Philion fell into deep thought. He looked at the golden bottle in his hand, tentatively pulled out the cork, and smelled the liquid inside, which was as clear as water and had a completely harmless fragrance.
The gods' orders would not be wrong, so he felt relieved, resealed the bottle, and trudged towards the palace of Cilicia.
There, the king of Cilicia received him as a distinguished guest from afar. Phiryon explained his purpose and told Xuthos what he had encountered on the road.
"Although you have encountered such a strange thing, son of Alps," the king said thoughtfully, "I cannot allow you. Cilicia, which was built on the ruins, originally existed to suppress Echidna, and my kingdom became strong and great because of it. If you want to rescue the boy, you can do so and act like a hero, but I will not let you kill the demon below. You must know that there is also a temple dedicated to him inside my capital."
Phiryon was startled. He asked: "Son of Poseidon, don't you know that this is the will of an Olympian goddess? Or is it that white-armed Hera, the competitive wife of the father of the gods, is also despised by you?"
"The monarch who controls the ocean is no less powerful than any goddess on Mount Olympus!" Xuotos frowned, "Because my father is the real power of the ocean and the brother of the father of the gods. If you want me to agree to your crazy plan, please let my father give me an order and make me back down, otherwise there is no point in talking about this."
After a pause, he said slowly, "Let's not let the tense atmosphere ruin the harmony of the banquet, son of Alps. Today, let's drink, celebrate, and watch the singing and dancing. Tomorrow, we can argue to our heart's content."
Philip was helpless, and when it was late at night, he remembered the goddess's instructions, so he drafted a letter and wrote his name on it. He said in the letter that he was sorry for his behavior at the time and hoped to apologize to Arimathoros with a sincere banquet and clean wine.
After writing the letter, he sent it out overnight, mixing it with the letters of many artists in the court. He hoped that Dolores could see the letter quickly and meet him.
At the same time, Xie Ning lay on Echidna's coiled snake tail, biting the tip of a pen in her mouth, racking her brains to think about how she should reply to so many artists who were "seeking knowledge and truth".
"Well, let me think..." He frowned, "Read it again, what did they say?"
"They want you to teach them the techniques of painting, about your 'skills in making paintings come alive on paper', and 'how the use of colors is complex and varied, like the dusk and dawn of a day'." Echidna repeated, "and more flowery praises, saying that you 'hold the tip of a peacock's tail feather, and the gods envy the brilliance of your paintings'..."
“Stop, stop, stop,” Xie Ning interrupted with a headache. Rainbow farts sounded very pleasant, but too much of the same old rhetoric would make it a bit annoying. “Don’t say the rest.”
He thought for a long time, but still had no idea: "I spent several years learning to draw. It is said that the entry threshold for an original artist is 3,500 hours of board drawing. For me to draw oil paintings, the time is two or three times longer than this. A few pieces of paper, a few words, how can I finish..."