Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 517 518. Ashore

That night, Lane and Cassandra each drank an entire amphorae of wine.

Lan En's extraordinary metabolic ability made him feel nothing, but Cassandra was already a little dizzy.

It seemed that the strength in her body did not make her resistant to alcohol.

When Cassandra was with Lan En, the cheerfulness and ease she felt on the deck during the day disappeared.

"Hiccup. Can you understand how I feel now, Lan En?"

Like any drunk person, Cassandra put a hand on Lane's shoulder and leaned close to his face.

Then the other hand patted his chest, as if he wanted to take out his heart and let others know the pain inside.

"Yeah, I can understand it more or less."

The witcher could even feel the soft breath blowing from the other person's mouth. The smell of alcohol in the breath seemed to be mixed with the aroma of Cassandra's hair, and it was not objectionable.

"You didn't kill your adoptive father, so you felt relieved. You were glad that you were not controlled by anger. But at the same time, the suffering you suffered as a child made it difficult for you to let go. You are still regretting that you didn't do it at that time. Just Just imagining this kind of mood is enough to make one’s head hurt.”

"So there's nothing I can do except have a drink with you."

Cassandra listened to the people around her analyze her current mood, while looking straight at Lan En's side face.

I was inexplicably moved by the feeling of "it's good to be understood".

"I can't show my struggles to Fu Bai, because she has always used me as a role model, and I don't want to show her such a weak side."

"I can't confess my depression to Barnabas, because he is the first mate on the ship and the person in direct contact with the crew. If I hesitate in front of him, the crew will lose their courage and courage."

"I can only do this in front of you."

As if trying to find a more comfortable position, Cassandra tilted her face on Lan En's shoulder and rubbed it in.

The witcher just looked down at the empty pottery amphora in his hand.

"Get some rest, Cassandra."

"Even if it's just tonight."

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It was the hot summer season of June, and the seaport town named Kira was unbearably hot. The waves reflected from the sea were dazzling, and the pale peaks inland were even more difficult to look at in the sunlight.

The walkways crisscrossing the hillside are full of pilgrims who are hiking up the mountain. They all go to Delphi to meet the famous local resident - the well-known prophetess and herald throughout Greece, the one who keeps the wisdom of Apollo. Pythia.

The merchants shouted and sold their "sacred" statues and various accessories to everyone who passed by. Local children jumped between the boats, selling refreshing drinks to thirsty travelers.

A sedan chair with a golden curtain hung like a boat going against the current, passing through the crowds at the private mooring. The owner of the sedan is Elpino, a well-known local wealthy businessman.

He was weighing a bulging money bag up and down in his thin palms.

This was the 'bone' that he was going to throw to the gangsters at the port, so that these vicious and cunning mangy dogs could do his job for him.

He was going to drill a few 'small holes' into Drakon's ship.

Drakon has been his best friend since childhood, and his wife and daughter will affectionately call him "uncle". Earlier, Dracon's family was very poor, almost so poor that they went to the streets to beg. At that time, Elpino enjoyed the feeling of giving a few drachmas from his profits to support his friends and their families.

But now, Drakon has developed his industry well. He went out to sea and found a sea bream habitat, and improved his life with this location, claiming that he no longer needed to accept support from his good friends.

If it were applied to ordinary people, then they should really be happy for the opportunities given to their good friends.

After all, no matter how lucky Dracon was, he never expected to surpass Elpino in wealth in this life, so Elpino should not have even the most common jealousy.

But Elpino is just not an ordinary person.

He hated people who didn't allow him to enjoy spiritual pleasure, so he was ready to let Drakon simply die in a school of snappers.

After passing through a maze of narrow lanes in a sedan with golden curtains, they finally arrived at the edge of the town. Passed through the iron gate and arrived at his manor.

At the same time, in the crowded and noisy port, a ship with a trireme that was slightly smaller than a conventional naval warship docked.

On the Adrestia, Fubo was standing with one foot on the mast of the sail, easily maintaining his balance in the waves.

She was also tossing three apples acrobatically in her hands.

"Can I throw you an apple, Cassandra? Lan?"

Children are always eager to show off new skills after learning them.

"No, Fubo. Those three apples are almost polished by your hands. I don't want to eat them at all."

Cassandra shouted without raising her head.

"me too."

Lan En took over the conversation and said that he was grateful but not sensitive.

Barnabas was seriously directing the crew to safely dock the ship. He was the only old captain on the ship who had this ability.

The crew on the ship sang the chant of the Aegean sailors in unison.

And among these melodies that are either heroic, vulgar, or melancholy and soft, are mixed with the sharp sounds of whetstones sharpening the edge.

Harsh and cold.

Kassandra was sharpening a Spartan sword with a whetstone in her hand.

That is also the sword of [Blood Wolf].

The shape is similar to an extended version of the Gurkha scimitar. The significant weight of the head greatly increases the cutting performance. The handle is a golden wolf head wrapped with blood-red twine.

This knife is also a magical weapon, its function is to increase the cutting power. Simple and unpretentious, but still deadly in the right hands.

They were looking for Elpino this time, and Cassandra's current appearance indicated that she and Lan had never considered the option of 'talking'.

"Why not use that Prometheus scimitar?"

The divine weapons produced by the Lady of the Lake did not require polishing, so the witcher could fold his arms and watch Cassandra at her work in a relaxed manner.

Prometheus Scimitar is the name Cassandra gave to the scimitar that can increase the power of fire.

"This sword has been used by Nikolaos for a long time. It doesn't have much power anymore, right?"

"After being a mercenary for a long time, you will become frugal. I am used to picking up the ones that are almost worn out first."

Kassandra paused for a moment, and then stated her reasons openly.

"You gave it to me, and I want to keep it."

"Wow."*2

Barnabas, who was directing the ship to stop, and Mentos in Lan's mind both exclaimed in surprise.

It's just that Barnabas' eyes were looking at the children playing with a ball on the shore, and he added the last sentence.

"A nice straight shot! This kid should go to the Olympics in the future!"

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