Chapter 360 Brother, You Are a Little Weak
Three days later.
Loen, who had lost almost all his weight and had dark circles under his eyes, rushed to the Royal Palace of Thessaly.
At this time, many heroes with divine blood had gathered in the hall.
In addition to familiar faces such as Telamon, Katniss, the Spartan twins, Princess Helen, and Medea, there are also a large number of divine blood heroes who have come from other city-states to join the forces.
Since the Old Gods' coalition had basically only two routes of attack, namely the Sea of Oceanus and the city of Thessaly.
Therefore, the Thessaly Line of Defense is naturally the top priority of defense. If all parties want to deal with the difficulties together, they need to draw some divine blood heroes and troops to try their best to block the army of the old gods outside the line of defense.
"Oh, the busy man is finally here?"
Seeing Lorne arrive, the busty Katniss sprinted forward, put her arms around Lorne's neck, pulled him to the corner, and reached out without hesitation.
"Do you have any wine? Give me a sip first!"
As he spoke, the old acquaintance began to touch Loen all over until he found the hidden treasure on Loen's waist. Only then did he drink contentedly from the wine jug.
Seeing Katniss's demeanor, Ron didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
Although he has removed the [cognitive distortion] woven by the divine memory on his body, his identity as the god of wine is no longer a secret to those acquaintances, but there is only one person like Katniss who does not treat him as an outsider or a god, and who wants to drink his good wine for free all day long.
He has such a strong nerve, he is worthy of being Ares's offspring.
Just as Loen was secretly complaining in his heart, Medea, Atalanta, Helen and Hippolyta also gathered around him. The first two already knew about his disguise, and the reactions of the latter two were not that surprised.
After all, one of them was wearing the Virgo Cloth and was forced to remain calm, while the other one had probably already informed Artemis and had the blood of the famously thick-skinned Ares.
When old friends get together again, there is naturally some greetings.
Just as he was speaking, Loen noticed that there seemed to be one person missing among the familiar faces who had opened the door.
"Where's Hercules?"
"Here it is."
Katniss threw the empty wine jug back into Ron's hands, raised her hand and pointed to a crowded corner, a gloating smile appeared on her face.
"He seems to be quite popular."
At this time, a blond and blue-eyed young man, with luxurious decorations all over his body and a temperament like a combination of a nouveau riche and a gangster, was following Hercules closely with crab steps, trying to get close to him.
"Hey, man, I've been wanting to see you for a long time. I've been dreaming about you. Come on, let's have a drink. We must have a drink!"
Hercules was so annoyed that he had no choice but to take the wine glass and clink it with the yellow-haired man in front of him symbolically.
But then he regretted this decision.
Because this guy was born in the year of the snake and is very good at climbing up the pole.
"Tsk tsk, look at this divine pattern, it's so big and thick! Look at the muscles on this arm, it's almost bigger than my head, how did you train it?"
The yellow-haired man, with a bright smile on his face, patted Hercules' shoulder hard. At the same time, he slid down his right hand and marveled at the divine patterns on it, like a pervert seeing a beautiful woman.
"Kill the monsters and Titans..."
Hercules looked at the claws pressing on his chest and the yellow-haired man in front of him who could be crushed to death with one hand, and spoke softly.
"Of course, I have killed many masters among humans."
Jason sensed the solemn atmosphere and his face became stiff, as if a rooster was being strangled and bled. He quickly retracted his restless claws, poured wine for Hercules, and changed the subject.
"Drink, let's continue drinking. It's worth it for me to meet you in Thessaly and drink with you. Even if I die here, I can still brag that I am a brother who drank with you in Hades."
Hercules looked at the yellow-haired man who looked inexplicably serious and eager, shook his head, and raised the wine bowl helplessly.
Although it was unknown where this enthusiasm came from, after all, he was a hero who came to garrison Thessaly, so he had to entertain Admetus to some extent.
The yellow-haired man's eyes sparkled with a strange light, and he immediately and happily collided the wine glass with Hercules's sea bowl passionately, then tilted his head back and drank the nectar in one gulp, like a drug addict, with a flush of excitement on his face.
After just a few drinks, he came closer again unconsciously, looking Hercules up and down with a fiery gaze, asking questions incessantly.
"My friend, this bow is a gift from Artemis in exchange for this sacrifice when you captured the Erymanthian boar.
Oh my god, you captured the Hound of Hades, completed the trial, and His Majesty the God-King gave you the belt!
What you are wearing is the Leo Cloth! The sacred object of the Ares Mountain?
Antaeus's wristband? The Titan you strangled to death?
"Brother, tell me how you got that big guy up into the air. I can't wait to hear it! Now you'll have something to brag about when you get back home!"
The yellow-haired man knew all these things by heart, and he urged Hercules beside him with an extremely exaggerated tone and rich facial expressions.
Faced with such a reckless person, Hercules' mouth twitched slightly, and his tense facial expression almost broke his defense. He suddenly lost the mood to intimidate this frivolous guy who approached him.
At this time, the yellow-haired man came closer like a snake climbing up a pole, and his two dishonest hands quietly touched Hercules' quiver.
"And the arrows in this pot of yours, are they the divine weapons given to you by the God King Zeus, which were used to shoot the monster bird in Lake Stymphalus? Let me feel them more!"
"Activate the divine pattern above and release those things. I can't save you..."
Hercules, who had been holding it in for a long time, couldn't help but frown and remind him.
The yellow-haired man who was holding the arrow close to his eyes, looking at it and touching it, and even sniffing it with his nose, suddenly changed his expression, hurriedly stuffed the thing back into the quiver, and forced a grateful smile.
"Dude, you saved my life! Come on, have another one!"
Then, the yellow-haired man diligently picked up the jar and filled Hercules' wine bowl in a very servile manner.
Looking at the several empty wine jars on the ground, Hercules was very suspicious of the yellow-haired man's motives.
Isn't this guy trying to find him to drink in various ways?
Hercules picked up the wine bowl, glanced at the thin yellow-haired man, and gave him kind advice.
"Thessaly is the front line against the old gods. It is very dangerous."
"Don't we still have you guys? I'll just be there to make up the numbers."
Huangmao admitted without hesitation that he was a weakling, then changed the subject and smiled brightly.
"It would be a waste if there were no audience to witness such a magnificent epic with its leading actors."
Then, Huangmao picked up the wine glass, waved to the heroes around him who were gradually becoming familiar with him, and joked with them.
"Come, let's drink to the bravest man in Greece!"
Everyone happily raised their glasses, saluted Hercules, and laughed and scolded the yellow-haired man.
"Jason, you are so devoted to Hercules, why don't you just turn into a woman and marry him!"
"Men can't do that? You are discriminating!"
The yellow-haired man glared and waved his fists in protest.
"Yes, yes, men can do it too!"
"It can be used even if it's not a human!"
The heroes burst into laughter and cheered happily.
Soon, the banquet became more and more lively. The heroes were no longer bound by their seats and origins. They looked for people they knew or had a good impression of, and chatted and drank with each other.
At this moment, the hall seemed to be injected with life as the blond young man walked around, and the whole hall came alive.
"His name is Jason?"
Loen looked at the yellow-haired girl who was moving among the heroes like a socialite and asked with interest.
Katniss nodded, looking disgusted.
"The son of Aeson, the former king of Iolcus, and the exiled cousin of the queen, he can be considered a distant relative of your majesty."
As a descendant of the god of war Ares, this fiery beauty from Thessaly has never been fond of weak and frivolous men.
Unfortunately, Jason had both.
As they were talking, a handsome yellow-haired guy who had been strolling around the hall happened to come in front of everyone and toasted them with a smile.
Loen smiled politely, raised his glass, and chatted briefly with this young man who was very popular among the male heroes present.
It has to be said that this down-and-out prince, who has lived outside and experienced the warmth and coldness of human nature, is very talented in making friends and supporting others.
Even though Loen communicated with him with a critical attitude, he was inadvertently amused by him several times.
But in front of female heroes like Atalanta, Helen, and Katniss, Jason's misguided masculine charm was seriously disliked.
Seeing that the atmosphere was a little dull, he was not annoyed and tactfully left.
But before leaving, the yellow-haired man actually gave Loen a thumbs up behind his back, with a hint of admiration and envy in his eyes, then patted him on the shoulder and spoke earnestly.
Brother, you are a little weak, be moderate...
Lorne touched the dark circles under his eyes, his face froze, and he raised his middle finger at Jason's departing back.
Fuck you, you are weak! Your whole family is weak!
(End of this chapter)
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