The Greece Antagonist-Chapter 731 - 139 Excuse me, can I jump off the ship
Chapter 731: Chapter 139: Excuse me, can I jump off the ship? Chapter 731: Chapter 139: Excuse me, can I jump off the ship? The waning moon descended into the horizon, and as the long night gradually faded, the first light of dawn pierced the thin mist, shining into the majestic temple.
Luo En looked at Helen curled up in his arms like a kitten, her eyebrows tightly knit, and shook his head helplessly. He stood up, draped on his clothes, and quietly walked out of the great hall.
“It looks like you had a good sleep last night?” said Hermes, who came around the corner with a mischievous grin.
Luo En gave a sideways glance to the God of Messengers, who might have been eavesdropping last night, casually unfolded the Authority of the Labyrinth, and asked in a deep voice:
“How’s it going? Have you found anything about what I asked you to check out?”
Speaking of serious matters, Hermes shook his head with a somewhat gloomy face:
“The gods are not on the mountain.”
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“What about those noble families with Divine Blood in Athens?”
“I’ve asked, but not one of them knows. Besides, those old fellows are more cunning one than the next, all calculating their own and their families’ gains and losses. They’ve long lost the progressive spirit of the Giant War. They agree to Sparta’s call to mobilize the Divine Blood Heroes of the city-states to attack Troy, mostly to sit on the sidelines and let this war weaken the power of the other city-states. And Athens, which remains uninvolved, thereby maintains a lead in military strength, continuing to secure the position of the Alliance Hierarch.”
Luo En sighed and rubbed his somewhat sore brow on hearing the answer.
Although he had anticipated this, facing the actual outcome still gave him a headache.
However, he immediately collected his thoughts and analyzed methodically:
“It’s within expectations that those old men on War God Mountain want to sit back and watch, in a way, it’s a good thing. After all, if Sparta and Athens were still in agreement, our Divine King might become restless.”
“That’s true. Gego and I called in so many people from the city-states to support us, and His Majesty the King of Gods hasn’t interfered.”
“It’s possible that this is exactly what he wants to see.”
Luo En spoke faintly, his tone loaded with deeper meaning.
“You mean…” Hermes’s smile froze as his voice dried up, “he plans to take us all down with this Trojan War?”
Luo En nodded, “Most likely.”
“Then why did you call so many people together?” Hermes raised his voice a few notches, unable to hide his frustration.
Luo En gave Hermes an annoyed look and said: “If we don’t stir the waters with more people, how can we set the stage for the play? How can we hide wood in the forest? It’s better to let these youngsters test the waters than for us to charge into battle. If they cause a commotion, we can still take care of things from behind. If we fall, Greece really has no hope left.”
Hermes, discerning the implication, was startled: “Are you also preparing to take action at Troy?”
Luo En casually retorted: “What else? We’ve been drifting for two hundred years; we couldn’t possibly be doing it to find a birthday gift for His Majesty the King of Gods, could we?”
Hermes looked hesitant: “Just the few of us? Isn’t that too risky?”
“Therefore, it’s best to find the missing gods and heroes before the dust settles from the Trojan War,” Luo En replied solemnly, maintaining a calm tone.
At his words, Hermes swallowed nervously and cautiously asked: “Can I jump ship now?”
Luo En cracked a smile, revealing eight neat, white teeth: “No!”
Hermes’s hopeful expression instantly crumbled, and he said with a morose face: “So, what do we do now?”
“First, go to the seashore and bring Hecate and the people on the ship ashore. Judging by the time, they should be arriving,” Luo En murmured as he unfolded his golden wings and disappeared, turning into a streak of light, flying toward the coast near Sparta.
Hermes also resignedly activated his Authority of Divine Speed and hurriedly followed behind.
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Several hours later, near the coast of Sparta.
The Argo, shrouded in concealment spells, passed through the hazy sea fog and made for the shore.
Luo En and Hermes, who were waiting on the beach, exchanged glances and transformed into beams of light as they eagerly boarded the deck.
The moment the Argo Heroes saw them, they couldn’t wait to ask about the situation of their city-states, relatives, and wives.
Naturally, Luo En was knowledgeable and answered the questions of each of the Argo Heroes on the ship.
The heroes, hearing about the Bloodlines they had passed on and the descendants they longed to see, had mostly arrived in Sparta for the reunion. They could barely contain their excitement and were eager to rush into the city to recognize their kin.
“If you truly care about those young ones,” Luo En seriously warned, his tone becoming stern, “then avoid showing yourselves hastily.”
While Gego may have received the conscription order from War God Mountain, it was primarily thanks to the efforts of these Argo Heroes on the ship that they managed to mobilize more than half the Greek City States and call forth dozens of renowned Divine Blood Heroes for Sparta.
The heroes on the ship were either kings and princesses of the city-states or founders and rulers of Divine Blood families, hence they wielded great influence over various city-states.
If it weren’t for them passing on the command through Hermes the Messenger to their descendants and relatives—to unite with Sparta and collectively attack Troy—Helen would probably have been unable to pull off such a grand scene yesterday.
But at this very moment, with the enemy unclear, it wasn’t the best time for a reunion.
Although Luo En understood the feelings of the Argo Heroes, for the sake of the safety of many, caution was imperative.
Fortunately, after going through so many trials, the heroes were no longer the reckless, headstrong brutes they once were. Their trust in Commander Luo En was etched deep into their bones.
After hearing this sincere advice, they suppressed their impulse to reunite with their families. Under the orders of Captain Jason, they returned to their posts and continued to guide the Argo slowly ashore.
As the crowd dispersed, Luo En took Hermes into the guest room in the lower hold.
At that time, Hecate, dressed in a white gossamer gown, was sitting before a chessboard, toying with several carved chess pieces she had captured.
Her disciple Medea sat opposite her, gazing at the nearly breached defense line with a frown of concern.
Circe, another of her disciples, obediently stood behind Hecate, responsible for massaging her shoulders and back; she would also occasionally pass a fruit platter to the players, her demeanor quite servile.
There was no helping it; her mind simply could not grasp the complex chess games. Under the tyranny of her teacher Hecate, she had no choice but to be a menial handmaid.
Of course, this lazy bird wasn’t entirely submissive at first and had tried to resist Hecate’s autocracy.
But at that point, all of Hecate’s restrictions had been lifted, and she had resumed her true nature as the Witchcraft Goddess and Queen of Hell. A slight application of her powers had made Circe, her beloved pupil, thoroughly docile, and now she was more obedient than a quail.
As Luo En and Hermes entered, Hecate decisively sent Medea’s “King” to the guillotine and then set aside her pieces, smiling as she asked,
“How did it go? Did you gain anything from this trip?”
Luo En smiled slightly and stepped forward to deliver the good news he had brought,
“The crisis in Sparta has been resolved, and I also took the opportunity to involve Mycenae, preparing to use them as cannon fodder to attack Troy. Then, we can test the reaction of His Majesty the King of Gods.”
“To act with composure in response to provocation? That method does seem more secure, but I’m afraid His Majesty the King of Gods does not have the patience for taking things slow.”
“That’s why, before the dust settles on the battle of Troy, we need to unravel the mystery of the disappearance of the gods.”
Hecate nodded and turned her gaze to Hermes.
Hermes hurriedly waved his hands, looking helpless, “Don’t look at me. There’s no one on War God Mountain. Most of the Divine Blood Heroes from the various city-states who participated in the giant wars have also mostly vanished. As for their whereabouts, I really haven’t got a clue.”
Luo En frowned and complained, “I asked you to report gains, why do you only bring news of losses?”
“No rush, man. I may not have gathered anything on War God Mountain, but I did get a bit of other news from Olympus.” A sly grin spread across Hermes’ face, “Wanna hear it?”
Hecate and Luo En exchanged a glance and, simultaneously, picked up a fruit knife from the table.
“No, no!” Seeing the threatening posture of the two across from him, Hermes abandoned any attempt at light-heartedness and went straight to the point, “Do you remember the pressure we felt after returning to the Age of Greek Gods?”
“Heavenly Destiny Divinity?” Hecate furrowed her brows.
“I don’t know exactly what it is, but it seems to come from Olympus! Because the closer I get to that place, the more sluggish the flow of Divine Power inside of me!”
Hermes answered seriously, his tone full of apprehension towards the once Sacred Mountain.
After a moment of thought, Luo En looked earnestly at Hermes,
“I need you to do something for me right away.”
“What’s that?”
“Make a visit to the Temple of Fate and pay your respects to The Three Fates!”
Recalling the scene on the Thessaly Battlefield, where the three black-clothed goddesses wielding clubs had publicly killed Titan King Cronus and his two comrades with a swing of their clubs, Hermes gasped and turned slightly pale-green. He looked at Luo En with suspicion and asked, “Visit them? Are you sure you’re not sending me to my death?”
“Relax,” Luo En reassured him with a stern voice. “Themis went to seek help from them and came out unscathed. They have no reason to kill you.”
“Times have changed!” Hermes objected, sharing his worries, “Gods and heroes disappear without a trace, Greece has become a ghost of itself, and they have made no move to intervene. Doesn’t it feel like they are in league with Zeus?”
“Could there be another possibility?” Luo En took a deep breath, his eyes flickering enigmatically, “It’s not that The Three Fates don’t want to intervene, but that they simply have no power to do so?”
Hermes was momentarily stunned and then realized, his expression changing to disbelief,
“You mean—they’ve disappeared too?”
“I’m only speculating, which is why I need you to help check. If I’m right, then the Temple of Fate would actually be the safest option.”
Luo En answered candidly, looking somewhat helplessly toward Hermes.
“I was thinking of your safety, but since you disagree, let’s switch; you go and sound out His Majesty the King of Gods in Troy, and I’ll handle the Temple of Fate.”
“No, I’ll go to the Temple of Fate!”
When he heard he would have to lurk under Zeus’s watch, Hermes immediately shrank back and resolutely chose the simpler task.
Then, to avoid letting Luo En, who was delegating tasks, change his mind, the God of Messengers dashed towards the deck with urgent haste.
“No time to lose, I’m leaving first. We’ll meet up in Troy!”
Watching Hermes hurry away, Luo En smiled silently while Hecate rolled her eyes.
You believe whatever he says, but could there be another possibility:
The Three Fates might have encountered a problem, but the Temple of Fate may also not be safe.
Because it’s quite possible that Zeus has sent someone, or is lying in wait there himself?
