Chapter 28 Who is Arachne
The attendants left with the crowned one, leaving only the workers who were dismantling the platform to start working.
When Califon showed such obvious respect for an ordinary citizen, Perturabo seemed to finally realize something. First he subconsciously let out a sigh of relief, and then his anger suddenly rose, and his arms tensed nervously. He hugged him to his chest, stared at Morse intently, and pursed his lips.
If Callifon and Andros were not still here, Morse felt that the child would pounce on him with all his teeth and claws at the next moment, interpreting the vivid shape of the statue into reality.
"Please continue your story, citizen." Callifon said to Morse, her eyes flashing.
Mors faced Perturabo, his eyes were lowered, and his tone was somewhat unpredictable and mysterious: "It is said that once upon a time in Lydia, there was an incredibly talented girl named Arachne, whose brocade craftsmanship was famous throughout Olympia. When she wants to embroider clouds, the clear sky will stop for her, and when she wants to weave springs, the fairies will also admire her. "
"However, the girl often says that her skills are better than her wisdom. The goddess came to persuade her not to be arrogant and to forgive her arrogance. Arachne refused to give in, so they had to compete. "
"Arachne was not only unwilling to admit defeat, He also provoked the goddess with embroidery, weaving patterns of defiance and rebellion." Perturabo glanced at his two stone statues at this time, "so the goddess became angry, destroyed the embroidery, touched her forehead with her hand, and screamed She repented. Arachne couldn't bear it and committed suicide. After her death, the goddess let her spirit ascend again, and turned her into a weaving spider with mercy. From then on, she became a kind of beast, weaving her web every day. "< br>
Perturabo's pent-up anger gradually transformed, and more panic accumulated on his face. His high-speed thinking was enough for him to weave a complete story for himself. When Morse finished speaking, he had already determined in his mind the answer to the question on the thin white paper a few days ago.
He has compared himself to the fragile little insect that Morse said was stubbornly resisting the gods.
"I..." Perturabo's lips and teeth were raw, as if there were rough gravel in his mouth, "But this is the question you set..." He whispered in defense.
Andos has another understanding. Although this prince is alienated from society, he and the incomprehensible are completely opposite ends of the same tree.
He asked curiously: "Citizen, you mean... my competition with Perturabo is just like the competition between this weaver and the goddess?"
Then the prince shook his head. , the words were full of mild disapproval: "Our competition... is just an exchange between two people, and Perturabo... he will not turn people into animals. He is a good person."
Callifon almost choked on her brother's last few words, while Morse smiled straightforwardly and generously, leaving Andros confused as to where he had gone wrong.
"But I have heard another story, citizen."
The princess reluctantly found the rhythm of her language, her eyes communicated with Morse's, and her eyes flashed with a smile.
“I saw another statement in a letter. Although it is similar in general, there are many small differences.”
“The immortal gods heard this rumor of mortal skills, Her wrath will rise against the earth. The goddess will not allow others to despise her with impunity. The goddess's hand will move on the machine and weave the shapes of the gods in the sky to symbolize her power. The image of an arrogant mortal being punished is embroidered on the four corners of the pattern to show her glorious majesty."
"Arachne compiled the four disasters created by the gods: the first is a woman whose blood is burned to her bones, and another is a young girl. She was deceived by the eagle, the woman turned into an ox and wandered around, the noble queen was defiled by evil."
"When the goddess saw that she was weaving well, she tore the scandal of the god into pieces and struck the girl on the forehead with the shuttle. Arachne couldn't bear it and committed suicide. The goddess was still angry and cursed her race to be punished for generations. From then on Hanging on the web forever to spin their yarn."
Carly Fon paused and asked kindly: "Whose story is it that you want to tell?"
Perturabo fell into more confusion. He sometimes looked at the young man in blue robe, and sometimes looked at Califon.
Rather than not understanding what Morse was playing, he didn't understand when Morse and Callifon had such an unspoken understanding.
How come they know each other well?
Morse shrugged his shoulders, and the blue cloth robe rippled like water, condensing together with his fake skin color into several icy trickles, rolling away into the void along the outline of his body.
The real pale cheeks and his constant black clothes and cloth strips are washed and reappeared, and the ironic arc of his lips remains unchanged.
Andos let out a soft oh in surprise.
Perturabo immediately approached Morse and looked up at him intently.
"What do you mean, Morse!" He clenched his uneasy fists, weighing the weight of his own words. "What is the answer you devised?" "My answer?" Morse put his palm on Perturabo's shoulder and patted the boy. "I don't provide answers because I haven't prepared."
He half-crouched down, with the edge of his black robe lying on the ground. His eyes were level with Perturabo's, looking at the boy's face.
As he said, he has never designed a precise answer to the story itself; he has no intention of setting a standard for who is the weaver in the story and who is the supreme god in the story.
“When I wrote this question, I was not thinking about who was the person in the story, but who wrote the story and who gave the puzzle.” Morse said, “After all, In the real past, neither Minerva nor Arachne existed. So, who made the characters in this story turn good and evil twice?"
Carifon nodded slightly.
"Tell me," Mors said to Perturabo. "You are a smart boy."
Perturabo thought for a few seconds and then said: "The one who writes stories."
His clenched hands relaxed, replaced by an expression The complexity of the book, and the sad silence when faced with absurd and false things.
He said: "Your story is written by the Harkon Society, and the story of Callifon is written by the Citizen Society."
"The story of God tells the four sufferings of man. The story of man records four evil deeds of God.”
Morse nodded calmly.
The boy continued: "You have to tell me that only those who can speak can be heard. You have to tell me that hypocritical glory is always false."
He twisted stubbornly Overdone and unwilling to accept: "But I didn't let the citizens flatter me. They still elected me, and I'm a little better off."
Morse decided not to tell him now, the subsequent voting tendency , is greatly related to the choice of the first person to take office.
"And..." Perturabo's question had another follow-up, "And even if the glory is fake, you still haven't told me what my statue is like! You never lie to me, Let me tell you bluntly, what do you think of the statue I carved? ”
Morse sighed and praised warmly: "Very good, Perturabo, I commend you."
You must talk about his shortcomings on the spot, then you can't talk about it without the limit of three hours, no If you go back, talk to him in detail.
What's more, this child is about to collapse.
Perturabo puffed out his mouth and suppressed a smile.
The next second, the boy fell into Morse's arms and fell into a coma.
"Look, even if you don't want to think about it, you are already in this vortex." He whispered.
He has chosen to tell this child too much of what he knows.
Then Morse held Perturabo in his arms and stood up straight. He used all the gentleness he had today with the boy.
"I want you to tell me which city-state the official who presented you with the gold pot came from." He threw the empty box on the ground and ordered, "His accomplices have been caught in the trap, go to the streets Find his ice statue."
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