"Sun God, I am merely a condemned man. There was no need for you to come in person."
The middle-aged man speaking had a bearded face, weathered and worn eyes, and wore plain coarse linen. Unkempt and utterly ordinary, he looked nothing remarkable.
If not for the fact that his name was Prometheus, that haggard face of his, like someone constantly pulling all-nighters and working overtime, would only bring to mind some miserable tech worker on the client side.
Of course, he might also have been a webnovel writer.
"If it were anyone else, I definitely wouldn't have made a special trip back to the Sanctuary. It isn't safe outside. You could be walking along and suddenly get ambushed by a Demon Emperor hiding in the grass."
Russell clasped Prometheus's hand and said sincerely, "But the name Prometheus is different. Even if I had to risk my life against an ambush by a Demon Emperor, a Demon Master, and the four Demon Gods, I would still consider it worthwhile."
Prometheus: "..."
The pressure suddenly became immense. It felt like he owed Russell his life!
"Great one, there is no need for modesty. Back when I was studying under Brother Hephaestus, I once said that you were the god I respected most. Whether in breadth of mind, bearing, or personal charisma, you have always been the goal I strive toward in life."
Russell smiled awkwardly. "To my shame, although I took you as my goal, my aptitude is limited. In every aspect, I have only managed to learn thirty or forty percent of it—not even half."
Beside them, Chiron's mouth twisted and his eyes rolled. His face and neck turned red as he tugged fiercely at his own hair.
Judging by the way his entire body kept twitching, some chronic old