Having traversed countless realms, can you possibly be as clever as me?

Holding onto the Golden Fleece would mean offending Hera, while not being able to resist it would mean offending Zeus—a dead end!

Therefore, his plea to Tsurugi was actually an attempt to transfer this vow to him.

"Karl, this is my only request. I don't want to be reborn in Tartarus after death; I don't want to suffer eternal torment..."

Aeetes, his body hunched over, knelt on the ground, weeping bitterly. The son of the Titans, yet he felt fear and humility like a mortal.

"I promise you." Tsuruga sighed, looking at the humble appearance of this man who was both a father and a friend, and said softly.

“Aeetes, I will guard the Golden Fleece. I will swear an oath to Styx of the Styx that no one can take it from me. And I will take over your oath.”

Tsurugi made a vow, and even though he was an existence beyond fate, he could not break it the moment the vow was fulfilled.

He will protect the Golden Fleece, and no human being will be able to take it away from it!

If he breaks his oath, then he will—

Okay, actually, I'm afraid nothing will happen at all.

Who cares? In any case, Tsurugi has already offended the gods.

If they have the guts, they can retaliate against me. If they can't, that's another matter. If they do retaliate—I'll just blow them up!

And what value does this vow have for him? He's not afraid to pay off debts, nor is he afraid of being bitten by lice. Let it come.

Seeing that Tsurugi had taken over his vow, Aeetes breathed a long sigh of relief and smiled with satisfaction.

"Karl, I knew you were a magnanimous person!"

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"Then I have one last request, if, I mean if, you were to confront my father."

"Please teach him a lesson he won't hold back. Don't worry about me and Circe; we only feel hatred and hostility towards him!"

With that, Aeetes felt much better. He summoned a feast, ate and drank to his heart's content, and then, after a bout of drunkenness, fell into a deep sleep.

Dongjiang remained silent, simply finishing up the mess, but did not spread the news of his death.

He went straight to the Temple of Apollo, kicked aside the guards blocking his way, and barged inside.

"Insolence, Son of Titan!!!"

Apollo's priest glared angrily at the intruder, spreading his arms and roaring.

"This is Apollo's domain, the most sacred temple of the gods, how dare you—"

"I don't care who's behind you, bring him to see me." Dongjiang grabbed the priest by the throat, watching him struggle and writhe, and said coldly.

"I just want to ask him one question: should he bring the plague back or not?"

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742. Hermes had both legs broken by the butler (Bonus chapter, please donate!)

Looking at the priest who was gradually suffocating in his hands, Tsurugi's eyes were devoid of any emotion.

The last time he did this was when Tsurugi was eighteen.

On the day he came of age, he entered the temple of Apollo as was customary to listen to divine pronouncements. He then felt a radiant divine power, and the high priest in front of him began to touch him inappropriately.

Oh, don't get me wrong, this high priest in front of me is quite something.

Long, wavy hair—she meets all three criteria, making her a mature beauty.

Although it was indeed in Dongjiang's strike zone, it still declined to comment – ​​because who knows what kind of deity was behind it?

So he beat the priest up and left, and now, two years later, he's back.

But this time he is destined to be even more brutal and direct than before.

After all, last time he did consider the safety of the Colkis and showed leniency to all his men, but he doesn't need to do that now.

They've already unleashed the plague, what else is there to consider?

Just as Dongjiang was about to strangle the priest, a gust of wind blew from behind him.

"Oh, oh, oh, relax, buddy, let's let this poor girl go."

Tsurugi tossed aside the priestess she was holding, turned around, and looked at the man behind her.

The man—no, it should be said, a teenager—wore a steel helmet with wings and shoes with tiny wings on his feet. He held a scepter adorned with two intertwined snakes and looked at him with a mocking smile.

Hermes, messenger of the gods

“Don’t look at me like that, brother. I didn’t unleash the plague; it was an order from my terrible queen. In any case, I was merely forced to act…”

After Hermes spoke at an extremely fast pace, Tsugumi said directly...

"So, can you take back the plague?"

"I'm afraid—it's impossible." Hermes spread his hands helplessly.

"These people are indeed pitiful, but I dare not disobey the Queen's orders. Besides, I have already tried my best to show mercy. Moreover, this was indeed caused by you. As long as you are willing to kneel before Hera and pledge your loyalty to her, none of this will be a problem. Take my advice, brother: a moment of patience will bring peace..."

call out!

Tsugumi raised an eyebrow as she watched her fist miss, while Hermes, who had dodged the attack, widened his eyes in anger.

"Wow! You actually attacked me? I'm a member of Olympus, after all!"

In the next instant, Tsugumi felt as if she had suffered countless blows.

However, the problem is not big.

When he saw Hermes, the cunning messenger of the gods was already blowing on his hand repeatedly, looking at Tsurugi with great surprise.

"How can your body be so hard? Are you really the son of the Titans?!"

As Tsuruga predicted, although Hermes was one of the twelve Olympian gods, there were differences between the gods, and Hermes was undoubtedly the one at the bottom!

As the second youngest of the twelve Olympian gods, Hermes' mother was Maia, the daughter of Atlas, which meant he was inherently inferior to the other gods.

But that's not the biggest problem; Dionysus's origins weren't necessarily much better. The key issue is that Hermes's divine position was highly questionable.

He and Ares were almost the two extremes of Olympus.

Ares is the god of war, a pure god of war, and he has virtually no other divine duties besides war. Even when it comes to war, he only cares about fighting, and doesn't care about any other fancy tactics.

Because of this, he was rejected by the faith of mortals, but even so, the power that his simple divine office brought him was still considerable.

He may be a stepping stone, but among the twelve Olympian gods, only Zeus, Hera, Athena, Aphrodite, and Poseidon truly surpass him... He's at least a median, isn't he?

But Hermes' situation was quite awkward.

This messenger was arguably the most versatile of the Olympian gods—he began as Zeus's messenger, then became the protector of travelers, doctors, thieves, and merchants, as well as the god of eloquence.

Later he also acquired the divine powers of movement, roads and abundance, and deception, but without exception, none of them could be used for fighting.

These complex religious duties earned him a great deal of faith in the mortal realm, but in terms of combat power, he was utterly pathetic.

The world of Greek mythology is actually somewhat similar to Journey to the West, where combat power and authority must be considered separately—and Hermes is far from perfect in both aspects!

However, it's not like he's completely useless; Hermes is actually a character who develops late in the game.

After accumulating numerous fundamental beliefs and venturing into the realm of magic, Hermeticism later became a sect that emphasized personal spiritual development and awakening, seeking insight and wisdom through learning, practice, and dialogue with the deep soul and divinity.

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He later merged with the Egyptian god of wisdom, Thoth, and acquired the rather over-the-top identity of 'Hermes the Triple Great'.

Of course, all that is outside of Greek mythology; within Greek mythology, he's just a junior member.

Hermes once again activated his boots, entering the realm of speed, but this time, as he passed by the Thrush River—

He was horrified to see that Tsurugi slowly turned around and looked at him.

In that moment of terror, Hermes didn't notice Tsurugi's movements, and slipped and fell to the ground.

He dared not linger any longer; without speed, Hermes knew just how pathetic his fighting ability truly was.

"Don't be so fierce, brother. I was just following the Queen's orders..."

Hermes dashed out of the temple in a flash, not forgetting to grin as he left.

"His legs were broken by the butler," Tsugumi suddenly said.

Hermes paused for a moment, and then a dignified figure suddenly appeared beside him, smiling as he lifted a chair.

Hermes: Huh? Aunt Hestia? What does that mean?

Then, the next second, his leg was struck hard, accompanied by a scream like Tom the cat, and he fell to the ground.

Tsurugi immediately went over and pulled off Hermes' shoe, while Hermes, clutching his broken leg, stared at Tsurugi in disbelief.

"What is that? Magic? Witchcraft? Divine power?! Why do I feel like I'm seeing my aunt?"

"...Would you believe me if I said I didn't know either?" Tsugumi's expression was also quite strange.

To be honest, he just blurted it out on a whim, who knew that the butler he found would actually work so well.

He even broke Hermes' legs, ouch~~~~~ The butler's power is unfathomable!

But thinking about it carefully, Asmodeus's leg was also broken by this steward, so isn't it reasonable for Hermes's leg to be broken as well?

"Hey, calm down, bro. You're not trying to kill me, are you? I was really just following orders, and I've already gone easy on you." Hermes, pale-faced, stared at Tsurugi's face hidden in the shadows, and said in fear.

"Don't worry, I won't kill you." Tsurugi, having bound Hermes, grinned.

"But you are my bargaining chip in negotiations with Olympus, so I can't just let you go."

He truly did not intend to kill Hermes, not out of cowardice, but simply because he did not want to.

Hermes was indeed one of the few gods on that mountain who resembled a human. Although his divine duties seemed chaotic, he was also very close to being the protector of the weak.

And the plague he unleashed in Colchis was indeed merciful; at most, those who fell ill would only have feverish pupae on their bedsides. If he had truly gone all out, Colchis would certainly not have been without a single dead person when Dongjiang arrived.

Of course, if it drags on, people will still die. But in any case, we have to hold onto this bargaining chip.

After all, Hermes was quite popular in Olympus. He was not only Apollo's good brother, but also deeply loved by Zeus, and even Hera treated him kindly.

He had helped me out in a small way in my past life, so this is how I repay that favor.

He helped Hermes tie his legs, then pulled him to the foot of the temple, patted him on the shoulder, and laughed.

"I think you know what I want you to say."

"Oh dear, I've really lost face." Hermes sighed, sniffed, and then took a deep breath—