Chapter 487 Attitude
Shasha...
Shasha...
The tip of the pen rubbed against the paper, making a slight friction sound.
Without missing a word, Medea wrote the sound on the report form.
The shadow of the feathers of the feather pen swayed slightly, as elegant as the wings of a bird.
Although Silver Moon City is not without new writing tools, most people are still used to this old style.
It's nothing, in many cases, oldness itself is also a trend.
Shasha...
Shasha...
Snap——
"...Huh, I'm finally done."
After writing the last word, she put the pen on the table.
Medea stretched, her plump figure looming under the cover of her robe.
"You can't understand the aesthetics of numbers, you are indeed a primitive man. I feel that both people and gods in the West have a kind of antique cuteness."
"But it's no wonder, after all, even the magic can only be mechanically applied."
"Sure enough, except for a few, those so-called gods are probably like this."
"In comparison, my nominal grandfather may still be a radical who is eager for change."
"It's just that the direction of his change is not very accurate, and he probably never thought that he still has any living relatives."
The corners of her mouth were slightly raised, and the witch's face seemed to be smiling.
She looked at the mirror in front of her for a while, and didn't know who she was laughing at.
After a while, the witch turned around and picked up a book.
In the mythological world, physics and chemistry may really be useless, at least those understood by later generations are like this.
After all, those are objective laws, and humans only discover and use them.
Once the world changes, the rules are no longer the same. As a tool created by intelligent life to analyze the world, mathematics is meaningful no matter where it is.
And she, Medea, a powerful witch who has lived for thousands of years, naturally would not have any biased views on numbers.
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Fingers turned over the pages of the book, but her mind was not in the book.
Perhaps because of the recent contact with the gods, the witch recalled the past for a while.
She was not born and raised in Silver Moon City, nor was she a descendant of the Bronze Age.
Young Medea was originally a princess of the city-state of Corinth. Her father, King Aeetes, was even the first generation of gods.
He was the son of Helios, the god of the sun, and Perseis, the goddess of the ocean and boiling water.
But despite being the offspring of two gods, he still did not inherit the identity of the gods, so in the end, the king had to stay in the world as a demigod.
But the demigod born by gods and gods is special after all. Even if he is not a god, Aeetes still has a long life and powerful power, which is difficult for other gods to reach.
So naturally, Aeetes became the monarch of a human kingdom and led the people to believe in his father, the sun god who drove the chariot.
According to the original trajectory of fate, this king will be recorded in history - although he is a villain who prevents the "protagonist" from stealing the Golden Fleece.
However, everything changed later. During the Typhon disaster a thousand years ago, a terrible disaster befell the country.
Almost overnight, all the believers of Helios turned into twisted monsters.
Even Aeetes, the son of God, had a shocking change that ordinary people could not imagine.
That day, all the normal people died, and the abnormal ones died at the hands of the gods who came to finish them off.
Countless blood dyed the city-state of Corinth red, and the earth was covered with a layer of blood.
Although Medea was not accidentally contaminated by the inherited blood of the gods, she would not have been an exception.
But fortunately, on that day, her aunt happened to come here.
So from that day on, young Medea was brought to Silvermoon City by Circe and became a member of this city.
It may be the attraction of fate, or it may be nature.
After growing up, this witch, who was famous for witchcraft in the original myth, once again showed her extraordinary talent.
Even here, she gradually became more powerful than what was recorded in the myth.
Today, Medea has become one of the most powerful spellcasters in the world and has taken the position of the keeper of the mystery lock... Of course, this has also brought some small problems.
For example, after accidentally discovering the intruder, Medea did not make any decisive treatment like other "tower masters".
As the owner of one of the twelve "clock towers" outside Silvermoon City, this witch with unfathomable strength once concealed her discovery, but "explored" the secrets of this visitor alone.
Until recently, according to the annual rotation, Medea had to give up the position of the keeper of the mystery lock.
In desperation, this somewhat unreliable witch finally reported her discovery to her colleagues.
Buzz——
Sitting at the table and looking at her report, Medea peeked at the movements of the birds displayed in the water curtain beside her.
However, at this moment, a sound came from the void, and then a light door appeared out of thin air.
Soon, the door slowly opened, and a middle-aged man with a calm face walked out.
Looking around slightly, the middle-aged man's eyes swept through every corner of the room, and finally stopped on Medea and the report in front of her.
"Medea, where is your report?"
"Another day has passed, what did you write?"
Stepping forward slowly, the middle-aged man lowered his head and looked at the leather paper on the table.
Sure enough, it is like this again.
His highest expectation for this witch is that she can do more or less serious things without causing trouble.
"...What are these...reciting his words and deeds, recording his daily life...My respected Lord Medea, I'm afraid you don't need to trouble yourself to do such a small thing."
"You know, what we really need is your experience over the past few months, not these useless exercises that any apprentice can do."
"But I don't have any experience. Whatever I have, I have already told you."
Leaning back in the chair, Medea said casually.
"Like I said, this is a non-threatening guy."
"Not too aggressive and emotionally stable."
"I have no ill intentions toward Silver Moon City, and of course I probably don't have any good intentions either."
"As for the purpose... he seems to be here to find someone.
"However, I have already arranged for people to check it from the inside and outside, and the results have been announced."
"There is no outsider named 'Hercules' here at all, let alone a demigod-level existence."
"Obviously, if there wasn't something wrong with our own inspection, the only explanation is that he was deceived - and it just so happens that, given his level of intelligence, I'm not surprised at this ending."
With a calm voice, Medea picked up her so-called 'report' and threw it towards the middle-aged man.
The paper flew through the air, and finally fell to the ground with a 'snap'.
The middle-aged man didn't pick up the call, and his face gradually became a little ugly.
"Medea, you know that's not what I'm talking about."
"What I want to know is, what did you discover from his divine blood?"
"This is a dangerous person. If we can't deal with it in time-"
"Of course I haven't found anything yet - if you don't believe it, you can try it yourself."
Not polite, looking at the middle-aged man whose face turned a little darker, Medea sneered, then reached out and pointed forward.
The silver light flickered, and the next moment, it was like being forcibly expelled from the host's room.
The middle-aged man's figure flickered slightly, as if he was trying to resist Medea's spell, but ultimately failed.
[Teleportation Countermeasure], the powerful spell directly sent him back along the previous space traces.
Soon, the silver light faded, and Medea was left alone in the room again.
"Tsk."
The corners of her mouth curled up, and the witch once again focused her attention on the behavior of the birds in the light curtain.
He is also a dangerous person. Is this guy also called dangerous?
What's more, she really thought she didn't know what these people were thinking... Everyone was already at the top of the current spell caster field, and no one knew anyone yet.
As the inheritors and promoters of the knowledge passed down by the Goddess of the Magic Network, the powerful wizards in this era can be said to be more or less familiar with astrological predictions.
Although some are more accurate and some are not accurate at all, at least one thing can still be done.
That is, after discovering such an unexpected visitor who is obviously a high-ranking being, the wizard can use 'prophecy' to judge the approximate strength of the other party and the level of the existence associated with the other party.
The more powerful beings are, even if they do not control their own destiny, their existence will be as huge as a rock in the long river of destiny, and have as far-reaching influence as a dam.
So in this way, they can figure out the general attitude towards the other party at the first time, unless the other party also has relevant abilities and actively hides traces of their own destiny.
However, this time, with this guy who was probably the main god of Olympus, this tried-and-tested move had a big problem.
Because in Zeferos, these great wizards, without exception, felt a power that they had never felt before.
It seems to come from the past, but it runs through the present and intersperses into the future.
It is so far away and so profound.
Therefore, the fate of this god was changed long ago... It is precisely for this reason that almost everyone who still knows about it in Silver Moon City keeps it secret.
Modifying destiny, even if it is not a subjective change, is enough to make them scruple.
This uninvited guest instantly became a hot potato.
Someone wanted to tell the Goddess of the Magic Network about his existence, but the Goddess was usually not at home.
No one knows where he ran, and even if he knew, he might not be able to find him after waiting.
Others want to test it out, but are afraid of causing any big problems.
After all, it is a god no matter what. Once he is angered to the point of not caring about the cost, I am afraid no one will benefit.
So over and over again, things just stagnated.
It wasn't until someone remembered Medea who had concealed the news that she came to ask her if she had done anything about it.
So without hiding it, Medea bluntly stated her search for the opponent's divine blood...and then told everyone who wanted to know the result to get out immediately, as they were not welcome in her tower.
bite--
"Um?"
"...Connect."
Another light screen beside her made a warning sound, and Medea turned her head slightly.
After thinking for a while, she finally did not reject the communication.
As her voice fell, the light screen flashed.
The next moment, a wide hall appeared on the opposite side of the light screen.
Five or six beings with different appearances and dresses emerged from the scene, including the middle-aged man who had just been expelled.
Seeing Medea appear, he obviously wanted to say something.
"Shut up"
Being one step ahead, the witch interrupted the other party lightly before she could speak.
"Or I can help you shut up... one day later."
"You-"
"Okay."
A voice came out of the light curtain, and then the other side became quiet.
Soon, a familiar voice came into the witch's ears through the alchemical light curtain.
"Medea, as a loose organization and a platform for communication, no one will force you to reveal your findings."
"Since you don't want to announce it, so be it."
"Just about this uninvited god... do you have any suggestions on how to deal with it?"
"My opinion?"
Subconsciously sat up a little straighter. For Medea, she didn't care about some people, but she still needed to pay attention to some.
The middle-aged man before was actually just a young man who had lived for two or three hundred years. In terms of level, he was not of any level at all.
In comparison, the old man who is speaking now is different.
He is one of the first humans to receive knowledge from the goddess of the magic network. No one knows whether he is the most powerful, but judging from the results, he must be the most survivable.
"My opinion is that he is not a threat."
"On the contrary, if I don't consider the other gods of Olympus, I even have a little bit of a good impression of him."
"It would be interesting to let a god join the ranks of spellcasters - of course, I know you won't agree."
Medea changed the subject and said seriously:
"If I must say that I have any specific suggestions, it is to find the human named 'Hercules'."
"Let him enter the city and let him take this god away, so that you don't need to worry about this time bomb, how about it?"
"... Worth considering."
The response came from the mirror. If they changed the object, changed another god, then they really couldn't say what choice they would make.
But this guy who turned into a bird... the danger on him is a bit too great.
When exploring the endless unknown, caution is the greatest way to save life.
Therefore, before the source of the abnormality in this god is determined, no one is willing to further irritate his nerves.
"Anyway, this is my opinion."
"You can discuss the rest by yourselves. As for the recent period, I will continue to "watch over" him."
"Anyway, if it were you, you would probably just maintain the status quo."
With a slight smile, Medea did not know that in her original destiny she would become Hecate's priest on earth.
But it must be said that she was indeed influenced by the other party.
Afterwards, she even planned to personally contact this god.
Thinking of this, it was still a bit exciting.
