Saint Seiya Evil Skull

Jagufrid, Alice, and Jackson waited quietly in the beautifully decorated guest room. Time passed by, seemingly frozen in the tranquil atmosphere. Sometimes they whispered to each other, discussing their anticipation for the banquet; sometimes they fell silent, each immersed in their own thoughts.

After an unknown amount of time, a gentle, rhythmic knock on the door shattered the silence. A maid's sweet voice rang out from outside: "Gentlemen, the banquet is about to begin. Please follow me to the banquet hall." Upon hearing this, the three of them exchanged glances, their eyes gleaming with excitement and curiosity.

Jagufri and the other two, already dressed in evening attire, heard the maid's words and without hesitation, immediately left the room and followed her to the banquet hall. The moment they entered, a bustling atmosphere washed over them. The spacious, bright hall was dotted with guests. Some gathered in groups, chatting and laughing, while others sat alone, wine glasses in hand, leisurely admiring the hall's layout.

Jagufri and the other two looked around, trying to spot a familiar face among the crowd, but soon realized they knew almost no one. On reflection, this made sense; after all, most of the guests attending the dinner were likely close friends and relatives of the shipping magnate Julian's family, as well as their close business partners.

At that moment, none of the original host, Julian, the Sanctuary, or the Underworld had yet to show up. This gave these three complete freedom of movement, feeling completely unfettered. Each of them grabbed a tray and deftly filled it with a variety of delicacies. Then, like hungry wolves pouncing on their prey, they scurried off to a secluded corner. Then, a ravenous feast commenced.

The way they ate was truly appalling, and it was hard to say who looked uglier. They had already thrown the reputation of the Celestial Palace to the winds. The waiters and other guests at the banquet cast curious and slightly surprised glances as they watched these three devour their food with relish.

Jagufri and Surut were completely unfazed, continuing their usual routine, oblivious to the strange looks from their surroundings. Frodi, however, had a bit of dignity to himself. When he noticed the stares, a faint blush crept into his face. He hurriedly slowed down his eating and even coughed twice, pretentiously, trying to warn Jagufri and Surut. Unfortunately, his efforts were in vain—the two ignored him completely!

Plate after plate, in a short while, there were more than a dozen empty plates in front of the two of them, piled high. Frody was slightly better off, with only four or five in front of him, and that was because Frody ate slowly. Fortunately, the three of them were sitting in the corner of the banquet, so they were not so noticeable.

Of course, this was merely a minor incident at the banquet. In the blink of an eye, everyone's attention was drawn, as if by a magnet, to the central figure of the banquet—Julian, the initiator of the banquet, heir to the shipping magnate family, and the legendary reincarnation of Poseidon.

Tall and erect like a pine tree, young Julian resembled a deity stepped from a mythical painting. His strikingly handsome features seemed meticulously sculpted by nature, every line and contour perfectly capturing the pinnacle of masculine charm. Even more striking was the fact that, as the heir to a wealthy family, he exuded an innate air of nobility and self-assurance.

The moment Julian entered the banquet hall, everyone's gaze was instantly captivated by him, unable to turn away. The numerous ladies present could no longer contain their excitement, flirting with him and doing their utmost to attract his attention. However, in the face of such enthusiastic overtures, Julian maintained an elegant and calm smile, remaining unmoved.

It's worth noting that two equally handsome young men followed closely behind Julian. When the three of them entered the venue, Jagufri, Frodi, and Surut, who were enjoying their meals, almost stopped what they were doing and put down their knives and forks simultaneously.

With their keen perception, the three of them immediately sensed the unfathomable and powerful aura emanating from Julian—it stemmed from the surging microcosmic power within him! Furthermore, after carefully sensing it, they secretly concluded that the two men following Julian were also powerful, undoubtedly the Sea Admirals from the sea!

However, Jagufrid, Hagen, and Drew clearly didn't take Julian and his companions seriously. Nevertheless, if they were to meet again in the future, perhaps they could find an opportunity to spar with each other, allowing the world to witness the might and majesty of Asgard.

Not only did Jagufri and the other two notice Julian's group, but Julian and his companions also noticed Jagufri and the other two, who were enjoying their meal in the corner. Just then, a waiter standing nearby keenly caught Julian's gaze and hurried over to Julian's side. In a low voice, he carefully introduced the true identities of Jagufri and the other two.

After Julian understood the situation, he smiled gracefully, holding up the goblet filled with crimson liquid, and walked calmly towards where the three men were. Seeing this, the three men, who had been sitting still, naturally did not dare to neglect them in the slightest, and quickly stood up to show their respect.

Julian came closer and nodded slightly, saying, "I guess these three are the famous God Warriors from Asgard. It is really an honor for me to have you all here today to attend this dinner at my humble estate. Here, I would like to offer a toast to the three of you as a token of my respect." After speaking, Julian opened his lips slightly, took a sip of the blood-red wine in his hand, and then slowly put down the glass, looking at the three people in front of him with a smile in his eyes.

The three of them exchanged glances and each raised their glass. However, unlike Julian, who only took a small sip, they were more straightforward and drank the red wine in their glasses in one gulp.

Having already greeted them, Julian smiled and gently raised the exquisite wine glass in his hand, indicating that he needed to go and entertain other distinguished guests. Then he turned and left. Meanwhile, Frodi stared at Julian's retreating back, then turned solemnly to look at Jagufrik beside him. He lowered his voice and asked, "Well, Jagufrik, were you able to detect the aura that Julian exuded just now?"

Jagufri was silent for a moment, his expression growing more serious. He slowly replied, "From the current situation, what Albelisi said is true. I think Julian is very likely the reincarnation of the legendary Poseidon. Although the microcosm contained within him seems hidden, its unfathomable power is enough to shock people.

Even if the three of us join forces, I'm afraid it would be difficult to compete with him! But fortunately, those so-called sea generals standing behind him are not to be feared. "At this point, Jie Gu Fulie's eyes suddenly shrank, revealing a hint of vigilance.

After hearing what Jegufried said, Frodi and Surut nodded, expressing their agreement with his opinion. Then, the three warriors quietly found a place to sit down.

However, at this moment, their minds were already preoccupied with speculation about Julian's identity and the pressure brought by his immense power, completely losing interest in savoring the food. They simply mechanically picked up the food in front of them, chewing it in small bites while keeping a close eye on the developments at the banquet.

The entire banquet hall was bustling with activity, with people laughing and chatting, clinking glasses, but all this seemed to have nothing to do with the three of them, Jegufried. They seemed to be in an isolated space, quietly waiting for the climax of the banquet.