Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 517: 518 docked

Chapter 517: 518 docked

Chapter 517 518. Arrival

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

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

It seems that her strength does not enable her to resist alcohol.

When Cassandra was with Lann, 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 brought it close to his face.

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

Well, I can understand it more or less.

The witcher could even feel the soft breath blowing from the other party'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 ones head hurt.

So theres nothing I can do except have a drink with you.

While Kassandra listened to the people around her analyze her current mood, she looked straight at Lan En's side face.

I was inexplicably moved by the feeling that "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 its just tonight.

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

The criss-crossing walkways on the hillside are full of pilgrims on foot. They all go to Delphi to meet the famous local resident - the well-known prophetess and herald in all Greece, the skinned person who keeps the wisdom of Apollo. Tia.

Merchants were shouting and selling their "sacred" statues and various ornaments to all the people passing by. Local children jumped between the boats, selling refreshing drinks to thirsty travelers.

A sedan 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 chair is Elpino, a well-known local wealthy businessman.

His thin palms were weighing a bulging money bag up and down.

This is the 'bone' that he is going to throw to the gangsters at the port, so that these vicious and cunning mangy dogs can do a good job for him.

He planned to drill several "small holes" in Drakon's ship.

Dracon 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, 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 was just not an ordinary person.

He hated people who did not allow themselves to enjoy spiritual pleasure, so he was ready to let Drakon simply die in a school of snappers.

After the golden-curtained sedan passed through a maze of narrow lanes, 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, Fubai was stepping on the mast of the sail with one foot, easily maintaining his balance in the waves.

She was tossing three apples acrobatically in her hands.

Can I throw you an apple, Cassandra? Lane?

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

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

Kassandra shouted without raising her head.

"me too."

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

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

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

Among these melodies that are either heroic, vulgar, or melancholy and soft, are mixed with the sharp sounds of sharpening the edge of a sharpening stone.

Harsh and cold.

Kassandra is 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 didnt you use that Prometheus scimitar?

The divine weapons produced by the Lady of the Lake did not need to be polished, so the witcher could fold his arms and watch Kassandra at her work in a relaxed manner.

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

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

.As a mercenary for a long time, I will become thrifty. I am used to picking up the ones that are about to wear 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.

Barnabas just looked at the children playing with a ball on the shore and added the last sentence.

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

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