Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1598 1570. Return
Spring is coming.

Even birds and animals can feel it through the green grass sprouts that are just beginning to emerge on the ground.

Farmers have a pretty good idea of ​​this from sticking their fingers into the soil and feeling the ground temperature.

Life in winter is not easy, especially during a war.

The head tax and winter camp tax, which were directly collected by the military, were doubled. Every merchant and entrepreneur also had to pay the "Glott Tithe".

This is a new tax item that was introduced earlier, but has become a routine tax item in recent months: for every Noble earned, one Groat must be paid.

This is the tax that profitable businessmen have to pay, and for ordinary people, the temporarily imposed war tax has been collected without fail for about half a year.

If you can’t pay the money, you have to pay the labor. Everyone lives a tight life and complains a lot.

Spring is coming, but it is still winter now, so the weather near Vizima is always gloomy, like a rag that has been used black.

The wind on Lake Vizima is cold, but the waves are not big. After all, it is just a deep inland lake.

The waves still beat against the pillars of the Temple of Dagon built on Black Tern Island today.

However, a crack in the celestial sphere, like broken glass, gradually appeared in the light of chaotic magic.

However, the first one to come out of the rift where the celestial spheres intersect was not the lively calico kitten, nor the ancient dragon of the New World who hated portals and rifts.

The first to rush out of the crack was a flying black shadow!

With a loud eagle cry.

Eagles are creatures that seem to make people think of freedom and vastness just by seeing them soaring in the sky.

But that's obviously not possible now.

After the eagle rushed out from the crack where the celestial spheres intersected, it let out a sharp scream, and then the voice began to tremble.

The pair of wings that were originally spread out and soaring now flapped a few times, circled in the air, and quickly stopped on the corner of the roof of Dagon's Temple.

It was visibly shivering from the cold.

"Ikaros, I told you it would be cold!"

Lan's helpless voice came from the crack, followed by the sound of boots stepping into the water and stirring it.

Behind him, the ball of fluff suddenly jumped out.

But the kitten didn't want to get its paws wet, so it jumped directly onto Lan's shoulder, kicked its hind legs on the armor twice before sitting firmly on his shoulder.

"It's cold up there, come down first, meow!"

As a friend who had shared the dried meat with Lan and Cassandra and watched them have fun, the fluffy ball greeted the eagle above.

The eagle's golden-phoenix eyes and beak make it look like a stern teacher.

It first glared down at Lan and the ball of fluff in dissatisfaction, then jumped twice on the eaves with its two paws and flew down flapping its wings.

It flew over Lan's shoulder but did not stop, only making two "cackle" sounds.

Then he folded his wings and stood on the shoulders of Cassandra, who had just come out riding on the Qilin.

"Hiss! Malaka!"

Her eyebrows and eyes were as dark as stone, her skin was wheat-colored, and she had a braided pigtail draped over her left shoulder.

The Aegean beauty, with her muscular and aesthetically pleasing muscles flowing beneath her smooth skin and a slight outline revealed, had a signature catchphrase right out of the gate.

She was wearing a set of armor that was standard for the Mediterranean climate, with a breastplate, greaves, and arm armor, everything she should have.

However, there are no cotton armor or leather armor to connect and cover these armors.

For example, on her lower abdomen, those seductive abdominal muscles and waistline are nakedly exposed.

Cassandra, who had just been soothing the Qilin as if it were a treasure, using the method of soothing a horse, suddenly retracted her hand and began to hug herself as soon as she walked out of the gap between the celestial spheres.

And the palms placed on the shoulders began to rub up and down.

It was still winter at Lake Vizima, and the cold wind really broadened the horizons for Cassandra, who grew up in the Aegean Sea.

“Is there really such a cold place in the world?”

"I told you." Lan En reluctantly cleared himself of responsibility, "You said you didn't care."

"Malaka!"

Cassandra took a deep breath and cursed out of habit. But to be honest, with her current physical condition and Ikaros' ability to fly high in the sky, this low temperature is actually nothing.

It was just that the temperature difference between Lake Vizima at the end of winter and the Aegean Sea, which has strong sunshine all year round, was too great, which caused the two of them to overreact for a moment.

The falconer, who was already famous throughout the Greek world and was often involved in various parts of the Peloponnesian War during his journey to find his family, jumped off the back of the unicorn with nimbleness.

With a splash, her legs and feet in Greek sandals and greaves stepped into the ankle-high lake water in the Temple of Dagon, causing her to gasp again.

But that was all, the low temperature could not show any further effect on her.

"What a beautiful and sacred beast! I've never seen a horse like it before." At the end, Cassandra patted the Kirin's neck and joked with it, "Oh, by the way! Don't tell Phobos about this later!"

Phobos was Kassandra's horse in the Greek world.

It was Marcos, the man she raised, who was given to her as payment when she left Kephallonia.

While joking with Qilin, Cassandra glanced at the demon hunter next to her with a subtle but undisguised ambiguous look.

"When you rode on the unicorn, stepped on the waves and parted the sea to the deck of the Adrestiana, Barnabas was so excited that he almost knelt down for you. Do you know what he muttered to me when he came to his senses?"

Thinking of his one-eyed but cheerful Greek captain friend who believed in the legends of the gods, Lan En probably knew what the other party would say.

But at this moment, in order to hold Cassandra's words, he could only pretend to listen patiently.

"He said that you were on Mount Olympus, but you were being disciplined by Zeus and couldn't vent your desires, so you had to steal the Pegasus down. Just to have a good time with me. Haha!"

Cassandra's heroism that belonged to a Spartan woman, as well as the wildness of the social outlook of the early civilization of ancient Greece, allowed her to tell loudly obscene jokes that most men could not stand without any awkwardness.

Lan En applauded the believer Barnabas's ability to associate ideas, but at the same time he muttered in his heart: It's really a superstitious style plus dirty jokes, and it's you, Barnabas!
"Zeus?" The demon hunter muttered in his heart and out loud, "That beast-like guy in heat, can he still discipline others?"

"Hmm." Cassandra's smile became more subtle, and her eyes scanned Lan's face and body with greed. "In fact, there is a more interesting version of his guess. After all, for a beauty like you, Zeus would definitely..."

"Alright!" Lan calmly raised his palm, indicating that he didn't want to listen any more. "I will personally correct my image in Barnabas' eyes later! See how calm Herodotus was at that time? It's time to dispel Barnabas' superstition!"

Cassandra saw that Lan En was really choked and burst into laughter again.

At this time, Abe Haruaki was holding up the corner of his large Onmyoji robe and stepping out of the crack where the celestial spheres intersected.

Two talismans flew out from his sleeves and floated to Cassandra and Ikaros.

A mist representing the power of water flashed, and they both felt a lot better immediately.

[Yin Yang Magic: Water Prohibition Talisman]

Although Cassandra's power is considered to be at the level of supernatural power in Lan's eyes, in fact, she mainly relies on the high concentration of Isu genes in her genes to activate the super-technological items left by the prehistoric Isu civilization to achieve this supernatural performance.

Strictly speaking, it is serious technology, but the direction of the Isu people's technological development seems very metaphysical.

But compared to this serious magic and metaphysics, it still seemed too normal. Therefore, Cassandra and Ikaros looked at it curiously.

The lady of the lake did not appear, and Abe Haruaki was not surprised by the scenery of Lake Vizima.

Because he and Lan En and his gang had actually arrived in this magical Middle Ages two days earlier.

At that time, the Lady of the Lake appeared, greeted her champion, and did the usual rubbing.

It's just that Lan En was a little worried that Abe Haruaki might be scared by the lady in the lake, but unexpectedly, this guy was very calm throughout the whole process.

"It is true that the Lady of the Lake's affection for you is quite explicit, but it is not incomprehensible."

Abe Haruaki squinted at Lan En at that time.

"And in Japan, some rituals and ceremonies to worship gods don't shy away from these things. Well, do you understand?"

Onmyojis are indeed in charge of sacrifices in the Japanese court. Since there are many gods in Japan, many of them are good and bad, and it is okay to regard many of them as evil gods. During sacrifices, not to mention avoiding sexual desire, they may even have to have shrine maidens on the scene to please the gods.
Besides, the Japanese are actually quite open about sex. Wandering shrine maidens can basically be equated with prostitutes.

So in Abe Haruaki's eyes, if gods desire someone, there are many who are more extreme than the Lady of the Lake.

After landing in the celestial sphere intersection rift and resting for a while, Lan En simply pulled Abe Haruaki and used the [Elf Beacon] in his hand to change the connection direction of the rift to the ancient Greek world.

After all, Lan En had not forgotten that before this adventure began, he had promised his Knights that when he was away, he would find a sufficiently powerful and sharp "leading edge".

Keep the Embers' most skilled and useful tactics running.

That is - under the leadership of a powerful person, a mass killing force is as powerful as a crushing blow.

Kassandra, this Aegean beauty with the blood of both Spartans and ancient Isu civilization.

Even Lan En fully acknowledged her strength and fighting spirit.

On the battlefield, she will be a beautiful and unstoppable Valkyrie!
(End of this chapter)