Sunset approached.
Three chariots crossed the vast sea and one after the other, arrived at Sicily.
At the camp, smoke was rising from the cooking, and the Goddess of the Hearth, tasked with staying behind, was actually busily preparing a meal.
Seeing that the lesser deity she thought had been abducted had safely returned, Hestia didn't think much of it and immediately got up excitedly from the fire, rushing to greet Athena and a few others she knew well, chattering nonstop about the new dish she had developed that day.
Looking at the face that was slightly blackened by the smoke under the sunset, yet showing a hint of pride, Luo En raised his hand to his forehead, inwardly rolling his eyes.
——With this intelligence and level of awareness, he thought, in the future it's not just about guarding the vegetable garden, even taking care of herself would be difficult...
——Sigh!