The waning moon descended into the horizon, and as the long night gradually faded, the first light of dawn pierced the thin mist, shining into the majestic temple.
Luo En looked at Helen curled up in his arms like a kitten, her eyebrows tightly knit, and shook his head helplessly. He stood up, draped on his clothes, and quietly walked out of the great hall.
"It looks like you had a good sleep last night?" said Hermes, who came around the corner with a mischievous grin.
Luo En gave a sideways glance to the God of Messengers, who might have been eavesdropping last night, casually unfolded the Authority of the Labyrinth, and asked in a deep voice:
"How's it going? Have you found anything about what I asked you to check out?"
Speaking of serious matters, Hermes shook his head with a somewhat gloomy face:
"The gods are not on the mountain."
"The Sanctuary?"
"I've tried it the way you said, but no one's there."
"What about those noble families with Divine Blood in Athens?"