Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1750 1722. Olympic Athletes
After visiting Myrrine and her own home, and learning about the changes in the situation in Sparta during this period, Cassandra, Lan, and Triss immediately set off to the destination of the Olympic Games.

But first, they had to find the athlete who was competing in the Pankrasin event at the Olympics.

After all, Cassandra’s mission was to send others over to win the championship.

Coincidentally, just behind the huge statue of Leonidas is the training ground where the Spartans trained Pankrasin athletes.

This kind of violent fighting sport, which can occasionally lead to deaths in the arena, is highly valued and respected in the martial arts-loving Sparta.

The coach at the training ground was called Alkon, a lean middle-aged man. Like many young trainees and coaches at the training ground, he wore only a pair of briefs made of white cloth wrapped back and forth, with the rest of his body completely naked.

They have abundant chest and body hair, clearly defined pectoral and abdominal muscles, and an oily sheen on their bronzed skin.

When Cassandra and the others found Alkon, on the training ground covered with a layer of fine sand, some people were lifting boulders to build strength, some were stretching their legs and bending over to stretch their ligaments, and some were practicing sparring skills or actual combat.

Others hold a ceramic disc in their hands and slowly twist their bodies in the same way as throwing a discus, apparently trying to experience the muscle movement of twisting the body and punching.

"You want to come for training? We won't accept just anyone, anyone..."

When Alkon heard someone approaching, he habitually put on airs in an attempt to dampen the newcomer's enthusiasm, but after he finished his habitual words and turned around, he realized...

Lan and Cassandra stood in front of him, both with their arms crossed, their heads tilted to one side, looking at him with a 'Do you know what you're talking about?' expression.

"I don't know what the two of you are doing?"

Immediately, Alkon's tone became polite, even a little pretentious.

"Hello, Master." After the other party corrected their attitude and knew that they were not new rookies, Lan En stepped forward and said, "The Olympics are about to begin. King Pausanias asked us to pick up Pankrasin's contestant and send him to the Olympics."

"Excuse me, excuse me!" The coach put his hand on his chest and apologized sincerely, "I didn't know King Pausanias sent an envoy. I am Thestycles' coach."

"Thank you very much for sending him to the competition, but please allow me to point out in advance that Testikles...is a bit difficult to deal with in terms of personality."

Coach Alkon seemed quite helpless when he spoke, and it was obvious that he was used to it.

"If you could give him an oil that he likes, maybe it would make him behave himself."

"Oil?" Triss asked, leaning her head out from behind the two of them. "What kind of oil?"

"An oil used to rub the whole body and muscles." Alcon made a motion of rubbing his arm. "It has a strong fragrance. Thestikles believed that this oil could infuse Hercules' strength into his muscles."

Applying oil to the naked body can make the congestion of human muscles more beautiful and ornamental.

If there is a particular formula, it may have medicinal value. But in this case, the smell of the oil is mostly herbal, not aromatic.

Although Triss was shocked by the architecture and wonders of this world, she was very confident about "scented oil", that is, perfume.

"Excuse me, where can I get the oil you mentioned?"

"Thestycles has a familiar supplier at the port of Gesion."

Lan En nodded and said that it was convenient and not a big deal.

Kassandra next to him interrupted: "Thesticlis... Coach, do you think he can win in the Olympics? I really need to return to Sparta with the crown."

"Then you don't have to worry at all!" Alkon seemed very confident. "The last time he went to the market to buy fruit, he knocked down six people and a cow on the way! That's why I threw him to Hades Bay to train alone."

"It will keep him away from trouble and prevent him from hurting anyone. If you want to find him, go to Hades Bay and find the wreck of Nestor's ship. He will be nearby."

Okay, first find the body oil, and then go to Hades Bay to find someone. The process is clearly arranged.

It seems that the coach knows the situation of his athletes very well.

After taking another look at the statue of Leonidas at the end of the training ground, they left Sparta and prepared to pick up someone on their way.

But what Lan En thought was something he could do easily did not start off smoothly.

The oil merchant was out, leaving only a slave in the shop, who appeared to be of African descent.

She still has one day to redeem herself, but her master is not here at the moment. If she sells the oil that only the master can make without permission, she might be sued.

Freedom is nowhere in sight.

Triss stepped forward at this time: "Who cares about oil? When it comes to perfume, I don't think anyone here knows more than me."

She would never jeopardize a slave's upcoming freedom for the sake of a difficult athlete!

Triss actually doesn't know much about perfume, she just knows how to use it, and the high income of the sorceress allows her to use it however she wants.

Now, the space expansion bag on her body contains enough perfume to fill a bucket!

She also visited the perfume shops and the perfumers' workshops. The number of spices and raw materials there was far more than what this port could provide.

Perfume is a luxury craft and a luxury technology. Society has not yet developed to that level, so we can't compare. So Triss simply turned around and left, and Lan and Cassandra shrugged and followed her.

Under the command of Kassandra, the Adrestia arrived at the Bay of Hades and successfully found the island where Thestycles trained alone.

"Aren't you in a hurry?" Lan stood on the beach and shouted to Cassandra who was walking towards the sea from the island, "Why are you going to search for a shipwreck now?"

"You don't understand!" Cassandra turned around and responded, "There are a lot of good things in the shipwreck! These are all drachmas!"

The Aegean Sea is so blue and clear that you can clearly see the bottom of the shallow sea when looking down from above, making it difficult to judge distance and depth.

Cassandra's [Athena's Vision] inherited from the Isu bloodline has a sense of diffusion that is clearer and more detailed than that of a demon hunter, and it does not cause visual distortion or dizziness, so she will not miss anything valuable.

"That ship has been sunk for decades, right?" Triss was not optimistic about Cassandra's exploration. "What else could there be inside?"

But just as the sorceress finished her words, the falconer emerged from the blue waves.

"Lane! Find a rope! I found a Hydra figurehead down there! Go back and have the Adrestia pull it up!"

The sorceress covered her forehead, and Lan shrugged at Triss.

After nailing the rope attached to the underwater figurehead to the beach, Cassandra also brought up a clay jar.

The owl pattern on it indicated that the pottery-red jar was made in Athens. The falconer shook it, and there came the sound of gold and silver coins rubbing against each other.

I guess it would feel great after breaking it open.

The money found through adventure and the money earned by yourself will provide people with a different sense of satisfaction.

The island is about 500 square meters in total, but due to the height difference, the area is actually larger.

The thatched hut of Thesticles was at the highest point. In front of the door there was a pot hanging on a rack over a fire, and several large earthenware jars smelling of wine were placed outside against the wall of the hut.

A tall and strong man in a Greek tunic was bending over a clay jar.

Lan En and the other two looked at each other and walked towards him.

"Another, another drink, to strengthen our defense and increase our physical strength! Mmmmm~"

It was a very typical tone of someone making excuses for themselves, with slurred speech and mumbling, and at the end he made the sound of someone struggling to vomit after being drunk.

A sour smell of drunken vomit appeared along with his retching sound.

Triss rolled her eyes, hoping that the man would sober up after vomiting.

He did sober up a bit, though.

"Thesticlis! Oh yeah!" He didn't know why he started cheering for himself, "Well, have another drink, and then we'll start training! Alcohol can strengthen the body!"

The man had a large build, less than a head shorter than Lan.

Lan En tilted his head and looked behind the thatched hut. Many clay jars containing wine were broken into pieces.

"You don't seem to be able to drink much?" Lan En pouted, "How can you drink wine like this?"

"I can't drink?! Who's talking?!" Thestycles immediately turned around and retorted, with vomit on his lips, "Did you see my flagon? It's empty! I drank it all by myself! Uh... what do you want from me?"

A typical drunken state, eyes darting around and thoughts in the mind racing, with a new idea in the air every now and then.

"We're here to take you to the Olympics!"

Cassandra spoke up as the real protagonist.

"Olympic?" The word undoubtedly stimulated him. "Great! Thesticles will win the crown! Long live the champion Thesticles! Eh? But I'm not sure if I like your ship!"

As he spoke, he crossed his chest with one hand, supported his other hand on it, and supported his chin with his palm, and tilted his head to look at the three people.

This move would look charming if done by a woman, but for a man like him who has the advantage of mixed blood left over from being a pioneer, who is stronger than a world bodybuilding champion, with a beard on his face and a large patch of hair on his chest, it would look...

But fortunately, his coach Alkon had already revealed how to deal with him.

"About whether you like my ship or not," Cassandra pulled Triss to her side and hugged her shoulders. "I just happen to have a gift for you. It's a very fragrant oil!"

The falconer's tone was as if he was teasing a child.

But there is no doubt that it worked well for Thestycles.

"Oil for rubbing your muscles!" His eyes lit up, "Great! I want to kiss you right now!"

"No, you don't!"*2
Triss and Cassandra said in unison with resolute looks on their faces.

(End of this chapter)