your uncle didn't take you with him when he was doing business."

"Hey, it's not because of this reason, okay." The young man named Ivan retorted unhappily, "Besides, I often see him selling things in the market, pearls, shells, etc. are hard to get He's not short of money, and he's a brave man."

His companion retorted: "Since you dare to go to the beach to collect shells, you dare to go to the temple to steal things. I think it is very possible."

"You can't say that..."

At this moment, with a bang, the hammer hit the table, and the trial began.

The crowd gradually quieted down.

"Plato," the judge stared at him gravely, "do you plead guilty?"

"No." Plato looked at him calmly.

The expected answer.

"In that case," said the judge, "you have ample time to present your reasons for not guilty. An impartial jury will decide whether you are guilty or not."

"Well, my lord," said Plato, "I have but one reason."

He stopped and looked around.

There were fewer and fewer speaking voices, and everyone was staring at him eagerly, eager to hear his defense, the more complicated the better, so that they would have enough to talk about.

When the audience was silent, Plato curled his lips and said, "It was the gods who gave me the gold."

As soon as the voice fell, the audience suddenly exploded.

"God, does he know what he's talking about?" Someone exclaimed, "Then the jury won't be able to try him, because even a fair and upright adult has no way of judging what he said Is it true or false?"

"That's right," said the person next to him in a deep voice, "It seems that we can only invite the bull in the temple."

"The last time I encountered this kind of thing, I think it was two years ago."

"That cow never forgave anyone?"

"Not only that, they all died badly. A bull is a violent thing, I tell you."

When everyone was talking about it, the judge tapped the hammer.

He stared into Plato's eyes, and his intuition told him that the young man was not seeking death.

So why didn't he tell the truth?Is it because it feels like the jury won't do justice?

The upright judge shook his head imperceptibly.

He has no choice but to respect procedure.

He inquired about the wishes of the jury members.Sure enough, everyone thought that this case was beyond their ability and could only be submitted to God for judgment.

"Go and invite the bull from the temple." He said to the guards under him, and then ordered the court to adjourn for a while before continuing.

Plato was taken down, and the number of bystanders surrounding the court, not only did not decrease, but continued to increase.Someone ran home quickly, dragging neighbors and relatives over.

They don't have to guess to know what the outcome will be.

The bull would pierce his stomach with its sharp horns and drag out his intestines, bleeding all over the place.Just like it has done to every previous prisoner.

Poseidon is a fair and wise god, but not merciful.The young man is guilty, and he is dead.

Time passed quickly, and finally it was the turn of the final judgment.

Plato was brought into court again.

The bull hadn't played yet, and he was the only one standing in the middle of the field.

Although he knew that his life was coming to an end, his heart was still peaceful.At least the person you want to save has been saved, and what you want to give to him has been given, so there is no regret.

Both judge and jury have withdrawn.Only the onlookers waited to watch a bloody feast.

The horn sounded, the gate opened, and the strong bull came out with graceful steps.

It didn't seem to notice Plato in the center of the venue at all, but instead stared curiously at the circular auditorium.

Everyone held their breaths and waited to see its reaction.

It took a few steps slowly, snorted, and suddenly saw Plato.

"Look, it noticed him." One person said suddenly.

"Yeah," someone responded, "according to my experience last time, when it sees a human being, it will pant heavily and rush forward with red eyes... Eh, strange, how is this one?" No rush, but it should be soon."

However, to everyone's surprise, the bull stood still and tilted his head. Not only did he not show any anger, but he walked slowly, step by step, towards the only human in the arena, as if he was taking a walk.

Plato looked at it, and his heart was in his throat.

In fact, if singled out, he is not afraid of the bulls.On the contrary, he has ample assurance that he can subdue it.It's just that according to the law of Atlantis, as long as the bull attacks him, no matter whether he succeeds or not, it means that he is guilty. Even if he is not stabbed to death by the bull's horn on the spot, he will be poisoned to death afterwards.

Since it is a death sooner or later, it is useless to defeat it.

However, when he looked at the sleek bull, for some reason, he always felt a strange sense of familiarity in its eyes.

At this moment, the big guy had already walked up to him step by step.

It didn't put its horns up, and it didn't wave its hooves.

It was as docile as a domestic puppy, and it lay down at his feet, posing in a cute posture that didn't match its huge size.

Plato was stunned, then reached out his hand like a ghost, touched its head, and patted the top of it twice.

Not only did the bull not get angry, but he grunted twice in satisfaction and rubbed against his palm a few times.

There was a deathly silence.

Thousands of people rubbed their eyes in unison.

At this time, an unknown person shouted loudly: "He is innocent, he is not guilty."

"That's right, he has been blessed by the Sea God."

"His gold was really given by the gods."

A stone stirred up a thousand waves.

The shouts one after another immediately rang out incessantly.

Of course, some people muttered in a low voice: "Didn't you say that the bull is the incarnation of the sea god? Why do you feel that the behavior of the god is a bit... weird."

His companion immediately poked him with an elbow, "Do you dare to question God's decision?"

The man hastily covered his mouth with his hands.

With a smile on his lips, Plato stroked the bull's head and neck with the joy of the rest of his life. Seeing it narrowed his eyes in satisfaction, he felt more and more like someone in his demeanor.

Suddenly, his body shook, and his unbelievable eyes turned to the bull.

Just now, he heard a familiar, incomparably clear voice, which was particularly prominent in the background sound of praising the gods.

The voice said: "It seems that this method is good."

Plato stared at the bull, and the bull stared at him.

After a while, he opened his mouth with great difficulty, and asked the bull, "Apollo?"

"It's me," the cow's mouth moved a few times.

Plato's eyes widened: "It turns out that you are really a god."

"Of course. I am the main god on Mount Olympus." The God of Light said proudly, and was satisfied to see that the shocked expression on Plato's face became more intense.

It's not in vain that he turned into a divine cow.As for the original one, he turned it into a little rabbit and was still staying in the cowshed.

Plato felt that he could almost see the smug look on that bull's head.

He imagined the look of Apollo in high spirits, and couldn't help laughing.

Although I don't know the meaning of Mount Olympus and the main god, it sounds amazing.

In that case, he shouldn't be bullied by others, right?Almost upside down.

Thinking of this, Plato felt extremely relaxed.

"By the way, when can you go out?" Apollo asked.

"Very soon," Plato replied.The judge has not yet appeared, probably because of the shock.

"What's the matter, do you have anything to do with me?" He thought for a while, and suddenly felt that it was strange that a god would come to buy conch shells.

"Yes," Apollo said, "I bought a conch from you yesterday, do you remember?"

Plato nodded.

How could such a thing be forgotten.If it weren't for that conch, there wouldn't be a bunch of things like today.

"After I took it back, I tried all kinds of methods, but they couldn't blow it. So," Apollo looked at it eagerly, his bull's eyes the size of a copper bell were full of longing, "Can you teach me how to blow a conch shell?" ?"

Plato: "...is the conch made for blowing?"

Apollo: "..."

It seems that he... found the wrong person.

"I always thought that those nobles bought conch shells to hang on the walls as decorations," Plato said to himself, and when he saw the cow's head drooping, he hurriedly said, "Don't worry. I'll go to the library to look it up. Go ask my friends and see if any of them know how to blow a conch."

Apollo nodded, and had no choice but to do so.

After a while, the judge remembered his duty, acquitted Plato, and had him taken down.

The divine bull that Apollo turned into was also taken away.

He returned to the temple, transformed the original divine bull back, and transformed himself back into a human body, and came to the market, in front of a stall selling wood carvings.

The two made an appointment, one went to the library and the other waited here.

Apollo was bored, so he bought a very rough portrait, picked up a stone with sharp corners, and modified it.

As soon as it was finished, Plato came with a relaxed expression, as if he had gained nothing.

He let go of his hanging heart, stuffed the modified wooden portrait over, and said, "Give it to you."

"Give it to me?" Plato was flattered, "Why?"

"Because I look like you." Apollo said casually.

Plato looked at the short and fat man in his hand, and was speechless for a moment, then laughed again, put it away in a precious place, and said: "I have already found out. It turns out that conch shells can really blow. But most Some conch shells don't blow loudly as soon as they are picked up, and their internal structure needs to be modified."

"Ah? It's so troublesome, will you?" Apollo frowned.

"No, but I know one who will."