The Greece Antagonist

Great Temple, in the council hall.

Noticing Hera's resentful little gaze coming his way, Luo En smiled soothingly.

"We've just assembled everyone, why the rush to leave?"

"Yes, indeed, it's rare for us to gather for a family banquet, and we as elders want to take this opportunity to get closer to you," Prometheus said with a smile, though his burly, strong right hand was firmly placed on Hermes's shoulder.

On the other side, Atlas's body also moved closer, squeezing out a warm smile for Hermes, his grandson.

But, paired with that fierce and intimidating face, the atmosphere somehow became quite sinister.

Hermes, looking at his two muscular Titan kin sitting to his left and right, enclosing him like stuffing in a dumpling, bemoaned his fate internally.

Well, that settles it, there's indeed no such thing as a good banquet.

Moreover, there were likely even bigger pitfalls awaiting him ahead.

At the moment, Prometheus, along with Atlas, was beaming, starting to urge him to drink more.

"I've heard that you've been much protective of your grandfather recently; we brothers should officially thank you since we were released from our divine punishments. Come, let's use this chance to drink a few more," they insisted.

Hermes knew he couldn't escape and could only grimace as he drank heartily with his two Titan kin.

Witnessing the happy family scene across from them, Luo En and Athena, who were responsible for organizing this banquet, could not help but reveal contented smiles.

The reason for Prometheus's resurrection hardly needed to be mentioned.

Luo En, not sparing his divine power or divine blood, had prepared a secret ceremony for the resurrection of flesh for fifty Argo heroes before the war; for such an important ally as Prometheus, it was natural that he would not leave him without an escape route.

That night's conspiracy included the divine wine in the Holy Grail, which was his final assurance for Prometheus.

However, resurrecting a Titan was way more difficult than reviving the souls of the Argo Expeditionary Army.

Hence, although Prometheus had preserved his divine soul in self-immolation, he couldn't make it for the final stages of the battle of the giants and only truly completed the resurrection ritual more than a month after the war.

Atlas, The Atlas Titan, owed his survival after the war to his good brother, Prometheus.

Considering the self-sacrifice shown by this seer, Hercules did not deal a death blow during the battle at the Titan Temple against Atlas, but only severely wounded The Atlas Titan.

Once the war was over, the unconscious Atlas was taken into custody on the War God Mountain.

After various intercessions and weighing the pros and cons, Luo En and Athena ultimately decided to spare Atlas's life, allowing him to join the forces on War God Mountain.

After all, apart from not being very clever and a tad too belligerent, The Atlas Titan was not guilty of any serious misdeeds, making him an ideal enforcer and bodyguard.

And the supervisor for Atlas after his submission was naturally the resurrected Prometheus.

In this way, the War God Mountain effectively did the seer a huge favor in advance, enough to compensate for his sacrifice during the battle of the giants.

In the end, the two brothers, along with some unblemished Titan remnants, joined the War God Mountain heartily, becoming another covert armed force for Athens after Mother of Serpents and Typhon's Offspring.

Right now, under the warmth and hospitality of his grandfather and grand-uncle, Hermes, who had drunk over a hundred jars of fine wine, quickly went from slightly tipsy to completely drunk.

As the world around him began to spin, the god of commerce and travel quickly bit his tongue to suppress the surging intoxication, gesturing with a slurred voice for mercy:

"I can't, I really can't, go ahead and drink without me, I need to use the restroom."

But before he could rise, Luo En spoke kindly and considerately:

"You're not too familiar with War God Mountain, be careful not to lose your way, let Prometheus and Atlas accompany you. If you can't drink anymore, there's no need to force yourself, we've plenty of empty rooms here, just stay on the mountain for a few days."

Hearing such thoughtful arrangements, Hermes had on an expression uglier than crying, and sandwiched between the two muscular Titans, he went straight to the lodging rooms, evidently having completely given up resistance.

For indeed, he estimated that he couldn't get off this 'pirate ship' and could only follow War God Mountain down its dark path.

Back in the council hall, Athena watched Prometheus and Atlas take Hermes to the guest room, then turned her head to the leisurely wine-sipping Luo En, and asked playfully:

"With the navigator for our voyage secured, what's next?"

"We're still missing a ship and a captain," Luo En replied with a smile, the scarlet wine in his cup glittered with a mesmerizing sheen.

Seeing his expression, Athena's eyes showed a hint of curiosity: "So, do you have a candidate?"

Luo En just smiled without answering, asking seemingly off-handedly instead: "I've heard our Argo hero, Jason, returned to his homeland Iolcus after the war, seeking to reclaim the throne from his uncle Peli As but faced obstacles?"

"Indeed," Athena replied with a nod and a smile, "Although the boy has the glory of the Argo Expedition and has built quite a network among the Divine Blood Heroes, getting Peli As, a man with a strong desire for power, to step down willingly is naturally impossible. So, Peli As presented him with a challenge: he needs to complete an epic adventure and bring back the Golden Fleece from Kolcisi City to qualify for the throne. But that boy, having neither money nor influence in Iolcus City, can't even secure a ship for the voyage, and is probably worried sick about it now."