Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1744 1716. Bright Ocean

The Adrestia, the warship that originally belonged to Barnabas, after Lan and Cassandra rescued Barnabas from the One-Eyed Man.

He regarded it as a reward for saving his life and gave it to Lan and Cassandra for their command and use.

Barnabas served as a first mate on the ship.

The original captain was very superstitious, and so were the crew members.

When Lan and Cassandra rescued them on the island of Kephallonia, Barnabas declared to himself with certainty that the power and blood of the gods must be flowing in the bodies of these two.

Of course, although Barnabas was superstitious, he was not fanatic. He was open-minded, strong and humorous. He was a very energetic old man.

This made Lan, Cassandra, and even Herodotos very tolerant of his superstition, and it was nothing to talk about it as a joke.

But there is no doubt that before, Lan En brought Abe Haruaki, used the [Tongzhan Fu] to divine the direction, and used the Qilin to rush at lightning speed to find the Adrestia sailing on the Aegean Sea.

This undoubtedly gave the superstitious old captain a huge shock.

It was so huge that after Cassandra left, he ran to the Oracle of Apollo to learn the sacrificial techniques.

And now he put his knowledge into practice and organized a "very technically advanced" sacrifice.

Tuna is delicious even when eaten raw.

After Lan picked up a piece and started eating, he gestured to Triss, who had been silent until now.

So, although the sorceress was not familiar with Herodotus and Barnabas, she still kept smiling and took a small piece of fish from the large copper plate in the hand of the one-eyed old captain.

At this time, the nervous Barnabas was still talking about the knowledge of sacrifices to the gods that he had learned from the Pythia.

It wasn't until the sorceress's delicate, slender fingers withdrew from the large copper plate in his hand that he suddenly reacted.

"Oh, my gods." Barnabas looked at Triss in amazement, looking her up and down, "This lady also... came down from Olympus?!"

When he came to the ancient Greek world before, even apart from his appearance and figure, the silk shirt on Lan En was already very eye-catching.

The sorceress's clothing is, of course, much more luxurious and beautiful than that of the witcher.

Triss's skirt is mostly green with gold edges, but this green is closer to the color of a peacock's tail feathers. Depending on the angle of observation, the color changes unpredictably.

Plus her burgundy hair, which is not very common in the Aegean Sea, her magical charm as a sorceress, and her appearance and figure shaped by the power of chaos...

"Another world! Barnabas, I've been telling you it's another world..." Herodotus gave a helpless reminder, but then he gave up on correcting Barnabas' superstition, "Huh~ Forget it."

Then, Herodotos looked at Triss very politely and said.

"Lan En, won't you introduce us?"

"That's what I was going to say." The witcher swallowed the last bit of tuna in his hand. "Triss Merigold, she is one of my lovers."

At this point, no one reacted. After all, the relationship between men and women and the degree of openness in ancient Greece were regarded as "fun" by the sorceresses through Cassandra's performance.

But then…

Lan added with a smile: "She is a witch."

"Zeus!!!"

"what?!"

Barnabas was like a frog being stared at by a snake. He dared not move at all. His gray beard and hair were a little blown out.

And Herodotus, who was always calm and wise, could be seen to be genuinely shocked.

The character of "witch" is generally indispensable in myths from all over the world.

The names may be different, but it can basically be seen as "women who are supposed to be weak, but possess sinister or strange powers, and can even harm gods."

In ancient Greek mythology, witches are dangerous and difficult to deal with.

Whenever this happens, the most positive ending in the myth is "successfully killing the witch."

No wonder Herodotus and Barnabas were startled.

But fortunately, the description of witches in mythology is basically the same as the prejudice against sorceresses in the countryside of the magical Middle Ages. Triss can fully understand their current view of her, so she can deal with it with ease.

Besides, Lan En is still around.

"It seems that even the tough guys on the sea and the wise men of Athens can't keep calm when they encounter a witch."

The witcher said teasingly.

The trust in Lan and the friendship between them gradually made the two Greeks relax.

After all, Lan En would never bring a witch to harm people!

If he wants to deal with someone, he can just go find him.

"I'm just a woman who has learned and mastered magic," Triss said with a hint of complaint and joking, "I don't spend all my time thinking about how to harm people. Magic is a craft, not much different from sailing and shipbuilding, except that the threshold is a little higher."

"How much difference can the personality of a person who has learned navigation and shipbuilding be compared to before he learned it?" "'Magic is a craft'?" Herodotus sighed, "This is really a statement I have never heard of, but when I think about it carefully, it makes sense."

The one-eyed old captain opened his mouth wide, and looked at Triss with curiosity and a little fear with his only remaining eye. The interest in conversation just now disappeared without a trace.

I don't know if it reminds me of the story of a witch using human words and voices to cast spells.

However, although he felt uncomfortable facing the witch due to superstition, Barnabas was an open-minded sea man after all.

He felt that if the witch before him was not as scary as in the story, then it was obvious that his seafaring adventure had brought him new surprises.

"what are you guys saying?"

Barnabas' shoulders suddenly sank, and when he looked back, he saw the flannel ball that had escaped from the sacrificial ceremony and had jumped directly onto the old captain's shoulders.

This made him smile with joy, after all, this was a divine cat! This was his shoulder that had been stepped on by the divine cat!

But then, the ball of flannel made his face stiffen.

"Who said we like to eat aromas and smoke?!" Felynx's little paw pointed directly at the empty copper plate in Barnabas' hand, then pointed back at his furry little belly.

"We need to eat, meow! Eat! Nutritionally balanced, energy-rich meals! If we don't have enough to eat, we won't even have the strength to fight. How can we be called warriors, meow!"

The crazy kitten really wants to change Barnabas's "unprofessional" nutritional concept.

"But, but this is the secret recipe that the great Pythia told me!" The one-eyed old captain was very convinced by Apollo's oracle, "There can't be...there can't be anything wrong with this, right?"

But the 'divine cat' stood on his shoulder and said he wanted to eat meat, and in the end Barnabas himself lost confidence.

Cassandra whistled indifferently and walked to the command position of the Adrestia with familiarity.

"Alright! On your marks! We're going to Laconia!"

Her shout was very powerful, and she was an absolute model of a warrior. At the same time, her long wandering in the Aegean Sea also allowed her to learn a lot from Barnabas.

"Raise the sails! Ditch the oars!"

Under the clear command, the crew members who were happy to share the sacrifices left by the "Sacred Beast Sacrifice" were now very motivated.

The huge emblem on the sail was rolled back onto the canvas.

In the cabin below the deck, twenty men who were originally sitting on leather benches waiting for orders each picked up a long oar made of fir wood, ran to both sides of the boat, and took the rowing position.

He lifted the oar, passed it through the leather loop, and placed it on the oar fork. With a rhythmic sound of hitting the water, the oars hit the waves in unison.

The Adrestia turned flexibly on the blue Aegean Sea, with its oars and the seahorse ram on the bow breaking the waves.

The waves are turned into finer mist that floats more easily in the air, allowing people on the deck to clearly smell the fresh water vapor of the Aegean Sea.

Ikaros cried in the sky, guiding the direction.

The Adrestia was of the right size, much larger than an average galley, but smaller than the triremes that were in service with many city-state navies at the time.

Plus, Cassandra equipped the ship with plenty of weapons and equipment, making it both flexible and aggressive.

The crew sang a barcarolle as they rowed, which matched the sound of the waves perfectly. It seemed to be about wine, love, and carpe diem.

The sun was very bright, making people feel the heat of the Mediterranean climate. But the water vapor from the ocean drifted onto the deck, making people feel fresh and cool. It felt contradictory but fresh.

This is a bright and brilliant ocean, completely different from the vast but gloomy northern ocean in the magical Middle Ages.

Triss sat on the edge of the deck, her legs draped overboard, her bright green skirt blowing sideways in the sea breeze.

The winds and waves in the Mediterranean are not strong, and the ships here have good combat capabilities, so most of the decks are flat and open, and there are few guardrails on the side of the ship to prevent falling into the sea.

"I can feel it." Lan En walked to Triss, half squatted down and whispered to her, "You seem a little bored."

The sorceress smiled at him, a little embarrassedly, but did not deny it.

"I feel like the civilization here seems..." Triss weighed her tone, "a bit backward?"

Most sorceresses are hedonists, even Triss. They prefer the convenience, liveliness and fun of the city. Staying in the countryside will make them feel depressed and crazy.

In this ancient Greek world, Triss had only seen this ship, a beautiful sea, and scattered islands. There was indeed no trace of civilization.

In addition, ancient Greece was indeed in the embryonic stage of civilization, so Triss's feeling was not wrong.

but……

"We are going to the Laconia region, where there is one of the two most powerful city-states in this sea, Sparta."

Lan En suddenly seemed to be talking without any context, but there was a sly smile on his face.

"Let me give you a friendly reminder that this city-state is the most simple place, the one that least values ​​decoration and enjoyment."

Triss was confused and had no idea what Lan meant.

Was he reminding her that the rest of the journey would be even more boring?
(End of this chapter)