Chapter 348
Concerts held by Apollo, the god of light, are usually conducted by Apollo, and the Muses perform their duties, dancing, singing and playing music.
On Mount Olympus, it can be said to be the most elegant entertainment activity.
After all, among the straightforward silver bugs, Apollo and the Nine Muses are rare and elegant people.
Elegant people should not call it an appointment. Instead, they should call it an art salon.
What everyone is playing is not vulgar physical relationships, but elegant artistic pursuits.
So, I understand everything about concerts.
After tidying up and washing up, Eros followed the muse who invited him and set off for the temple of Apollo.
This kind of elegant and upscale music party is indeed worth experiencing.
The muse who came to invite Eros personally always had a faint smile on her eyebrows, and she didn’t know which one of the muses she was.
Speaking of which, how many muses are there in total?
Eros remembered that there were multiple versions of the legend, ranging from three muses to nine muses.
I don’t know how many Greeks there are here, or is it that Mnemosyne, the goddess of memory, is still regenerating during this time?
But this is not important, because no matter there are three or nine, more than two Eros will not be able to remember their names.
At most, Eros can only remember their figures and some features.
For example, the one in front of me has light yellow slightly curly hair and a figure of about 805880cm, which is a very standard girlish shape.
Neither too tall or prominent, nor petite and cute, just a standard girl type.
Although it is not so dazzling and has very eye-catching highlights, the literary and artistic atmosphere on it is really rare.
Especially when you think about them being a sister group, doesn’t this feature come true?
While thinking, Apollo's Temple of Light has arrived.
The exquisite reliefs are continuous and picturesque, and the sound of music can be faintly heard outside the hall, giving an atmosphere of literary elegance to the face.
The palaces of these great gods are decorated in a very personal style.
Aphrodite likes romance, so her palace highlights a vague and hazy place. It seems that everything can be seen but is always blocked by gauze curtains.
Apollo was a generous and confident man, and the palace was built very grandly and exquisitely, like a large banquet hall.
Countless little angels are gathering into an orchestra, conducting soundchecks under the command of several goddesses.
The nymph maid is preparing drinks and desserts, walking through it, and the formation looks very grand.
Eros was a little surprised. He thought this would be a more private and secretive kind of party, but it turned out to be so big?
“Dear Eros, the little god of love, please allow us, the Muses, to welcome you on behalf of our main god Apollo.”
Seeing the arrival of Eros, Mius One of the goddesses who looked like the leader walked over and saluted Eros.
“My name is Melete, please understand that she, the Lord God, is preparing the music for the meeting.”
The muse, who had a slightly melancholy face, introduced herself to Eros.
Her manners are very decent, without any overstepping, and she looks even more mature and steady.
"It doesn't matter, 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 reply surprised Eros.
Is such a big battle prepared just for him alone? Apollo is really thoughtful.
Eros, accompanied by the eldest sister among the muses, sat down while chatting.
The other muses who were preparing cast curious glances from time to time, whispering to each other and discussing. "Is this the person who caused the Lord God to lose his mind recently?"
"It looks really good, no wonder the Lord God likes it."
"Oh, little slut, I don't think it's no wonder the Lord God likes it, but you like it too, right?"
In this The atmosphere in the banquet hall suddenly became noisy, interrupting several band sound checks.
It was not until Meleta scolded him many times that he gradually became quiet.
“Sorry to make you laugh, these sisters are still a little young, so they are more lively.”
Eros smiled and waved his hand, not paying attention to such a trivial matter, but asked another question.
"By the way, how many muses are there?"
Just at a casual glance, the number of goddesses busy in the hall was no less than nine, which was obviously too many.
Melete smiled lightly and softly explained Eros' doubts.
“Muse is just a title, generally referring to the goddesses responsible for the art of singing and dancing.”
"Total of all the muses, there are about twenty or thirty, each of them is good at something different, and I am the eldest, so I became my sister."
In her explanation, Eros is the I understand a little bit.
The Muses were divided into several batches. The first batch of Muses were the daughters of the ancient god Uranus and Gaia, and there were three more including Melete.
They were originally the oldest goddesses of art. Until Apollo was born, they automatically became his gods.
Then there were several Muses born to Mnemosyne and Zeus, and these Muses and Apollo gave birth to even younger Muses.
So whether it is the version of the Three Muses or the Nine Muses, they are all available on Mount Olympus, but the batches are different.
The entire range of Muses is huge, some can be called the aunts of Zeus and the daughters of Apollo, while the younger ones are just the daughters of Apollo.
This spanned the boundary of four generations, which really made Eros take a deep breath.
I’m going to have a party with a fourth-generation super loudspeaker. Wouldn’t it be too exciting if this really opened an art salon?
I tried it with my aunt and my niece, but having four generations living under the same roof is a bit awkward.
It seems that some were born.
“Lord Eros, what are you thinking about?”
Melete interrupted Eros’s unrealistic daydreams, her face still showing no signs of time. A humble and respectful smile.
"Ahem, it's nothing. Is Apollo ready yet?"
Of course, the outrageous thoughts in my mind cannot be expressed.
Otherwise, even in Greece, he would be scolded several times for being a pervert, and then be labeled as something like Poseidon.
Hearing the news about Eros spying on Apollo, Melete's steady face showed a look of helplessness.
“The Lord God is still preparing the music score carefully, right?”
“After all, in order to satisfy you, the Lord God is also racking her brains and trying to make it as perfect as possible. ”
This is a lie. Under Melete’s seemingly reasonable explanation, it is actually a pure lie.
In order to stabilize Eros and help his Lord God, he told lies without thinking.
Music scores, songs and dances, etc., have already been prepared.
There can only be one reason why Apollo has not appeared yet.
That's Apollo, she got stage fright again and was hiding behind and refusing to go out.
As you know, I always like to carry out the persecution to the end.
(End of this chapter)