Do not wake up the gods of the abyss [Greek mythology]

"God of the Abyss..." Artemis subconsciously wanted to explain, but Tartarus' cold gaze locked on to his mouth, depriving him of his voice.

Artemis stopped breathing, and felt unspeakable panic in her heart. She was afraid that she would anger the God of the Abyss, and she was even more afraid that the God of the Abyss would misunderstand Apollo.Her dear brother, her Apollo had a true friend for the first time, and she didn't want to lose his friend.But she could not speak, and a look from Tartarus silenced her.This is the disparity in strength between them.

Apollo was also taken aback by the sudden appearance of Tartarus. Thinking of his confession just now, he was rarely uncomfortable.

Putting his hand to his lips, he coughed lightly: "God of the Abyss, why are you here?"

This method of changing the subject is not clever, and even feels a bit blunt.Artemis was anxious when she heard this, thinking what happened to her good brother. Before returning to the God Realm, they had specially trained in speaking skills, and they had practiced countless times at various banquets, so they were quite proficient.In the vast God Realm, who doesn't know that Apollo, the God of Light, speaks generously and appropriately?Why did you come to the Abyss God, and you can't say so many good things!

Tartarus didn't understand what Artemis was in a hurry, he felt a little anxious.

"My roast lamb hasn't come yet."

He waited impatiently.

Artemis: ? ? ?

Artemis still breathed heavily in his chest, annoyed that Apollo couldn't speak at critical times, and couldn't explain for himself.Unexpectedly, Tartarus said that he was in a bad mood because the roast mutton was delayed?The Hunting Goddess had mixed feelings in her heart. She wanted to breathe a sigh of relief, but her throat was choked up, and she couldn't get out or in. She almost choked her to death.

It turned out that she made a fuss out of a molehill.

Apollo understands the god of the abyss, maybe she shouldn't interfere in the relationship between the two of them!

Artemis learned the lesson, kept silent, and listened to Apollo's response.

Apollo glanced at his sister who was rarely silent, and knew that she was just using the extra meat as an excuse, and was in a hurry to talk to him, and probably didn't ask Muse to roast the mutton.He said: "Your Highness of the Abyss, don't you think that the roasted mutton loses its flavor when eaten on a plate?"

Not on a plate, so what to do?Tartarus thought about it seriously, and then realized that Apollo didn't solve the problem for him at all, so he threw another problem at him.He pursed his lips, with a little displeasure in his tone: "Don't change the subject."

Obviously the last topic turned more bluntly, but he didn't realize it, and now he is extremely sharp.Artemis slandered her, and the more she looked at it, the more she felt that Tartarus was unpredictable, and only Apollo could figure out his temper, so he got along well with him, right?

Apollo explained: "It's not to change the subject. It's just that you see how beautiful the night is tonight, which is suitable for an open-air barbecue."

Tartarus raised his eyes, looked at the beam of light above the Temple of Light, and the stars and moon that were far away from the beam of light, and could not feel the beauty.But he is more enthusiastic about barbecue, so after thinking about it, he asked, "Will you bake it for me?"

Apollo was stunned for a moment, his green eyes lit up with bright starlight. Unexpectedly, the God of the Abyss had tasted all the good crafts of the Muse, and he still couldn't forget the barbecue he made.

He gave a salute and said with a smile, "My honor."

The night breeze was slightly cool, blowing the earth, and the grass hugged each other and whispered.The Muses directed the brown-haired nymphs from the valley to set up the grills by the laurel grove not far from the Temple of Light.Leaning against the leafy laurel tree, a cluster of firewood lit does not need to be afraid of the night wind, and passionately licks the blood-dripping leg of lamb.

Next to the grill is a piece of woven cloth, which was woven by the goddess Athena and is now used to display various foods.Tartarus pressed a corner of the woven cloth, picking up a piece of delicious pastry from time to time.Although the gods do not know how to be full, the satisfaction of the taste buds should not be too much.Repeated chewing and swallowing will cause a sore face and toothache if the frequency is too high.Tartarus had already eaten a lot of food, and the only thing he was looking forward to now was the lamb roasted by Apollo. As for the sweet taste in his mouth, it was just to relieve the temptation of the rich meaty aroma.

The night was quiet, and when Artemis heard that there was going to be an open-air barbecue, he said he would bring wine.Tartarus couldn't wait any longer, so Apollo asked her to go to the wine cellar to pick wine.At this moment, the Muses and the Nymphs of the Valley retreated quietly, and Artemis had not yet returned. Under the laurel tree, there were only Apollo and Tartarus.

Apollo added some firewood, turned the roast leg of lamb over, and suddenly asked, "When do you plan to return to the abyss?"

Tartarus said without thinking, "Tomorrow."

It seems that the God of the Abyss has already made arrangements, and Apollo sighed: "What a pity."

Tartarus looked at him: "You hate this?"

His words were not precise, but Apollo understood what he meant: "It's not that I hate it, it's that I don't want to let go." He knew that Tartarus could not live in the God Realm for a long time, but he was a little bit reluctant to let him go, and he couldn't bear to unload in front of him. Atrium, don't have to endure the feeling of calculating.

Tartarus didn't speak anymore, he still didn't understand what kind of emotion "reluctance" was.

The wind stirred the branches of the laurel tree, and dropped a green leaf.Apollo said with a smile: "If there is a chance next time, I invite you to visit me again in spring. In spring, the laurel trees bloom, and the golden flowers bloom on the branches, which are very fragrant."

Tartarus couldn't imagine such a scene. He lowered his head, looked at the sizzling leg of lamb, and reminded Apollo, "It's time to turn it over."

Apollo flipped the roast leg of lamb, and continued: "The muses will use laurel flowers to make cakes. The osmanthus cakes they make are sweet and delicious, maybe you will like them."

He didn't say anything to stay, but he left Tartarus thinking, as if silently saying "don't go".

Tartarus asked, "Are you ready?"

All he cares about is the roast.

Apollo smiled helplessly, gouged out a piece of meat with a knife, and gave it to Tartarus: "Taste?"

Tartarus took the piece of meat, blew it twice, and took a bite. It was really fragrant and tender, better than the one on the plate.

His eyes brightened slightly: "One more piece."

Apollo gave him some more pieces of meat.

Tartarus had had enough of the roast, and suddenly said, "Apollo, look up."

Apollo was picking up the embers of the fire, and when he heard the words, he raised his head slightly, and saw the laurel tree above his head was bathed in the moonlight, and the leaves were outlined with silver edges, like a beautiful goddess wearing silver ornaments, dancing in the night wind.At the most compact part of the young leaves, several small flower buds popped out, and then slowly swelled, stretching out the arc-shaped lines, and opened up one after another light yellow flowers.

Laurel blossoms.

In the dark night, open quietly.

Tartarus got up, picked a branch of laurel, put it on the tip of his nose and sniffed it lightly: "You are right, it is very fragrant."

Apollo breathed slowly, and there was an abyss god in his sight.He was tall and tall, wearing a black robe that couldn't hide his frosty demeanor, his azure eyes were free from any impurities, they were slightly lowered, and he was looking intently at the laurel flower in his hand.Apollo was attracted by him unconsciously, and lost his mind for a while.

Perhaps Tartarus watered more fountains of life, and the laurel flowers on the tree bloomed more and more, and when they bloomed the most, they fell under the gentle touch of the night wind.

One of the little flowers playfully landed on the cheek of the God of Light, kissing his handsome face.Apollo raised his hand to pick it off, his movements were gentle and his tone was gentle: "Thank you, God of the Abyss, the laurel flowers are blooming beautifully."

Tartarus frowned, dissatisfied that the laurel fell so quickly.

He asked Apollo seriously: "Is this flower edible?"