Chapter 150: Regret?

"What do you mean by that?!"

The moment Yu Lin said, "It wasn't you who truly killed your wife and children."

Heracles suddenly widened his eyes, staring intently at Yu Lin, at that unfamiliar face, and a voice forced its way out of his throat.

An invisible pressure gathered, forming a phantom lion behind him—its golden mane burned like flames, snarling fangs barely visible, a pair of beast eyes fixed on Yu Lin, as if a single mis‑spoken word would have him torn to pieces!

Yu Lin merely smiled, reached out and patted his shoulder, as if he felt none of that pressure at all.

He said, "Want to know?"

"Come with me, find a place to sit and we'll talk slowly."

After speaking, he turned and walked away, as if certain Heracles would follow.

Heracles stood where he was, his chest heaving violently, anger and confusion intertwining in his eyes.

Who is this person?

What does he actually know?

In the end, the lingering doubt made Heracles rise from the ground, take a step, and follow behind Yu Lin.

…

The two arrived at the entrance of a restaurant, its wooden sign carved with grapevine motifs, and the doorway exhaled the aroma of roasted lamb and olive oil.

Calling it a restaurant is a stretch; it's really a public dining area, since commerce was still underdeveloped at this time.

One could trade goods with the local proprietor for food.

Yu Lin was about to push the door open when a cold shout came from behind:

"Hey, stop."

Yu Lin halted, turned his head and looked back.

At the street corner stood four people, each of different build—tall, short, stout, thin.

Leading them was a burly man with brown hair, nearly two meters tall, a bronze short sword hanging at his waist.

He crossed his arms, his gaze coldly fixed on Heracles, a mocking smile curling at the corner of his mouth.

"Isn't this the 'Great Hero' Heracles?" he drawled deliberately:

"What? Hungry? Want to eat until you're full then........."

He didn't finish the sentence, but the three behind him instantly let out a harsh laugh, knowing exactly what he meant.

Heracles didn't look back at them, his expression calm as if he were accustomed to it.

His gaze remained lowered, saying nothing.

Yu Lin raised an eyebrow, his eyes sweeping over the four before finally landing on the brown‑haired brute's face.

"Who are you?"

"Us?" the brute scoffed, patting his chest, "I am An Ti E Si, a warrior, and the future 'hero'!"

He deliberately emphasized the word "hero," dripping with sarcasm.

"As for him—" he pointed at Heracles, "just a madman, a monster who even killed his own wife and children!"

"Outsider, I advise you to keep your distance."

"Lest you be slain by him at any moment! The final blaze burned everything, leaving no corpse behind!"

"Of course, if you truly seek death........ … why not hand over your valuables to us brothers for safekeeping?"

Although An Ti E Si didn't know where Yu Lin came from, he could see that the outfit Yu Lin wore was no ordinary one.

Whose garments have no seams and feel unbelievably comfortable the moment you wear them?

In this era of barter, some people can't even afford a single set of clothing!

That alone proves Yu Lin is a wealthy fellow!

As for causing trouble for Heracles... it's merely a convenient excuse for blackmail.

Yu Lin, of course, saw these guys' intentions.

His expression remained unchanged, but he looked at Heracles and asked:

"They treat you like this; do you regret rescuing them from the King of Mingye's hands?"

Heracles's calm demeanor showed a slight ripple upon hearing that sentence.

He shook his head, speaking softly, "I saved them not for any reward."

"But because……no one should live under the shackles of oppression."

"Hmm, I understand." Yu Lin nodded, said little else, and fixed his gaze on An Ti E Si and his companions:

"I have no intention of wasting words with you; should I leave on my own, or let me help you?"

Hearing this, An Ti E Si looked at the far less muscular Yu Lin, stepped forward, and raised his hand to thrust at Yu Lin's chest:

"Little guy, you……ah!"

An Ti E Si's words were cut off.

Yu Lin seized his wrist, and before he could react, a massive force lifted him off the ground—

Bang!!

His body was flung like a sandbag, crashing heavily onto the other three.

The four were knocked apart like bowling pins, finally slamming hard against the stone wall at the corner, not even managing a scream before they were utterly knocked unconscious!

Dust billowed, and the street fell silent.

A few passing pedestrians stared in stunned silence at the scene, their clay jars nearly slipping from their hands.

Yu Lin clapped his hands, turned to Heracles, and said lightly, "Now it's clean."

"If you want to be a hero, I won't be one."

"Whoever makes me uncomfortable, I'll make them uncomfortable."

Go in.

He strode toward the restaurant.

Watching his back, Heracles always felt there was meaning in his words, but could not say what exactly that "meaning" was.

He could only follow his steps, and both entered the restaurant together.

Ignoring the gazes of others, the two came to an empty seat and sat down.

Yu Lin shouted at the restaurant owner, a middle-aged Mediterranean man:

"Give me some meat and unleavened bread."

Having said that, he threw a silver ingot over.

Since at this time there was no currency, still barter, throwing a precious metal ingot over was much the same.

Anyway, Yu Lin wasn't lacking either.

The restaurant owner caught the silver ingot, lightly bit it with his teeth to confirm it was real silver, then his wrinkles smoothed and he smiled: "Coming right up, honored guest!"

He turned and quickly walked to the back kitchen, soon came out holding a wooden tray.

On the tray lay roasted lamb, golden and fragrant, the fat still sizzling; beside it were several pieces of unleavened bread, giving off a wheat aroma.

He placed the food on the table, turned and left, soon returned holding two cups of grape wine.

These two cups of wine were completely different from what ordinary guests drink——the liquid was deep amber, the aroma rich; just smelling it made the mouth water.

The restaurant owner gently set the wine cup before Heracles and lowered his voice:

"I have always remembered your kindness."

"Please cheer up."

He pointed at the wine cup: "This is for you; it's my private collection—others can't drink it."

After saying that, he nodded slightly at Heracles, then turned and left.

Yu Lin picked up the wine cup, took a sip; it was not bad.

Heracles downed the wine in a few gulps, wiped his mouth, swept his messy hair back, revealing his full face, then looked at Yu Lin:

"What exactly do you know?"

Yu Lin laughed: "I know a lot."

"For example, the source of your divine power is——the Heavenly Queen Hera."