Greece: Zeus made me the queen of heaven?

Chapter 348

The concerts of Apollo, the god of light, are usually conducted by Apollo, and the Muses perform their respective duties, dancing, singing and playing music.

This can be said to be the most elegant entertainment activity on Mount Olympus.

After all, among all the straightforward silver insects, Apollo and the nine Muses are rare and elegant people.

For elegant people, it can’t be called an appointment, it should be called an art salon.

What everyone is playing is not vulgar physical relations, but elegant artistic pursuits.

So, as for concerts, those who understand will understand.

After packing up and washing up, Eros followed the Muse who invited him to the temple of Apollo.

This kind of elegant and high-class music party is definitely worth experiencing.

The Muse who came personally to invite Eros always had a faint smile on her face, and no one knew which Muse she was.

By the way, how many muses are there in total?

Eros remembered that there were multiple versions of the legend, ranging from three to nine Muses.

I don’t know how many Greeces there are here, or is it that Mnemosyne, the goddess of memory, has been giving birth during this period of time?
But it doesn't matter, because no matter if there are three or nine, Eros can't remember the names of more than two.

At best, Eros could only remember their figures and some features.

For example, the one in front of you has light yellow slightly curly hair and a body shape of about 805880, which is a very standard girlish type.

She is neither too tall nor too cute a lolita type; she is just a standard girlish type.

Although she is not so outstanding and dazzling, and has no outstanding features that attract people's attention, the literary and artistic atmosphere she has is really rare.

Especially when you think about the fact that they are a sister group, doesn’t this characteristic come out?

While he was thinking, he had already arrived at Apollo's Temple of Light.

The exquisite reliefs are like a continuous painting, and the sound of music can be faintly heard outside the hall, giving off an air of literary and elegant elegance.

The palaces of these great gods are decorated in very personal styles.

Aphrodite liked romance, so her palace was hazy and obscure, and it seemed that everything could be seen, but it was always blocked by curtains.

Apollo was a generous and confident man, and his palace was built in a very grand and exquisite manner, like a large banquet hall.

Countless little angels are gathering into an orchestra, performing sound check under the direction of several goddesses.

The nymph maids were preparing drinks and desserts and walking around, making the scene look quite grand.

Eros was a little surprised. He thought this would be a more private and secretive party, but it turned out to be so big?

"Dear little god of love Eros, please allow us, the Muses, to welcome you on behalf of our god Apollo."

Seeing Eros coming, a goddess among the Muses who looked like a leader walked over and saluted Eros.

"My name is Meleta. Please forgive me. The Lord Goddess is preparing the music for later."

The Muse, with a slightly melancholy look on her face, introduced herself to Eros.

Her manners were very proper, without any overstepping of the mark, which made her appear mature and steady.

"It's okay. Are there any other guests who haven't arrived yet?"

Eros asked casually.

"No, you are the only guest today. The Lord God did not invite anyone else."

The unexpected answer surprised Eros.

Such a big event was prepared just for him? Apollo was really thoughtful.

Eros sat down to chat with the eldest of the Muses.

The other Muses who were preparing cast curious glances from time to time, and discussed among themselves. "Is this the person who caused the Lord God to be distracted recently?"

"It really looks good. No wonder the Lord God likes it."

"Heh, little slut, I guess it's no wonder that the Lord God likes it, but you like it too, right?"

In this banquet hall, the atmosphere suddenly became noisy, interrupting the band's soundchecks several times.

Only after Meleta scolded him many times did he gradually calm down.

"I'm sorry to make you laugh, but these sisters are still quite young, so they are quite lively."

Eros smiled and waved his hand, not caring about such a trivial matter, but asked another question.

"By the way, how many Muses are there?"

Just a casual glance just now, I saw that there were no less than nine goddesses busy working in the hall, which was obviously excessive.

Meleta smiled faintly and gently explained to Eros.

"Muse is just a title, referring to the goddesses who are responsible for the art of singing and dancing."

"There are about 20 to 30 Muses in total, and each of them has different specialties. I am the oldest, so I am the elder sister."

Eros finally understood a little bit from her explanation.

The Muses were divided into several groups. The first group of Muses were the daughters of the ancient god Uranus and Gaia, and there were three of them including Meleta.

They were originally the most ancient goddesses of art, until the birth of Apollo, when they automatically became Apollo's subordinates.

Then there were several Muses born to Mnemosyne and Zeus, and these Muses and Apollo gave birth to younger Muses.

So whether it is the version of three Muses or nine Muses, they are all available on Mount Olympus, just in different batches.

The entire Muses range widely. Some can be called the aunt of Zeus, the grandmother of Apollo, while the younger ones are just the daughters of Apollo.

This boundary spanning four generations really made Eros take a deep breath.

Oh my god, this is the fourth generation of a super music party. If this really turns into an art salon, wouldn’t it be too exciting?
I've tried having my aunt and niece together, but having four generations living under one roof is a bit too much.

Some are suspected to have been born.

"Lord Eros, what are you thinking about?"

Meleta interrupted Eros's unrealistic fantasy, and her face, which showed no traces of time, still had a humble and respectful smile.

"Ahem, nothing much. By the way, isn't Apollo done yet?"

Of course, the outrageous thoughts in my mind cannot be spoken out.

Otherwise, even in Greece, he would be denounced as a pervert and labeled as something like Poseidon.

When Meleta heard Eros inquiring about Apollo, a look of helplessness flashed across her calm face.

"The Lord God should still be carefully preparing the music score, right?"

"After all, in order to make you satisfied, the Lord God has racked his brains and tried his best to make it as perfect as possible."

This is a lie. Meleta's seemingly reasonable explanation is actually a pure lie.

In order to calm Eros and help his main god, he told a lie without thinking.

The music scores, songs and dances had already been prepared.

There can only be one reason why Apollo has not appeared yet.

That means Apollo is getting stage fright again and is hiding behind the scenes and refusing to go out.

　You know, I have always liked to carry out the persecution to the end.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)