The Greece Antagonist

On the way to the Royal Palace of Thessaly, Cerberus, who rarely had the chance to leave his post guarding the gates of the Netherworld, gradually revealed his playful nature. "Woof! Woof!" No sooner had the three-headed dog of Hell, disguised as a large hunting dog, entered the city than he began excitedly growling, dashing around the streets and alleys with his keeper and brother-in-law, now and then standing in front of meat stalls wagging his tail for some bones, chasing the chickens and ducks of the Thessaly people until they scattered in panic, and at times fighting with the canines in the town for territory and mating rights... In just half an hour, Luo En followed and compensated for the losses of more than a dozen property owners, his face gradually turning so dark it seemed ink could drip from it. "Bang!" Finally, the fed-up keeper lifted his palm and smacked the frolicking trio of dog heads into a slight concussion, then pried open its jaws and poured a jar of Ambrosial Honey Wine into the mouth of each head. Cerberus, who had the potential of a Husky, then quieted down completely and lay on the ground, fast asleep. Afterward, Luo En tossed the dog leash to Hercules, who was following behind and suffering, "Take this fellow to Cainis's house for me. I'll go ahead; we'll meet at the palace." Though he could do the dog-sending task himself, he needed a witness to imply his absence, in order to clear himself of the affair he had with Hera that night, didn't he? Hercules, completely unaware that he had become an accessory to providing false testimony, willingly took on the task. With his exceptional strength, he grabbed the scruff of Cerberus's neck and hoisted the gluttonous, drunkard, and playful hound from Hell onto his shoulder, and sprinted toward Cainis's cottage. Luo En, having finished walking the dog, casually entered the Royal Palace of Thessaly and smoothly made his way to the bedroom door of King Admetos. Just as he was about to knock, a familiar voice came from inside the room. "Telamon, what is your opinion of that War God Mountain's Shepherd of the Temporal World?" Inside, King Admetos was half-reclining on the bed, reviewing some backlogged documents and records, and seemed to ask casually about his opinion to his friend at the bedside. "It's hard to imagine that Hestia's kindness, Athena's wisdom, Hermes's cunning, and the bravery and passion of Zeus could all be found in one Chief God. If there is another Chief God capable of saving Thessaly and leading us to victory in the battle against the giants, besides that Father God, it is probably him..." With a sense of awe, Telamon expressed his high regard for the new Chief God. "Even if he is the God of Wine who killed your brother?" Admetos put down the document in his hand, which recorded the entire feast, and gazed at his friend. "Peleus?" After a long silence, Telamon sighed deeply, "Those whom the Father God truly wishes to protect cannot be killed by others; those he wishes to kill cannot be saved by others..." Using Peleus to force the Nymph Tethys to comply was mainly to coerce the Sea God Poseidon into action and take the opportunity to strike a blow to the power of the sea deities. According to the Father God's cautious and suspicious nature, he was probably observing the situation in secret. Peleus's danger would have been impossible for the Father God not to know about. Yet he did not intervene, watching indifferently as the three Hundred-Handed Giants casually killed Peleus, his own grandson—as if witnessing a mortal swatting a buzzing fly by their side. Clearly, it was not that the Father God lacked the power to save Peleus, but that he had no intention of doing so. Because he lacked a reason to escalate the situation and hold the Sea God Temple accountable. And Peleus was that "reason." Thinking this, Telamon's unremarkable face revealed a bitter smile, and his eyes showed deep resignation. "I've long advised him not to get too close to that Father God, nor to accept the gods' unearned favors, thinking he could ascend to heaven in one step. Because a pawn who cannot see their own status may very well end up being sacrificed..." "Like, us?" Admetos pointed at himself and his friend with a self-deprecating smile. Telamon was momentarily stunned, then laughed along. "You're right, we indeed failed to appreciate the situation, even though the Father God had promised: if we give up Thessaly, he would grant us divinity, letting us have eternal life after death." "So, you rejected it as well?" "Aside from other factors, Peleus's bones are still floating in the Sea of Okeanos. Even if the Father God is willing to give, do I dare to trust him?" Admetos looked seriously at his friend, "What about revenge?" "Against whom? That God of Wine? The three Hundred-Handed Giants? Or that one from Olympus?" Telamon retorted with a sneer, then paused and spoke helplessly. "None of these is an opponent I can handle; surely you wouldn't expect me to seek death over the path Peleus chose for himself? Moreover, it's still questionable whether we and Thessaly can withstand this disaster. Instead of considering those trifles, we'd better worry more about ourselves. After all, compared to Peleus, we seem to be even more pitiable." Upon hearing his friend's candid self-mockery, Admetos breathed a sigh of relief and a reassured smile appeared on his face. "I'm glad you think that way." "I understand what you mean, and please rest assured: I will not harbor hatred towards that God of Wine out of personal grudge or seek an opportunity for revenge," With solemn assurance to his monarch, Telamon's eyes revealed the wisdom he had gained from his experiences in the mortal world.