"We understand,"
At this point, Hera and mu Yuling bowed respectfully.
The two of them stopped in their tracks and looked at the black-robed, black-eyed young man.
He knew that the great sovereign Messiah, Hermes, the god of wisdom, had used some means to fake his death until today, but he had never changed his original intentions.
He was still Mercury, the god of wisdom who had given wisdom to the people in order to continue the fire of civilization and open the way for the future generations.
This was enough.
He didn't need to ask too much.
Even if there were difficulties, dangers, mountains of daggers, seas of flames, and a narrow escape, so what?
There were too many geniuses and geniuses on the side of the ancient gods, and too few on Hermes 'side. It was not important to have him on the other side, but uncle Messiah's side lacked too many talents.
No matter what, he had to walk to know whether he was right or wrong.
