Do You Teach Me, or Do I Teach You?

Of course, Rovi knew Chiron.

After all, this person was quite famous in the later period.

So he wasn't at all surprised that Xisuthrus would mention this name, and with the recommendation of such a well-known figure from 'native' Greece, finding that ' Mentor of Heroes ' should be much easier.

"Chiron lived in the Arcadia region, where there was a cave called Piliwen, which was where Chiron lived in seclusion."

"Take the letter I wrote with you and go there; you should be able to find the sage there—I believe the Esteemed Sage sees the sage will be pleased."

Seeing that Rovi was clearly interested, Xisuthrus immediately wrote a letter and handed it to Rovi.

"Then, the guide will be here." Xisuthrus smiled, stroked his beard, and said, "May your journey be smooth."

"Goodbye." Rovi waved his hand.

"Teacher Chiron, I feel I can now wield the martial arts you taught me yesterday with proficiency." A light, powerful voice echoed through the spacious cavern of Arcadia and Peleon Cave.

Although it's called a cave, the Peleon Cave is actually a large and comfortable dwelling. It can't compare to the palaces of royalty and nobility, but it has all the necessities for daily life. The dry grass on the ground gives it the comfort of walking on a soft carpet.

Chiron sat in the cave, watching the tall figure speaking to him.

"Heracles, you are the son of King of Gods Zeus. You have the blood of the gods in your veins, and your talent is the best I have ever seen—your name may one day become the code name for the most outstanding hero." He did not hold back his praise.

"You flatter me, teacher." The young man touched his nose, somewhat embarrassed, but his strong face, which matched his muscular physique, showed a hint of barely suppressed joy.

"Alright, go and rest for a bit. Oh, and remember not to get into any conflicts with those people outside the mountains. They're my kin, after all." Chiron instructed, "Your personality is still too impulsive, and your blood is easily out of control. You'll need to train yourself more in the future."

"Don't worry, teacher, I'll only scare them away, I'll never hurt them." Heracles nodded, then turned and walked out of the cave.

Chiron watched the tall figure disappear into the distance, a thoughtful look flashing in his eyes.

He swayed as he got up—centaur were a race of half-human, half-horse, but as the Mentor of Heroes, Chiron had long since learned how to hide his half-body, so that unless in battle, Chiron lived as a normal person.

In appearance, he was nothing more than a man with long, flowing brown hair.

He strode out of the cave, facing the setting sun, and exhaled softly.

"Heracles... I hope your journey will truly be smooth sailing!" Chiron was filled with worry for his student's future.

The son of Zeus, born extraordinary.

But the coming of this calamity will inevitably bring many disasters.

It was at this moment that the ground suddenly trembled, and the trees and forests shook violently with a rustling sound.

Countless birds and beasts scattered and fled, creating a chaotic commotion.

Chiron glanced sideways and frowned.

What have those guys done to provoke us this time?

He had a bit of a headache.

Although both are centaurs, Chiron is different from his fellow centaurs who live outside the mountains. Chiron, gentle, patient, and versatile. In reality, the centaur race is known for its ferocity, savagery, debauchery, and lust. They live in the forest and often rob passersby like bandits, causing all sorts of trouble.

The violent shaking of the ground now is probably due to this.

"The clouds and mist have sealed off the mountains and forests. Those guys, could they have angered some demigod again...?" After thinking about it, Chiron felt that he still couldn't just sit idly by.

Just as he had warned Heracles beforehand—after all, those centaurs were his own kind.

He twisted his joints, and his shadow in the setting sun lengthened in an instant. His legs disappeared, replaced by the limbs of a horse. In a moment of leaping, the Mentor of Heroes sped away from the mountains, disappearing into the mist illuminated by the setting sun.

The mist did not appear out of nowhere. Most of the mythical creatures in Greek mythology are related to gods, and the centaurs are descendants of Nephele, the mist nymph, and are born with the mysterious ability to manipulate wind, rain, and mist.

Generally speaking, centaurs prefer straightforward close-quarters combat, and they are all excellent fighting masters. Unless absolutely necessary, they will not reveal the mysteries of the gods.

However, in other words, this was also their last and strongest move.

Chiron was extremely anxious.

He didn't want anyone to get hurt, or even die, from this...

Boom, boom, boom!

Amidst the swirling mist, streaks of lightning fell, unleashing a torrential downpour.

The centaur mentor finally arrived nearby, and then he froze for a moment.

What's going on here?

In the woods outside the mountains, where the drizzle fell, the earth became muddy and took on a deeper hue. Countless figures lay there, their heads buried in the mud, leaving only their horse rumps visible, twitching towards the sky.

Clearly, the battle is over.

It was only a brief moment, or even a fleeting instant.

Chiron's expression was grave.

At that moment, a voice rang out from the depths of the mist. "Finally, someone has arrived... This bunch of bastard centaurs really gave me a hard time."

The figures gradually thickened and gathered, until finally a young person—or rather, a small person—draped in a linen robe was revealed.

In the mist, sleeves fluttered.

He was like a god descending with wind and rain, yet untouched by earthly dew, possessing a sacred purity.

The man spoke up, "So you are Chiron, the ' Mentor of Heroes '?"

Of course, it was Rovi who arrived without stopping after parting ways with Xisuthrus.

Although the distance was far, once they learned of Fang Bi, it would only take half a day to arrive.

However, he was inexplicably attacked by a group of centaurs as soon as he arrived.

"A bunch of filthy creatures lying in the gutter dared to presume to attack me. Fortunately, I still have some means of self-defense..." Rovi clapped his hands and approached. "This is a letter of introduction that Xisuthrus asked me to bring you."

"My name is Rovi. Look, could I become a hero?"

Chiron did not reply, nor did he go to receive the letter.

for...

"What did you just say your name was?" He widened his eyes slightly.

"Rovi? The Uruk Sage, Rovi?"

The words of this symbol, the name of this.

There can be no mistake.

Thump.

Chiron knelt on one knee. "Please teach me the wisdom that transcends the mortal realm!"

"It was from a clay tablet you left behind that I learned the courage to change, which enabled me to grow to such a level!"

Rovi: "?"

The centaur hero spoke solemnly, his face serious.

But Rovi was completely bewildered.

etc.

Isn't there something wrong with this development process?

Rovi stared wide-eyed at the letter in his hand.

Who taught whom this?

' Xisuthrus — Ziusudra, you tricked me!'

"I told you, Chiron will be very happy." In a certain place, amidst the swaying weeds, Xisuthrus paused, looked into the distance, and chuckled, "I didn't lie to you."

"Chiron is certainly very happy, isn't he?"

"You just gave me the middle finger, did you really think I didn't know what it meant?" The old man smiled.