Fate: I Heard After Death, You Can Ascend to the Throne of Heroes?

Chapter 3: Rumors, no, that’s where the legend started



Age of Gods,

Greece.

Beneath the Acadian Mountains.

In the afternoon,

The golden-haired, blue-eyed Jason hid in the bushes, carefully scanning the surroundings to make sure no one saw them before he breathed a sigh of relief and walked out with Promise.

"Do we really need to do this?

It feels like we're being thieves."

"You think I want this? Haven't you thought about why we're in this situation!" Jason glared at the young man beside him, "If Teacher Chiron or Theseus finds out that I am actually planning to take you down the mountain, Neither you nor I will have any good fruit to eat!" "No, it's mainly you." The latter said with an indifferent expression: "Anyway, everyone knows that I want to go down the mountain. Even if they catch me, they can't do anything about it. In the end, they would only scold me verbally for a few times and then send me away, so you will be the only one unlucky in the end!"

Jason's lips twitched.

Looking at the confident promise in front of him, he couldn't help clenching his fists, but found that he couldn't refute it!

Yes, Jason finally decided to take Promise down the mountain with him.

Under the oath made to the gods by Promise.

He would help him reclaim his rightful throne and at the same time helo him rescue his parents.

Under such conditions, even though he knew that taking him down the mountain would be a big trouble, Jason obviously couldn't resist the temptation.

"I mean, do you really have a way to help me reclaim my throne?"

At this moment, at the foot of the Arcadian Mountains, the blonde hair still couldn't hold back and asked him again.

"I have made an oath to the gods, and I will definitely do it...Do you not believe in me, or do you not believe in the gods?"

Faced with the question, Jason did not answer, but his green eyes carefully looked at the the young man in front of him.

Smooth black hair, clear emerald green pupils.

The sixteen-year-old Promise's face has gradually lost its youthfulness, taking on a hint of heroism.

At the same time, due to the careful carving done by the centaur sage Chiron so far, the poet and painter's temperament naturally exuded in his manners, conversation and laughter, making him even more dazzling.

"What do you think, the weakest of us heroes?... But then again, Promise, why don't you just give up on that unrealistic fantasy of becoming a great hero?

Anyway, with your looks and painting skills, I don't think it would be a big problem to tie up a noble lady. This way you won't have to worry about food and clothing in this life!"

"Oh, rich woman, that will only affect the speed of my archery!" The latter spoke disdainfully: "Unless it's a goddess, that might be worth considering!"

"Let's not talk about this anymore, let's hurry, Jason. Otherwise, if we happen to run into some acquaintance or Teacher Chiron later, you will be really doomed."

After saying that, he took the lead and walked excitedly down the mountain.

And looking at his excited look...as if he was finally released from prison today after being imprisoned for three years, Jason couldn't help but hesitate to speak.

"Why do I feel like I made a really stupid decision?"

He hesitated for a while.

But with things having come this far, he could only follow, while grumbling to Promise: "A goddess, huh? Dream on. If such good fortune did come, it would definitely fall on my head, not yours!"

"You?" The latter heard this and looked at him, "There is no goddess, but as for a rich woman... a princess can be considered a rich woman, right?"

Saying so, under Jason's somewhat puzzled gaze, Promise revealed a mischievous smile and continued: "It's just that, it might not necessarily be a good thing."

Without waiting for the puzzled man to ask further, he quickly moved away from his side.

Together with Jason, they embarked on the journey to his homeland-The Kingdom of Iolcus! Time flew by,

Three days later.

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In the evening.

In an ancient forest.

"Listen up, my name is Promise, a student of the centaur sage Chiron!"

Under the lingering light of the sunset, Promise stood in front of a group of subdued bandits.

Ancient Greece in the Age of Gods was a barbaric and dangerous era, with dense jungles, swamps, and ferocious monsters, wild beasts, and thieves everywhere.

And obviously, these bandits had hit a brick wall this time!

Even though these two were not that overpowered, with one being the weakest and the other the second-last of Chiron's students, considered what they were dreaming of and whom they were taught by, they had no problem dealing with ordinary people.

So when they appeared, Jason pulled out a sharp sword, and Promise took out a wooden bow... Yes, Promise was an archer.

Although it was written before, but important things should be repeated.

And he did not chose this profession because Promise has a talent for archery.

This is his own choice.

He hoped that after ascending to the Throne of Heroes after his death, his class would be

Archer.

Just because of one sentence - since ancient times, there have been many archers who often

faced peril!"

Moreover, Hercules, one of the strongest archers in ancient Greece, was still studying on the mountain at that time, so he chose this path from Chiron with the intention of learning a thing or two secretly.

Then he discovered that this road was actually a big hole!

At the same time, he finally understood why archers had so many enemies since ancient

times, and most of the archers were stronger than the last in close combat.

The reason was very simple.

This was ancient times and the age of the gods.

The hard bows were really extremely lethal, and each one heavier than the other.

So in simple words, if your physical strength wasn't up to par, you couldn't even be able to

draw the bow!

The idea that archers are frail but high in damage is all false!

So, there was this scene at this moment.

The beaten thieves were tied up with vines by Jason, while Promise stood in front of them holding a wooden bow and said: "Now, I need you to swear to the great Olympus gods, As long as you are willing to take the oath, we will let you go."

Hearing this, thieves, look at me and I look at you.

And finally the bearded leader, who was leading the way said bravely: "Okay, we swear that we will never do such a despicable thing again in this life, we'll go home and live honestly

from now on..."

Before the leader of bandits could finish speaking, he was interrupted by dissatisfied Promise.

"Who asked you to swear that? But since you're prepared to wash your hands clean, let's add

that condition."

Nodding, he then said, "Listen, from today onwards, I require you to tell the following to the first hundred people you meet:

"You were once a group of lowly bandits, but now you are willing to change your mind and become good people again, and the person who defeated you and corrected your misguided

lives is called Promise.

He is a student of the centaur sage Chiron from the cave of Mount Pelion and will become a

great hero known throughout Greece in the future!"

The bandits were dumbfounded at these words.

But looking at the shining sword in Jason's hand, they could only lower their heads and make

this oath.

"Very good." Promise nodded with satisfaction, put away the bows and arrows, and cut the strings on their bodies with a knife. At the same time, he threatened: "Remember your oath. If you violate it, I'm sure the high gods above will deliver the deserved divine punishment

upon you!"

As he released them, he also confiscated all their money.

And as they left, they took the bandits' two best horses.

In this regard, the bandits could only watch with wide eyes, daring to get angry but not dare

to speak!

Who is the robber, and why do you look so skilled!

Immediately after Promise and Jason left on horseback, a lean thief couldn't help but ask the

bearded thief leader: "Chief, what do we do now?"

"What do we do?" The wide-eyed bearded leader, furiously brandishing his large sword,

shouted, "What else can we do, of course... we go home and farm!"

After all, they had sworn an oath to the gods.

And to be on the safe side, the gods Promise had them swear by were not just one, but all

twelve main gods of Olympus!

Therefore, even if they were given ten times the courage, they would not dare to break their

oaths now.

After leaving, Jason, who had ridden his horse to join Promise, couldn't help but ask, "What were you doing just now, Promise?"

"What was I doing? Just gathering some travel funds." Feeling a bit puzzled by the question,

the latter, holding up the wool plucked from the bandits, replied, "Who knows how far it is from your home, I don't plan on camping in the wilderness forever."

"I'm not asking about that; I'm asking about the content of the oath you had those bandits

swear..."

"Oh, you're talking about that." Promise suddenly understood and said to Jason: "Jason, let

me ask you, what is the purpose of my coming down the mountain?"

"To seek death?"

The latter was speechless, and then said: "What about before I die, I have to become a hero

first, right?"

Jason nodded.

"What I just did was laying the groundwork for becoming a hero!" "Think about it, the usual steps to becoming a hero involve accomplishing some great deed,

then being sung about by bards, thereby spreading your fame and earning honor, right?"

The most important thing is to ascend to the Throne of Heroes!

"So let me ask you, what's the most important step in that process?" Without thinking, Jason answered, "Obviously, it's accomplishing a feat that others find

difficult to achieve..."

"No, it is actually sung by bards and remembered forever by the world!" Promise directly interrupted Jason's unfinished words and corrected him: "Just imagine, if you have accomplished a great deed, but others don't know about it, and there are no bards singing

praises for your achievements, so do you think you will receive corresponding heroic

honors?"

Jason was stunned for a moment, then thought about it carefully, and found that it seemed to

make some sense.

"That's why." Promise said with a proud look on his face: "That's why I asked them to make that oath to publicize my great achievements and let the world know my name."

"But you just solved a petty thieves... and I was there to help you. Can this be called a great

achievement?" Jason couldn't help but add.

"I don't know if it counts as a great achievement, I only know that rumors must spread very

quickly." He shrugged his shoulders and said nonchalantly: "Anyway, the oath is there, they must find at least a hundred people to publicize this matter.

And for the sake of face, they will definitely exaggerate the events that just happened and beautify me in every way. After all, if I am too mediocre, it will make them look too bad."

Jason thought silently for a while, then looked at the youg man, his eyes widening little by

little.

He was not stupid.

To be precise, he was actually very smart.

He wasn't foolish; in fact, Jason was quite intelligent, eventually able to stand toe-to-toe

with heroes of wisdom like Odysseus. Therefore, he quickly understood Promise's intention.

The next moment he drove his horse and ran back.

"Hey, Jason, where are you going?"

Seeing this, Promise naturally shouted loudly from behind.

"I am going to find them. We obviously defeated them together, so my name should also be

included in that oath."

The latter replied anxiously.

Indeed, everything happened just as Promise had said.

That evening, those bandits descending the mountain encountered their first passerby.

Immediately, the bandits surrounded that person!

Just when the passerby looked at these ferocious thieves and was scared to death, thinking

that he would definitely die today, he heard...

"We were once a despicable group of bandits, but now we want to be good people!

And the great hero who defeated us and corrected our wrongful lives is named Promise!"

So the rumors spread from ten to hundred, no, the legend started.