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Chapter 84 Chapter 44 The Teacher of Mortals

Meticulously groomed long light brown hair, a handsome but determined face, and those light blue pupils that are insightful and full of wisdom.

If it weren't for the well-proportioned but not bloated muscles that made it difficult to move his eyes, the man in front of him was more in line with the appearance of a university professor in his mind.

Be courteous and humble.

Chiron didn't have the arrogance of being a god at all, and invited Ying An and Ying An to enter the cave with a gentle attitude, and brought sweet mountain spring water to entertain the guests.

Ying An took out a few juicy carrots (kindly provided by Tia) from his bag with great interest, and cut them into slices as a night snack for Chiron and Shanus as a gift.

Chiron is very curious about this unseen food. As a sage who is proficient in all kinds of knowledge, it is not easy to come up with things he does not know.

Therefore, he was not polite, thanked him, took a piece and looked at it under the light, and slipped a few pieces into the hand of Shanus who dared not stretch out his hand.

It wasn't until he chewed a few mouthfuls that his eyes lit up.

The shy Shanus even buried his little head in his hands, not daring to lift it up.

Both of them are gentle and easy-going people, Chiron is rich in knowledge, and Ying An has gone through several ages, so the things hidden in his stomach are naturally not simple. When they talk, they are both very speculative. If they want to be put in Water Margin Immediately ask for help.

Chiron's daily contacts are either his fellow clansmen who are full of burning, killing and looting, or apprentices who have not yet been enlightened. Although they are full of ideas, no one listens to them.

Because the same race disdains to listen, schoolchildren do not understand.

It is rare to meet a bosom friend, so it is inevitable to chat a few more words.

And after knowing Ying An's reason for coming, even Chiron, who is as wise as Chiron, can't help but sigh faintly, feeling a real headache for his unsatisfactory compatriots.

"I made you laugh." Chiron smiled wryly, "Sorry, Ias, I can only apologize to you in my own name."

Chiron did have a high reputation among the centaur clan, but it was just that.When mediating disputes, his face is still useful, but when it comes to important decisions, he can't influence the leaders of those tribes.Not to mention, burning, killing, and looting has almost become the nature of centaurs, and Chiron himself doesn't know how to solve this problem.

"I still have a lot of herbs here, I hope it can make up for your loss."

Chiron stood up and wanted to take out some of the potions he had treasured, but Ying'an stopped him and pressed him down on the large chair again.

"Chiron, I didn't come to ask you for compensation this time." Ying An shook his head with a helpless expression: "They are just your clan, and you don't need to compensate for their actions .”

"Besides, instead of thinking about how to compensate me, why don't we think about how to improve the situation of the centaurs?"

Ying An didn't realize that when he said that, the little horse lying on the ground, quietly listening to their chat, had twinkling eyes like stars in the sky.

"..." Chiron squeezed his brows with his hands: "Although I don't want to speak ill of my own people, but to be honest, plunder and debauchery have become their natural instincts, and their nature is really hard to change..."

Chiron looked at the man in front of him with piercing eyes. He wanted to know whether this man, whose knowledge surprised him, had a solution.

"I want to correct something." Ying An denied Chiron's opinion: "That's not instinct, it's just a habit."

"If that's really nature. Then isn't it human nature to be weak?"

Ying An grinned: "I don't have the claws of beasts, nor the wings of birds, nor can I play in the waves like fish... Humans are really weak. But if this is also the nature of human beings, why do you need to train them to become human beings?" Where is the hero? Chiron"

"This... can it be the same?"

Chiron opened his eyes wide, feeling that the other party's remarks had greatly impacted his previous concepts.

"Why is it different?" Ying An's fingers twitched subconsciously: "If the nature of centaurs is really only plunder and debauchery, then why should they learn from humans to build settlements?"

Chiron listened carefully, seemingly thinking.

The faces of the children he taught in his classroom flowed through his mind one by one, their carelessness, their timidity, and their weakness...

Seeing that Chiron was listening carefully, Ying An patted him on the shoulder: "Have you ever thought about why your people became like this?"

"Why...?" Chiron, who always thought they were born vulgar and savage, never considered this question.

The other party's way of thinking opened a window for him who was confined in the room.

"Wine...?" Chiron hesitated for a long time, as if he was asking Ying An, or asking himself.

"Well... for the sake of alcohol, your fellow clansmen chose the simplest way of survival." Ying An affirmed Chiron's thoughts this time, and clapped his hands: "Alcohol is not cheap, and they are not cheap because of alcoholism. Consider using your own labor in exchange, only thinking about using the fastest method to obtain wealth - plunder."

"And long-term drinking will also affect their judgment and make them more irritable and irritable."

Chiron originally expected Ying An to give an answer, but after getting the answer, he felt even more painful, because he knew that it was impossible for his fellow clansmen to abandon alcohol.At the banquet, they can even say the absurd remarks that wine flows in their bodies instead of blood when they are drunk, and these words are quite marketable.

How could such fellows give up drinking, and how could they earn wealth through labor safely.

Even Ying An could understand Chiron's gloomy expression, not to mention Shanus who was lying on the ground. As a member of the centaur tribe, she was not a gregarious one. through.

"Ordinary methods are naturally not feasible. And those with deep-rooted habits cannot be changed."

"But this does not prevent you from changing the next generation. With this as bait..."

Ying An took out the second wine gourd hidden in his pocket, and poured some for him into the empty glass: "Come on, try it."

"This..." Chiron didn't like wine very much, so he just took a sip, and then his expression changed.

Even a person like him who doesn't like wine can tell that this is good wine.It is a good wine that is enough to make one's own clansman fight with swords.

No centaur can resist the taste of this wine, and even after drinking this wine, they will have the illusion that the wine they drank in the past is fresh water.

If the opponent has enough strength and can produce enough of this kind of drink, Chiron even felt that his fellow clansmen would put Dionysus aside and embrace the thigh of the person in front of him.

"Five bottles a month, in exchange for a child from the tribe to work for me, do you think they will be happy?"

"If it's a pre-hunting-age kid, they'll no doubt be quite happy. No, if you get a few more bottles, I think they'll send you the hunting-age kid too."

Chiron laughed, he seemed to have understood the plan of the person in front of him.

Straight from centaur children to change?Seems like... a good idea.

Chiron, who was thinking this way, suddenly showed a surprised smile, frank and self-deprecating, lonely and sad.

"What's wrong? Chiron"

"No, it's nothing, Ias." Chiron, who had no parental love since birth, drank the wine in his glass full of sadness: "I just feel that it may not be what I want to change this sad world. It's you who cultivated the hero."

"No, Chiron. There is no world that can be changed by one person. All we can do is give them the fire like Prometheus did."

Under the propaganda of the hero patriarch Chiron, a man began to become famous among the people.

Mentor of Mortals - Ias

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Chapter 85 Chapter 45 The Loving Brave

Atalanta, eight years old this year

Her long emerald green hair had already hung down to her waist, and on her delicate little face, there was an indifference and stubbornness that did not match her age.

Because she knows her life experience.

She was a child of the king of Arcadia, of course, that was only once.

Because that person abandoned her in the woods just because she was a girl when she was born.

And it was that man who rescued her from the jungle and brought her up with painstaking efforts, and had nothing to do with the king.

The sage of Arcadia - Ias.

This name is well known throughout Greece.

He tamed the terrible centaur, he justly judged all kinds of disputes, he taught people to sow and reap...

This is a great name alongside Chiron, the patriarch of heroes, and the precocious Atalanta has always been proud of this name since she was conscious of it.

When she was six years old, she knew that the sage Ias adopted her abandoned baby, and came here to seduce King Iasos, who swore in front of her that she was his daughter. She didn't believe it, so she told the whole story in detail, and only then did she know that she was just a child adopted by the sage and had no blood relationship with him.

From the children of Ias, became the children of Iasos

It sounds like just a syllable change.

But for the six-year-old her, it was undoubtedly the sky falling.

She could only remember that it was the most crying time in her life.

Yes, she has been full of wildness since she was a child. She likes to stay in the jungle and draw a small bow to hunt. She will never cry because of physical pain.

Then, with tears in her eyes, she saw an astonishing scene.

The sage, who has always shown people with a pleasant face, showed the tip of the iceberg of why he was able to tame the centaur.

The king's guard, after being knocked out with a punch, was kicked out of the door by him.

Iasos, with his throat stuck, was kicked into the river. If the guards hadn't arrived to rescue him, he might have drowned.

Iasos, who was bleeding badly and escaped in the river, fled back to the palace. He was terrified, but he couldn't think of revenge.

Not only because of Ias' outstanding strength, but also because of his frightening popularity among the people at the bottom.

It can be said that if he insisted on revenge and did not hide his intentions, he would most likely be assassinated tonight.Because even in his own personal guard, there are fanatical supporters of Ias.Because Ias saved their parents and family members from the disease.

It was in this kind of fear that Iasos's cold became worse, and he died within a week.

The king is dead.

For the people of Arcadia, it's not a big deal.

What should be lived must be lived, and what should be grown must be grown.

Anyway, Iasos didn't care much about the life and death of the people. He just enjoyed it in his palace, relying on the wealth he exploited from the people.

Only when there is a war, the people will think, oh, we still have a king.

In the past, Iasos could still rely on sending troops to expel the centaur to gain a sense of existence, but now that the centaur has been tamed by the sage, everyone has gone to farm and make wine, and they don't come to rob.

Just because they found that the money they robbed was not enough to buy that kind of good wine.The sage stipulated that if he participated in the labor process of wine making, he could buy wine at a preferential price, and he could still get paid.

The tribal leader, who was confused and couldn't figure it out at all, specially sought out the great sage Chiron to explain his doubts.

Chiron told him that you made a lot of money.