Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 523 524. Small tasks

"The chickens at home are lost, my wife is having an affair and I need to find the adulterer, my goods are shipwrecked and I need to salvage them. Are these all tasks like this?"

Lan En stood in front of a Hermes statue that was four to five meters high even with the base, holding his chin with two fingers and muttering to himself.

A tablet hangs from the base of this statue of Hermes, with a task left by a nearby client.

Hermes is the god of commerce and roads. When people need mercenaries, a mission card will always be hung under the statue of Hermes around the settlement.

Finding a powerful secret organization in a large city with a population of close to 300,000 people is not something that can be done by relying on one's own strength alone.

This is one of the reasons why Lan En wants to help Fu Bai.

And now it is the direction of his own efforts: by completing tasks, connecting with people who have power or connections in the city of Athens, and using their power to investigate the divine religion.

In the absence of a middleman, it should be a good first contact strategy to do something for the politicians and big businessmen in Athens.

However, the invisible class barrier still frustrates Lan En, because it seems that those with status do not write down their needs and those of the common people on a writing board.

Lan tilted his head and shrugged, letting Mentos write down all the tasks on this writing board.

Since it's not easy to get online with others, he can't waste his time.

Whether it was for income reasons or to accumulate tasks and gain fame, he was prepared to be active as a mercenary for a while first.

It would be even more worthy of celebration if someone from the Divine Religion could take the initiative to come over during this process.

"'Reject usury', the person who issued this task is very close to us, sir. And it seems that we can provoke some prestigious enemies, and the enemy's prestige will become our reputation."

Mentos analyzed it slowly.

Lane agreed and began to follow Mentos's path.

In addition to the Fishermen's District, Athens's municipal facilities are very good, not to mention various large sculptures. They also used a large amount of white marble to pave the steps, as well as build flower beds and pools.

Even a small amount of ground is no longer loess, but marble.

Lan En couldn't even imagine how much stone these Athenians had dug out.

But there is no doubt that by forming the Delian League, Athens sucked a lot of blood from its allies to build its own city.

"Hello, Petrus?"

In the Temple of Hephaestus, which has many marble columns, Lan found the person who issued the mission.

An Athenian in a linen skirt.

He had a small beard on his chin and didn't look like he had done any heavy work. He should be an Athenian citizen.

But his coarse linen clothes still showed his poor financial situation.

At this time, the client blinked blankly and looked at the tall, muscular and beautiful silver-haired man in front of him.

"Ah, ah! Yes! I am Petulus."

Lan En has become somewhat accustomed to this kind of attention, especially after his bones have further developed, and he will be very conspicuous wherever he goes.

So the demon hunter just curled his lips indifferently and continued: "I am a mercenary, and you entrusted me with a mission? Can you tell me in detail?"

At any rate, the need for the mission defeated curiosity and surprise, and the man stumbled about the mission to Lan En.

Nothing surprising.

An Athenian citizen borrowed money at usurious rates. His income was poor, and he thought he had repaid his share, so he planned to refuse to repay the remaining drachmas.

But the gangsters are not politicians who need votes. They don't care whether the debtors are Athenian citizens.

So in order to protect his health and property from debt collectors, Petulus was looking for mercenaries.

The asking price was twenty drachmas, which was much less than what he had to pay back to the gangster. It was a good deal.

This price is enough to buy a suckling pig in Athens, which is a lot of money.

"Okay, gangster." Lan En nodded indifferently, "It's not difficult to pass, but I can't follow you for several days just for this little money. Do you have an agreed place and time with them?"

"I won't waste your time, mercenary!" Petulus said quickly, "We have made an appointment, now just go to a warehouse in the port!"

Generally speaking, it is normal for the mission issuer to boss around the mercenaries, but Petulus felt inexplicably today that he was the one who should be nervous during the conversation.

"Then hurry up, sir. My schedule is quite full today."

Lan En actually wanted to clear all the tasks on that writing board within one day.

The two walked across the city of Athens and arrived at a warehouse in the port area.

Before he could get closer, Lan En's straight brows wrinkled slightly.

"They don't look like they're collecting debts or beating people up, they look more like they're trying to kill you."

Several gangsters were sitting in front of the warehouse door, and several breathing sounds were captured by Lan En from inside the warehouse.

Their equipment can basically compete with the one-eyed man's men on Kefalonia.

But while the one-eyed man in Kefalonia could almost be considered a ruler, here they are really just gangsters.

It can only be said that when the wealth of Athens circulated, it also fattened these hyenas in the darkness.

Listening to Lan En's words, Petulus swallowed nervously.

"No, that's not necessarily true, right? In this case, I'll go up and talk first."

There was a pleading expression on his face, which was because he was a little afraid that Lan En would see something was wrong and break the contract.

But before the Athenian citizen could finish speaking.

"Bang!"

Lan En kicked up a palm-sized piece of wood with his feet, and the light touch made him feel just right. So just wave your hand! That palm-sized piece of wood hit a gangster on the side of his face!

The light wood created a wavy effect on the man's face, and a big tooth burst out of his lip.

"It doesn't matter if they want to kill someone."

Under the blank gazes of the other group of people, Lan En moved his wrist and walked over. He wasn't ready to draw the knife.

"Just hit it hard."

Originally, he was just going to beat these people up, but now, he was going to break a few bones.

The words were light and airy.

The difference between a group of armed thugs who "want to kill" or "want to hit someone" is like whether a puppy "wants to bark" or "wants to bite" in Lan En's mouth.

The thugs poured out of the warehouse and looked at Lan En, who was walking slowly. They swallowed and pulled out the daggers at their waists, spears on their backs, and shields.

For the next three minutes, Petulus watched these vicious gangsters throw their equipment far away, as if they never wanted to pick it up again in this life.

Because when Lan En was beating them, he would keep beating them if he didn't put down his weapon.

So after a while, these thugs became completely smart.

There were wounded everywhere, and both hands were empty.

Pain is the best teacher.

Lan dusted off the non-existent dust on his hands, walked up to Petulus, and spread out to him.

The guy was stunned for a while, and then he quickly took out the drachma from the wallet on his belt.

Lan En's big hand clenched, making the sound of coins rubbing against each other.

It took a total of half an hour to complete a small task. This efficiency is not bad.

The witcher nodded at his efficiency.

But when Lan En was about to follow the route planned by Mentos and head to the next client.

He suddenly looked towards the other side of the warehouse.

In his hearing, there was the sound of well-trained footsteps over there.

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