Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1751. Arrival
Cassandra patted the arm that was around Triss's shoulders, signaling the sorceress that she could take it out.

Triss reached into the small waist bag hanging on her belt and pulled out an emerald glass bottle of liquid.

This was the perfume that was closest to the original oil scent after she took out all her perfumes and let the slaves who were watching the house for their master smell it when she was at the port of Gesion.

It is said to be "close", but in fact it is simply surpassing.

The perfume in Triss's hand was the formula of the flagship product launched by the Vizima perfume master in the summer two years ago.

Compared with the original oil, its fragrance is more complex, but gentler and longer-lasting.

Whether in terms of formula complexity or process complexity, in the field of perfume, it completely surpasses the more primitive perfume oils of ancient Greece.

Therefore, when Triss took it out, she looked completely confident of winning.

"Here." The sorceress handed the perfume to Thesticles, "Let's get on the ship quickly. There are still many good perfumes on the ship."

Being led by Cassandra, her tone now sounds a bit like she is fooling a child.

But just as she finished her words, the burly man opposite her, who was at least two meters and twelve meters tall, had already opened the cork of the perfume bottle and took a sip.

"Suck... Uh, wait! What the hell is this stinky urine-like water?"

Triss's temper flared up immediately, and the sorceress' tone became dangerous. If Cassandra hadn't quickly held her hand on her shoulders, she would have pushed forward aggressively.

"What did you say...?!"

Unfortunately, Triss's questioning could not go on, and she had to thank Cassandra for stopping her.

Because the next moment, Thestickles began to feel nervous sobbing in his throat, a precursor to vomiting.

His Adam's apple rolled up and down violently for a while, and then with a "Woo-wah!", he vomited onto the ground in front of him.

The wine and food in the stomach, after fermentation and digestion, left a pungent sour smell, and when they hit the yellow earth, they turned into mud along with the loose soil.

But only the first wave of vomit landed smoothly, and did not splash due to the pull of the floating soil. The subsequent vomit that hit the mud directly splashed everywhere.

It looked like the perfume Triss gave him made him vomit.

This made Triss, who was originally angry and aggressive, feel a little embarrassed.

She took two steps back, away from the puddle of vomit and the splash, and asked tentatively, "Are you okay?"

She thought that Thesticles, who was called "difficult to deal with" by the coaches he worked with day and night, would definitely not give up after being made to vomit by her high-end perfume, and might even explode with anger.

Although this couldn't be considered her fault, if this guy didn't cooperate, the journey to the Olympics would definitely be a lot more troublesome.

But it was unexpected.

"Well, I'm fine." The sturdy man wiped his mouth and beard after vomiting, straightened up and waved his hands, "I feel much better after vomiting, and the smell of this is quite sobering. Oh yeah! It's time to have some wine to celebrate!"

He actually seemed quite generous and kind.

Cassandra and Triss were still a little surprised by each other's unexpected good temper, but Lan had already taken the lead.

"First get on board," the witcher stopped Thesticles with his hand, "then drink."

The athletes, who were much more sober after vomiting, did not object, but were in high spirits.

"Then go to the Olympics! People need me! Woohoo!"

He cheered, raised his hands high and rushed towards the Adrestia which was parked beside the island.

Lan stepped aside to make way, and Cassandra, holding Triss, also moved sideways two steps, allowing him to run past smoothly.

"Arrogant, narcissistic, and self-centered, but he seems to be quite cheerful, doesn't bear grudges, and doesn't get angry easily." Lan En tilted his head towards the two ladies with a smile, "He doesn't seem to be that 'difficult' to deal with, right?"

Cassandra pursed her lips. “This guy better win me a fucking championship!”

"What else?" Triss was a little curious.

"Otherwise," Cassandra showed her hardened fist and a dangerous smile, "I'm going to beat him so hard that he won't even be able to recognize himself!"

After picking up the Olympic athletes, the Adrestia immediately turned and began to sail towards Elis.

The crew climbed up and down among the masts and cables like squirrels, pulling and fixing them. The white sails rolled and spread out in the pulling, and the wind from the Aegean Sea hit the sails, making a thunderous sound.

The sails swelled in the strong wind like a giant's chest, and the crimson soaring eagle emblem on the sails was also stretched flat.

The bow of the Adrestia and the ram under the sea parted the azure waters of the Aegean Sea, stirring up waves and even finer mist.

Let the people on the boat feel the moisture and freshness. "Thestycles!"

After Lan and his companions returned to the ship and directed the ship's normal navigation, Barnabas warmly welcomed the Spartan athletes.

"It would be an honor to send you to the Olympics! Your victory in the Pythian Games is nothing short of legendary!"

The one-eyed old captain seems to be a fan of Thesticles. The well-informed and well-traveled Herodotus also admires this athlete very much... It seems that he is indeed a favorite to win the Olympics!
Cassandra, Herodotos, and Barnabas, the three of them were already accustomed to standing on the command deck of the ship, ready to give orders to the crew at any time.

And Thestycles leaped for joy at the praises of Barnabas.

"That's right! Thestycles is a legend!"

Lan and Triss looked helplessly at the burly man on the command platform who was acting like a naughty child.

Taking advantage of Thesticles's dizziness and inability to see clearly, the flannel ball slid down from the mast, revealing a cat's head from the back, looking at Lan En over his shoulder.

"Is this the guy who practices Pankrasin?" Flannel Ball was still thinking about this martial art. "So strong!"

After saying that, the kitten was a little confused again: "But I feel... he doesn't seem to be that dangerous, Boss?"

"Not all those who practice combat skills are warriors." Lan En explained to the calico cat easily, "There are also people who practice simply to explore the limits of a technique or the limits of their own bodies. They don't practice to fight the enemy, but to fight their 'limits.'"

"This kind of people are basically like athletes. And athletes in the Olympic Games are basically the highest level of athletes in the world."

"It sounds like..." There was a twinkle in the fluffy ball's big watery eyes, "very impressive, meow!"

Thestycles was indeed very powerful.

If the fluff ball uses weapons, it can draw out the [Thunder Cat Sword] and [Silver Cat Sword] and swing them into a knife wheel, and then use [Demon Dance] to attack! This Spartan athlete will definitely die.

But if both sides are unarmed, then Flannel Ball may have to use the technique of fighting spirit burst to successfully hurt him.

Although the humans in this world are not as exaggerated as those in the New World, the interbreeding with the Forerunners still gave these ancient humans extraordinary physical abilities.

For example, there are a large proportion of big guys in the crowd. Although these guys' bodies are far from being as coordinated and perfect as Lan En's, they can rely on natural growth and natural exercise to grow a body that is only about half a head shorter than Lan En and has big muscles all over the body. It is already outrageous.

The best among them may be taller than Lan En.

However, it is still in the early stages of the development of human civilization. It will take until humans reproduce on a large scale and habitable areas expand greatly.

The extinct Isu genes will only be diluted from generation to generation in the inheritance process. It is hard to say how much Isu content will be left in the human genes of this world hundreds or thousands of years later.

The Mediterranean Sea is extremely convenient as a transportation route. As an 'inland sea', it allows the scattered islands and city-states around the coastline to communicate and trade quickly and easily.

It takes about four days to sail from Laconia, where Sparta is located, to Elis, where Olympia is located. Of course, if you are unlucky enough to have headwinds all the time and still have to stubbornly maintain the route, it will take twenty days.

The Adrestia's luck was neither good nor bad. It took an average of four days to see the port of Elis in the clear blue Aegean Sea.

Four days is actually enough time for everyone to get to know this Spartan athlete.

Thesticlis's character was indeed difficult to deal with, but as Lann felt, he was not subjectively bad or malicious.

But he was too self-centered, narcissistic and proud, and his strong body meant that he had never been bullied or taught a lesson since he was born.

It's really like a naughty kid who has no bad intentions but possesses destructive power because of his strong body.

Of course, in front of Lan and Cassandra, he was not really considered "destructive".

The sea breeze blew, and huge white rocks protruded from the sea, standing near the port. From the sea, you can see the forests on the distant mountains and the huge palace.

"Goddess of Victory!" Thestycles shouted incoherently, holding a jug of wine. "Here I come! I will definitely win! Alas!"

The sound of breaking waves has no effect on people who are accustomed to life on the sea.

Barnabas was also very excited, this was the Olympic Games!

Just by looking at the names, you can tell that the original intention of the Olympics and Olympus was to be a ceremony dedicated to the gods.

Legend has it that it is the highest-level activity in the Greek world and the one that pleases the gods the most.

It is for this reason that the truce during the Olympics was recognized and supervised by many city-states because of its sacredness.

To be honest, Lan En didn't have the opportunity to watch the Olympics in person when he was in his hometown world.

But in this ancient Greek world, he could visit the place where it all originated. He now had a strange feeling of anticipation.

(End of this chapter)