Hearing the conversation of the others aboard the merchant ship, Jiang Yang could not help turning his gaze toward the warship of mortal heroes.
For a single goal, they had mustered an expedition and sailed across the sea.
How free-spirited, how unfettered.
Jiang Yang could not help recalling his own experiences over several thousand years. He had either been saving the world or on his way to save it.
His youth had been filled with darkness. When Doomsday struck, he could only eke out a lowly existence, seizing one opportunity after another to grow stronger.
He had risen amid the ruins, turned the tide amid mortal peril, defeated enemy after enemy, swept away a thousand sails, and roamed undefeated, forging an invincible path.
These young people, however, lived in a peaceful age, able to venture across the world, win glory and establish great deeds, and make names for themselves as heroes.
That truly was... something to envy.
The corners of Jiang Yang's mouth lifted slightly.
What mortals saw as heroes was, in his eyes, a youthful adventure.
Beside him, Filiya, her face equally curious, also watched the young heroes' warship with shining eyes.
It was not adventure she yearned for, but gossip.
She had long wanted to see that child Zeus had secretly fathered and hear the gossip about Zeus.
"Your Majesty, shall we go over and take a look?"
Filiya drew close to Jiang Yang and spoke softly.
Jiang Yang lowered his head, saw the curiosity on Filiya's face, and could not help smiling.
"All right, Filiya. Go tell the captain I'll pay him double to take us over to that large ship."
"Mm-hmm."
Filiya nodded, then skipped cheerfully across the deck and ran toward the captain's cabin.
Aboard the Argo.
Two sturdy young men, their upper bodies