Jason, you must rember: in this world, there aren't that many "hero saves the beauty" scenarios waiting for you to stumble into.
Moreover, the more beautiful a woman is in Greece, the more trouble she represents. One day, you might suddenly find your getting cheated!
Therefore, whenever you encounter one, you must distance yourself as quickly as possible!
Jason, you must rember: there aren't that many chances to play the righteous knight-errant for you to take on.
Moreover, right now you can barely take care of your own affairs, so never go looking for extra trouble. This world will absolutely not stop turning just because it lacks a hero like you!
Jason, you must rember: the favor and doting of the gods are things only the "protagonist" is fated to enjoy.
Don't think that just because you're a transmigrator, you're invincible in this era!
Life is long. In this Greece filled with dangers at every turn, where trash gods walk the earth and monsters rule the land, you might inexplicably die one random day.
So whenever you go out, you must behave properly, never cause trouble, turn a deaf ear to everything outside your own business, hide if you can hide, run if you can run.
After all, staying alive is the hard truth!
"Mm… perfect!"
Jason silently recited the "maxims" he had created for himself while riding a fine steed, holding a map, and hurrying toward the Caucasus Mountains.
It was nearing dusk. Hidden in the shadows, he watched a village caravan not far ahead in the forest that appeared to have been attacked and robbed by bandits.
Jason imdiately mounted his horse without hesitation, slapped the flanks of his steed, and prepared to leave this place of trouble!
But who could have imagined that this horse, personally chosen for him by Chiron and usually extrely obedient, would completely ignore its master's will at this mont?
After neighing a few tis, it charged straight in with Jason on its back!
"Stop, stop, stop! Brother Horse, Brother Horse, stop!"
Jason, who never expected to be betrayed by a horse, stared in stunned disbelief as he found himself already charging into the middle of the fray.
"Um…" Sitting atop his horse, Jason scratched his head and looked at the vicious, aty-faced bandits who were staring blankly at him. He spoke weakly, "You guys… could you pretend you never saw ?"
"Where did this little brat co from? You haven't even grown hair yet and you already want to play hero?!" one of the bandits shouted.
"I'm not! I didn't! Don't talk nonsense! I just want to leave! I don't want to get involved!" Jason replied while continuously slapping his horse to make it run.
But the horse did not budge an inch!
"Get him! Chop him up!"
"Yeah, get him! Chop him up!"
"Chop him! Chop him!"
For so unknown reason, the mont these bandits saw Jason appear, they acted as if they had been injected with chicken blood and charged toward him while shouting wildly.
Seeing this, Jason knew he could no longer avoid it. With no other choice, he drew the treasured sword that his senior brother leager had gifted him when he left and charged forward!
In that instant, Jason's expression changed. The earlier feeling of simply wanting to leave quickly and avoid trouble vanished completely.
One of the maxims Jason had made up for himself: if you encounter trouble that you truly cannot escape no matter what, resolve it as quickly as possible! Against enemies, never show rcy. It is best to scatter even their ashes!
Therefore, since he could no longer run, he would just settle everything here… Jason thought to himself.
Jason knew so swordsmanship, though it was not taught by Chiron; he had known it from the beginning, since he had once been a prince and naturally learned such things.
In the current Age of Gods in Greece, it was an era that revered martial prowess.
However, with just this level of skill, he naturally could not take on all these bandits alone. But who told him to have cheats? His current body was impervious to blades and spears.
Thus, after so ti had passed, the image frozen in the eyes of the survivors was that of a young, heroic boy bathed in blood from head to toe, his clothes hacked to tatters, leaning against a large tree and vomiting after the final monts of battle.
It had not been long since Jason left leager. Although he had encountered so fools who did not know better along the way, there had been no need for Jason to lift a finger; leager had taken care of everything.
As for the bandits, including those who tried to flee, he had chased them all down and killed every last one!
Cough cough "Thank you, hero, for saving us. The sky has already grown dark. If the hero does not mind, our village is not far from here. Why not accompany us back and rest for a while?"
Soon, a silver-haired old woman who seed to have so authority in the caravan ca forward and extended an invitation to Jason.
"No need, no need!"
Jason waved his hand and tried to lead his horse away.
He had the look of soone who would brush the dust from his clothes and depart, hiding both his body and his na.
But unfortunately, he failed once again, because he discovered that Brother Horse still had no intention of letting him off. No matter how hard he pulled, he could not move it.
He looked helplessly at Brother Horse, and the steed looked back at him with an innocent expression.
Because Brother Horse really did not want this either…
Damn it!
I've run into a ghost! …No, more likely I've run into a god!
No matter how hard Jason pulled, he could not move the horse even half a step. How could he not notice the abnormality?
His horse was not so divine beast; it was just an ordinary steed.
With no other choice, he could only accept the old woman's request and accompany the caravan. After spending about half an hour, they arrived at a village.
Once inside the village, Jason naturally refused all rewards and thanks.
"Mm… then how about this? I see that the hero's clothes have beco so tattered, and this old woman happens to be skilled at weaving garnts. Why not rest in my humble hut tonight, hero? I will stay up all night and tailor a set of clothes just for you."
Although Jason felt that everything was far too coincidental and wanted to resist, in the end he still entered the thatched hut.
After washing up, Jason originally planned to stay awake all night to avoid any accidents.
But for so reason, not long after, his eyelids began fighting furiously to close. Just as he was struggling against it…
"Sleep."
A pleasant female voice suddenly rang in his mind.
I knew it, sothing was wrong! Damn it!
Jason shouted this in his heart, then his eyes closed and he collapsed.
The mont he fell, the door to the room was pushed open, and the silver-haired old woman who had kept him there walked in.
After she approached Jason, the silver-haired old woman vanished. In the dim light of the moon outside the window and the oil lamp inside, she transford into a breathtaking beauty with waist-length silver hair and a pure white long dress.
"You little rascal…"
The woman, blinking her golden eyes that represented absolute wisdom, reached out her fair hand to pinch Jason's cheek and said, "Really… along the way I prepared no fewer than a dozen scripts for you, wanting you to walk in on your own, but in the end I still had to personally invite you in to finish it!"
Not long after her voice fell, a Underworld butterfly materialized from Jason's body and, under the moonlight, transford into Hecate wearing a black long dress with black hair and crimson eyes.
Hecate looked at the silver-haired, golden-eyed goddess before her and said, "But I saw that you were having quite a lot of fun along the way… Athena."
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