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"Your Theseus, as you instructed, I have contacted all my colleagues. The navy is approaching Icarus Port and will be fully assembled by dawn. We will be at your command at any time!"

"Me too, two legions of hoplites have already assembled at the Acropolis of Athens to deal with any unforeseen circumstances..."

At this moment, two elderly men with white hair and beards, and muscular bodies, were reporting to Samael on the situation of the army and navy. One was beaming with excitement, looking at the council hall with a gloating gaze; the other was quiet and composed, like a silent pine tree in the mountains.

The two men before him were, one was Themistocles, the naval commander who won the Battle of Salamis and was later exiled, the same man Scathach had harbored; the other was Miltiades, the famous general who organized tens of thousands of Athenian Heavy Infantry, commanded the Battle of Marathon, and defeated the Persian army. Compared to Scáthach, Miltiades was more adept at concealing his talents and conducting himself properly.

Therefore, although he was sidelined by Mount of Ares after his great victory, he did not fare as badly as Themistocles, who was unpopular and had a bad temper.

Currently, these two are Athens's two most formidable forces, one on land and one on the sea. However, due to being Mount of Ares and falling into a deep abyss, they were able to be reinstated and given important positions after the return of the holy King Samael. Therefore, after verifying the identity of His Majesty Theseus, the two became loyal supporters of the New King.

Compared to a certain troublesome naval general, the calm and gentle army commander Miltiades was more to Samael's liking, and therefore more important tasks were entrusted to him for coordination and handling.

"How are the supplies and medicines being prepared?"

"The situation is not stable, and it is not easy to coordinate at night. It will take some time, and it is estimated that it will take at least a day to gather enough supplies."

"Hmm, that's within the plan. What about the Athenian Academy?"

"Archimedes, Pythagoras, Heraclitus, and Socrates and Plato have all agreed to serve in the army. They are currently actively contacting Magecraft and scholars who have been dismissed from Mount of Ares."

"Very good!"

"..."

After asking a few questions, Samael glanced at the army commander who answered fluently and nodded in satisfaction.

"I have dispatched the remaining Pegasus Knights from Mount of Ares to various city-states along the route to deliver the order for the army to assemble. The integration of the army before boarding the ships will be your responsibility."

"Yes, Your Theseus!"

The army commander pounded his chest with his fist, nodded solemnly, and remained calm and composed.

Seeing the holy King chatting enthusiastically with the army commander next to him, Admiral Themistocles frowned and poured cold water on the conversation.

"Your Majesty, the Athenian fleet has just experienced a major battle and suffered some losses. If we were to gather too many land troops, we might not be able to handle the transportation pressure."

"Warrior King Sigurd and his Viking Warships will be mobilized."

"However, carrying too many land troops not only makes it difficult to conceal our position, but also affects the maneuverability of our ships. If we encounter the Persians, it may be disadvantageous in naval battles. Moreover, in terms of fleet size and scale, we are still far inferior to the Persians, unless the Egyptian fleet can be in place to cooperate with us in besieging Persia."

"The Egyptians' attitude is currently ambiguous; they can be used, but not relied upon. Expecting them to fight to the death is unlikely..."

As Samael pondered, his five fingers rhythmically tapped the table. When the sound stopped abruptly, the ancient snake's eyes narrowed slightly, its gaze flickering.

"We can't count on the Egyptians, but we can consider another backup... Themistocles, take my decree and go to Ithaca Island tonight!"

"Ithaca Island? You wouldn't be looking for... wait, isn't it said that he died on the Sea of Okeanos after the Trojan War?"

Upon hearing this, Admiral Themistocles was initially taken aback, then his face showed astonishment and confusion.

"The Cyclops's pursuit, Poseidon, God of the Sea's curse, Calypso's seduction, the Siren's Song, Scylla's strait, and Helios's wrath—these troubles that would leave ordinary people utterly defeated—couldn't do anything to him. This old guy is tough!"

Samael sneered, raised the corners of his lips, and began to complain.

Then, the ancient serpent gazed at the turbulent sea and asked indifferently.

"You reminded me that, for some reason, the intensity of the war seems to have escalated. We'll probably have to deal with it in a different way than a conventional naval battle. Just in case, we need to find someone with strategic skills. So, if he's still alive, you can be his deputy. No objections?"

"You're joking. If he were willing to step forward, breaking through the Persian blockade would be a piece of cake. After all, he's Odysseus, the strategist who won the Trojan War for the Three Goddesses in the battle of the gods!"

Even the proud Themistocles had to lower his head with a wry smile to show his submission, and he couldn't help but ask the question that had been bothering him.

"But since that lord is still alive, why doesn't he return to Mount of Ares?"

"Why? It's all to protect Athens, to prevent those idiots in the council from ruining all of Greece!"

Samael chuckled in response, then glanced at the two bewildered old faces below and murmured to himself.

"Thank you, Goddess. In addition to the two major internal control mechanisms, Mount of Ares and the Athenian Academy, they have also left two layers of protection outside."

The goddess gave the order? Then it makes sense why Odysseus left Mount of Ares and faked his death to go into seclusion.

The army commander pondered for a moment, then suddenly realized something, but a new question arose in his mind in an instant.

Double insurance?

One was the strategist Odysseus, so who was the other?

"Alright, let's get to work. We only have one day to prepare!"

, the holy king on the steps did not explain his meaning, and dismissed the two generals who were doubtful.

After seeing the two off, the ancient serpent stretched its limbs slightly, its arms outstretched. It glanced at a stone slab with slight signs of wear and tear, and curiously wiped away the divine runes to open it.

Athena, you brat...

The ancient snake looked at the bag of well-preserved salted olives in its hand, and was somewhat amused and exasperated.

Hiding snacks in a workspace? You're something else...

Confiscated!

Samael, inwardly grumbling, picked up a green, glistening rice ball, flicked it into his mouth, leaned against the wall, closed his eyes, and chewed. His depressed mood improved considerably.

Immediately afterward, the man retaliated by devouring his adopted daughter's snacks, then opened his eyes to the mountain of documents piled on the table, and couldn't help but feel a surge of urgency.

You brat, all you do is mess things up for me. How can you be so unreliable?

As for why I say that...

Ah, when the problems with the civil politics and deliberation system first became apparent, with Athena's wisdom, could she have imagined how rotten it would become without checks and balances and oversight?

Moreover, the Mount of Ares Holy Serpent, along with the two layers of protection outside, all seem to be left to target this bunch of useless idiots in the council hall. This is to wait for someone to come back and clean up the mess.

All signs indicate that these arrangements are waiting for the right person, either him or the return of the Three Goddesses.

The more chaos erupts in the council chambers, the more public resentment accumulates, the easier it will be for them to clean up the mess, the more prestige they will gain from the higher-ups, and the easier it will be for them to unite the Greek states and consolidate their authority.

To use an analogy, the Three Goddesses are like the abdicated and retiring Emperor Qianlong, while the greedy fools in the council chamber are like Heshen and waiting to be slaughtered; he is like the Jiajing taking over...

Wait, that's not right! If we calculate it that way, wouldn't he become that damned Athena's slut again?

Samael twitched his lips, quickly stopping himself from lowering his seniority, and walked towards the main hall while chewing on the bag of salted olives.

Now that this problem is solved, it's time to go check out the other side.