Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 526 527. Mental torture

Alcibiades is a handsome and dissolute man with extremely high EQ and IQ.

When he wants to capture someone's heart, he can't stalk him like a licking dog, as if he doesn't want to be by his target's side all the time.

After he verbally introduced a task to Lan En, he left without any delay.

To be honest, Lan En still wanted to pester him. This would give me a reason to punch him in the stomach.

But unfortunately, this punch couldn't come.

Lan En turned his wrist in boredom and came to a workshop that occupied a large area.

There are many marble or bronze sculptures placed in the open space around this workshop.

There are eagles spreading their wings on the pedestal and ready to fly, naked warriors fighting sea monsters. There are many different styles.

But the tone is generally about showing the strength and beauty of muscles and bodies. Very typical ancient Greek sculpture style.

This is the sculpture workshop of Phidias.

In Athens, artists and philosophers were highly respected. Therefore, with Phidias's sculptural attainments, the size of his personal workshop can even be about the same size as the warehouse in Piraeus Port.

When Lan En walked in through the open door of the workshop, there were scaffolding, pulleys and other equipment inside, as well as large pieces of marble raw materials.

The tools used to make large sculptures look similar to those used by quarry workers at first glance.

"Is anyone there? Mr. Phidias?"

Lan En's shouts in the workshop echoed.

On the second floor of the workshop, there was a sudden sound of something falling to the ground after the witcher's shout.

Lan En crossed his arms and looked quietly towards the direction of the sound.

After a while, a walnut-sized marble block was thrown out from the second floor by a trembling hand.

The good-quality stone didn't even fall within two meters of where Lan En was standing. It made a small hole in the sand and stopped moving.

"Lee, leave! I called the guards! Pericles arranged for guards to be near the workshop! If you know what's going on, leave quickly!"

The timbre of the voice was quite manly, but the words and tone he spoke were like a frightened child.

Lan En's footsteps were almost invisible on the loess ground, and he easily approached the pillars of the workshop.

Then he adjusted his breathing, and the [Light Body Technique] allowed his body to gain good buoyancy in the air.

Then with a short dash forward, he stepped on the wooden pillar twice and reached out to reach the second-floor platform more than four meters high.

The loudest sound made during the whole process was like an ordinary person walking and stepping on the ground.

So when Lan stood behind Phidias and looked down at the master sculptor squatting behind the second-story fence, he was still looking downstairs with lingering fear.

"Go, go?"

Phidias looked downstairs with only his eyes exposed.

"No, Mr. Phidias."

The sudden voice from behind made the master sculptor sit down suddenly on the ground. He turned around hurriedly, only to see Lan En leaning against the wall with his arms folded, looking down at him expressionlessly.

"Alcibiades said that you felt in trouble recently, so he paid and issued a commission to me, asking me to help you."

Introduce yourself preemptively and clearly, leaving the other party no chance to panic.

Lan En has now learned well from the memories of the Emperor's Children how to judge and influence the mood of the crowd.

So Phidias almost instinctively took hold of Lan En's outstretched hand and was pulled by him to stand up.

"Do you need to go see him to make sure?"

After pulling up the mission target, Lan En said to him.

Phidias opened his mouth and shook his head.

"If you are a mercenary and you have a face like this, then I understand Alcibiades' reason for hiring you. This does seem like something he can do."

As he spoke, he walked to the side, picked up the hammer and chisel he used to carve from the ground, and put them away.

"I'm sorry, if I had met you before, I would have been tempted to draw a mold of your face first and then start carving it. But now I don't even want to make the order I've already placed."

Phidias was a middle-aged man with a black beard and hair. He also wore a robe that exposed his right shoulder and half of his chest, but perhaps for the convenience of work, he wore a short robe that only reached his thighs.

He was supposed to be in the prime of life and have a leisurely job with no worries about food and clothing, but now he had two thick dark circles under his eyes, as if he was mentally weak.

"Can you tell me what happened? From Alcibiades' words, I feel like it was done by a fanatical admirer. But seeing you being tortured like this, I don't believe it anymore."

Lan En patted Phidias on the shoulder, making the man feel some rare sense of security.

So he finally sat down peacefully for the first time in a long time, put his head in his hands and buried his face.

"Those are a group of demons!" He said in a sullen voice, with a hint of crying.

"I'm not talking about the kind of demons in mythology, but their vicious hearts are exactly the same as those in mythology!"

"They followed me, chased me around my home, my workshop, opened my letters, and went through my things."

Phidias listed many behaviors in succession, which in Lan En's dictionary can be matched with a group called 'fanatic fans'.

But then, Phidias' buried head lifted slightly, and a frightened eye appeared from the gap in his arm.

The panic in those eyes was so frightening.

This is not the pressure that a mere ‘fanatic fan’ can put on people.

Lan En realized this immediately.

"And those demons, those demons... they deliberately let me know that they were doing these things! Many times, they deliberately let me find out!"

From this sentence, Lan En's eyes narrowed slightly.

This becomes a bit interesting.

If the person under surveillance discovers his or her situation, the psychological pressure of being exposed to hidden threats but unable to do anything and have nowhere to escape will continue to rise until the person is driven to death!

In Lan En's home world, there was a world-famous writer who was forced into a mental breakdown by his country's intelligence agency in this way, and then committed suicide.

And that writer has always been famous for his "tough guy spirit".

Even so, he looked like a frightened child when he committed suicide.

And in this era when even physical diseases have only been researched in a preliminary direction, there are actually people and organizations that can study the principles of mental torture to this extent?

Reminiscent of Elpino's smile that refused to let go even when he was dying.

Lan En felt that he might have gained something.

"They took the initiative to let you find out that you were being watched. Did you see anything?"

"Silver, silver helmet and visor. They portrayed the visor as a wise old man. I had a glimpse of it in the window of my house. I will never forget that sight that night!"

Looking at Phidias curled up into a ball, Lan En's frivolous mouth curled up slightly.

‘The Cult’ has caught its tail!

Please recommend! Asking for a monthly ticket! Please subscribe!