"Don’t talk nonsense, it’s the decision of the citizens’ assembly, a testament to the superiority of democracy, it has nothing to do with me."
Luo En blinked innocently.
Seeing this, Aglaea couldn’t help but smile teasingly, covering her lips as she laughed softly:
"Yes, yes, the recent bad weather along the coast with more storms is totally normal, those few enemy scout ships accidentally wandered in; the Delphi Temple oracle spreading in Athens is also accidental, it has nothing to do with you at all."
However, what this Radiant Goddess didn’t know was that the content of this Delphi oracle did originally exist in history, and the contact and even confrontation between Egyptians and Greeks were inevitable historical events.
Luo En merely exerted a little push, allowing these inevitable occurrences to develop into the outcome he desired.
So even if an Origin Level God wanted to investigate, they could only view the naval admiral’s change in fate as an "accident".
Nevertheless, while the naval admiral was fine, what about the other Great Philosopher?
Upon hearing Aglaea’s query, Luo En pulled out another secret report:
"Don’t worry, I’ve already had Cainis send that Great Philosopher to the army, just in time to assist the reinstated Timistocles."
Hearing this, Aglaea was relieved at once.
Each Greek city-state was plagued with bandits, magic beasts, venomous creatures, and even criminal demigods.
Therefore, those who dared to travel alone and managed to survive weren’t typically weaklings unable to hold their own.
As a scholar needing to promote his teachings while traveling, Socrates was also a "combat-oriented" figure who "knew some martial arts".
He, along with his student Plato and his disciple Aristotle, all favored an art called "Pankration".
This was an ancient Greek combat technique passed down from the Divine Era.
Aristotle’s student, Alexander the Great, a Hellenized Macedonian Prince, was also an expert in Pankration.
Thus, Pankration combat was essentially a traditional skill of Socrates’ lineage.
Furthermore, as a renowned scholar who had studied at the Academy of Athens, besides Pankration combat, the academy also imparted knowledge about magic and alchemy.
Socrates, Plato, and Aristotle were all leaders in this field, ordinary demigods were no match for them.
In addition, Socrates, as an Athenian citizen, had participated in battle three times.
The first time, he joined the Potidaea campaign with his friend Alcibiades. When Alcibiades was injured, Socrates saved his life.
A few years later, in the Delium campaign, Socrates once again demonstrated his courage. According to records, when Athenians retreated from Delium, Socrates did not just flee like others, but watched from side to side like a pelican, retreating calmly, occasionally turning around to show everyone he would strive to defend and protect himself and his comrades.
In Socrates’ last battle, the Amphipolis campaign, despite being 48 years old, he still went to battle as a heavy infantryman. This campaign aimed to reclaim the Amphipolis area occupied by Sparta, but ultimately failed.
Notably, among the generals who participated in this campaign was the famous historian Thucydides. He was responsible for transporting reinforcements to Athens but failed to make the reinforcements timely and effective. Consequently, the Athenians judged Thucydides as incompetent and exiled him for twenty years as punishment.
Therefore, when facing such a veteran full of martial virtue and a magic master, Aglaea had no doubt that Socrates could survive in the army.
Moreover, with the addition of this Great Philosopher, the Athens Navy was bound to attract a large number of students from Socrates’ school and his former acquaintances. These were all outstanding mages and alchemists, and capable of invigorating them to enlist, further strengthening the Athens Navy.
This would be beneficial for all of Greece.
After hearing this, Aglaea sighed with emotion:
"You really sold them, and they would still thank you for your kindness."
Luo En rolled his eyes at Aglaea, feigning anger:
"Why does this not sound like a compliment? Are you sarcastically mocking me in disguise?"
Aglaea quickly shook her head: "How could I be? You solved Athens’ hidden troubles for me and helped me secure the naval admiral I recommended, I haven’t thanked you enough."
"So, how do you plan to thank me?" Luo En retorted.
"How about a dance?" Aglaea instinctively replied.
Before Luo En could respond, the Radiant Goddess had already walked to the center of the living room, offering this gift of gratitude to her teacher.
Each time her toes touched the ground, tiny golden ripples would ripple out, these trails of light spreading across the teak floor, blending with the moonlight patches.
As the dance began, her long, fair arms unfurled slowly like silk carried by the evening breeze, with her fingertips leaving a trail of pale golden auroras in the air. When she started to spin, her skirt bloomed into layers of radiant arcs, like an aurora vortex suddenly bursting in the polar night sky.
As one of the Three Graces, Aglaea was not only adept at music and dance, but her aesthetic in fashion and cosmetics was also second to none.
Golden short hair, light green-yellow pupils. Golden patterns imbued with divinity on her chest. Wearing a hairband of olive leaves and flowers on her head, a necklace with geometric and natural elements around her neck. Wearing metal-patterned bracelets on her wrists, gold yarn and petals intertwined on her arms. Donned in a loose, flowing robe; the skirt was golden with many folds, draped with a flowing golden veil, with golden embroidery as decoration on the outfit. A metal belt adorned her waist, tied with a white sash, accentuating her waistline. Anklets made of black leather and laurel leaves, wearing high-heeled sandals, with straps on both sides intertwined with shells and olive leaves around her ankles and calves. Fingers adorned with metal rings, with gold nail polish on both fingers and toes...
These rich Greek elements, combined with graceful dance steps, seemed to elucidate the meaning of "beauty" to the world.
As the audience, Luo En had to admit, he was awestruck by this subordinate.
And as he lost his focus, Aglaea’s eyes gleamed as she slid before him, extending an inviting gesture to her teacher and superior:
"Master, may I have the honor to invite you for a dance?"
"I’m not very good at dancing."
Luo En felt slightly embarrassed, intending to decline.
However, upon hearing this, Aglaea’s eyes brightened, with an even more brilliant smile on her exquisite face.
Not good? That’s even better!
"No problem, I can teach you."
Saying this, she directly pulled her teacher from his seat, leading him into the living room, and began a hands-on lesson.
Their footfalls clicked crisply, figures intertwining.
The two deities, dancing beneath the moon, felt each other’s warmth with their skin and performed the beauty of spirituality through their bodies.
As the Origin God, Luo En naturally learned quickly.
Whether it be dance steps, movements, or grace, he could effortlessly master them.
But sometimes learning the postures too well could be a burden.
Three quarters of an hour later, Luo En’s posture started to become less precise, as he tried to shift his gaze from the golden line across Aglaea’s chest, he coughed and said:
"Ahem, I’ve received your gift of thanks. It’s about time, you should get some rest early too."
Noticing his superior’s posture bent like a prawn and feeling the heat coming from their skin contact, Aglaea chuckled softly:
"No, the ball isn’t over yet, and neither is the lesson."
Immediately, the Radiant Goddess revealed a mischievous look on her face like a young girl, locking hands with Luo En, offering a second dance as a gift to the god and mentor.
In the moonlight, the entwined and merging silhouettes of the pair brought forth a more intense symphony of life.
At dawn, a ray of fine golden sunlight pierced into the grand hall.
Luo En yawned as he awakened from his slumber.
Observing the mess all over the floor, recollecting the wildness of yesterday, he couldn’t help but shake his head and give a wry smile.
Well, there goes the last untouched piece of War God Mountain.
Such a sinner he was.
In the future, who was going to fill the spot for Greece’s lack of Virgin Goddesses?
However, his remorse barely lasted a few seconds before Luo En’s body stiffened, inhaling sharply as he looked towards the raised sheets.
The foundation of a dancer indeed was excellent.
However, this early morning, what if...
As if to verify his speculation, three small figures with red short hair flew in urgently, wings flapping, using the power of the "Doorway" to pass through the barrier, and rushed into the grand hall:
"Teacher, there’s trouble, trouble!"
Watching the three little figures rushing towards the bed, Luo En’s previously pale face turned green in an instant.