I heard Jose ask Carette again:

"So, you're supposed to be a native Greek, right?"

"Yes. My family is in Crete, and I came out to travel during the summer vacation... Mr. Jose, do you also like the ancient Greek civilization?"

He smiled softly and began to gush on and on and on.

"I was born in China, and my father was a master of Chinese painting, and I have been passionate about painting since I was a child, and I have been fascinated by ancient Greek art and mythology. A year ago, I applied to the Graduate School of the University of Athens after completing my studies at the University of Athens, a temple of the arts. Every weekend, I go to different temples and monuments to work on them, and the one I'm painting now is the olive tree next to the Parthenon, which is said to have been planted by the goddess Athena herself, which is so mythical!"

Kareta had been listening intently, and she knew why he had such a deep affection for Greece, a foreign land.

He still had the consciousness of Hector, the prince of Troy, and his familiarity and familiarity with the Greek kingdom had been deeply engraved in his heart, which could not be erased by the waters of the Yellow Spring.

"It's an honor to meet you, the girl with the same name as the gods, would you mind if we sat down in another place and had a good chat?"

"I'm not going to get in the way of my husband's work, am I?"

"No, I'm going to call it a day. ”

He neatly packed up his painting tools, then put on his sketchpad and left with her.

Actually, Kareta is just polite. Seeing her long-lost lover again, why is she willing to leave him easily.

It is like an invisible force in the underworld, which cannot be seen or touched, but it affects all living beings in the world all the time.

There is no need to deliberately look for complexity, and in the moment they look back, they meet each other.

It was just lunchtime when the two entered a restaurant specializing in Greek cuisine.

They ordered a salad made with vegetables, feta cheese and olive oil tossed together as an appetizer.

The main dishes are mousata, a lamb dish made by layering minced lamb, eggplant and tomatoes, with pie crust and feta cheese, and Dolmads, which is made by wrapping minced meat in grape leaves and steaming rice.

The dessert that accompanies it is naturally a cup of Greek coffee full of Mediterranean flavors after the meal.

This lunch can be described as "long".

They ate and talked, from the traditions of the ancient Greeks to Greek mythology, from the Athenian War of Independence to the Olympic Games.

They talked very speculatively throughout the whole process, and José especially liked to hear stories about the Titans, which was Kareta's specialty, so she told him about the battle of the gods in the gods.

The story begins when Kronos, the ancestor of Titan, castrated his father and seized the throne of the god of the sky, and in order to establish his royal power, he swallowed all the children born to his wife Leia.

Zeus, the son of Zeus, who was secretly hidden by Rhea, defeated his father with the help of the Norse god Odin and the Hundred-armed Giants, forcing him to release his brothers and sisters who had been swallowed by him, and banishing him to the forbidden land of Tartax.

When Zeus became the new god of the sky and led the gods to live forever in the sacred mountain of Olympus, the story of Carreta ended.

She looked at Jose, who was already fascinated, and a bleak smile appeared on the corner of her mouth. She hated this family history at first, but she didn't want to disappoint him so she talked about it.

"Well, Olympus's Creation Sutra is bloody to the extreme. In fact, the world of gods is far less perfect than human imagination, and gods will have the same helplessness as human beings. ”

"I understand that any change of dynasty and the accession of a new king to the throne will inevitably lead to the sin of a heavy blood debt. However, when it comes to the bloodiest war, I think there is no better than the Battle of Troy. ”

"Troy..."

Kareta repeated softly, she was no stranger to this ancient land. On the contrary, she was familiar with everything that happened there, and besides, she loved him there.

Her heart was aching, and with the memories of the past, the wound in her heart that had barely healed for a long time was torn apart little by little.

As the waiter served her coffee, Kareta asked tentatively.

"Mr. Jose, are you also interested in the history of the Battle of Troy?"

"Yes. I've read books about it, and I do have a true record of that history. However, in Greek mythology, the culprit is attributed to a golden apple that caused the gods to strife, which is really tragic enough for ancient Greece.

"Do you know that during those cruel and long war years, a romantic and poignant love story was also interpreted?"

"Do you mean Paris and Helen?"

He replied without hesitation.

It is said that the afflicted couple's bond was indestructible until the fall of Troy and Paris was forced into exile, and Helen followed him all the way. ”

Carette shook her head in denial.

"It's another paragraph, another paragraph... Unknown love, belongs to... The love of the messenger of Carret. ”

"Is it the 'messenger of love and light'?"

José did not hide the excitement on his face, "Does she have a lover too? In legend, she is a goddess." Tell me about it, okay?"

Kareta hung her head slightly, she didn't want him to see the little sadness that flickered in her eyes.

She stirred the dark brown liquid in the cup a few times with a silver teaspoon to allow the syrup at the bottom of the cup to dissolve well.

After a slight pause, she began her story:

"The wires of the Trojan War originated from the annual Olympusian Gathering of the Gods..."

In the Divine Dynasty, every year at the time of the earthly harvest, the gods of the Holy Mountain led by Zeus would hold a meeting.

They sang and laughed together, enjoyed the fruit tributes offered by the people, and brought the blessings of good weather and peace to the world in the new year.

This year's meeting of the gods, because Alice, one of the twelve main gods, was late, and the gods forgot to arrange a golden chair for her, which caused her dissatisfaction. So she decided to take revenge with a small spell.

She conjured a golden apple and threw it at the feet of the gods. The sudden appearance of the gift attracted the three goddesses Hera, Athena and Venus.

The fruit was plump and full of gold, and the most alluring thing was the inscription: "To the most beautiful goddess."

Immediately, a chattering quarrel unfolded between the three goddesses. Everyone wants to take the golden apple for themselves, and they are out of harmony because of it.

The other gods understood that this was another work of the Goddess of Disputes, so they were reluctant to intervene.

As a last resort, Alice hired a human boy named Paris to solve the matter.

After some consideration, Paris awarded the golden apple to Venus, the goddess of love, and as a token of gratitude, Venus swore that when Paris grew up, she would have Helen, the most famous beauty, his wife.

As she happily lifted the golden apple above her head and flaunted her victory to her two defeated opponents, a seed of calamity seemed to have taken root in the soil of sin...

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