Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1756: 1728. Separate Investigation
The Demon Hunter's [Axis Seal], if it weren't for the fact that the Cat School didn't even have a complete mutation formula, and their knowledge of seals was pieced together.

The conservative effect is also enough to allow an ordinary person who is panicked and has psychological trauma to quickly calm down.

Of course, this effect is achieved by taking advantage of the fact that the other party's mind is shadowed and mentally turbulent.

If it is during a battle, then a normal demon hunter facing an enemy with murderous intent and a highly concentrated mind can only make the enemy dazed for two or three seconds at most.

And if it is Geralt, this elite demon hunter who graduated from the Wolf School with the most complete inherited knowledge and the most complete mutation formula, and who also shows extremely good adaptability to mutations.

Then, with the help of more advanced variations of the seals left by the Wolf School, he could confuse the consciousness of the enemies in battle, causing them to attack without being able to distinguish between friend and foe.

As for Lann specifically, his body is extremely powerful, far beyond that of a normal demon hunter. Therefore, the chaos magic that can be produced in his body is also far beyond the level of a normal demon hunter, and the effect of the seal is therefore even more powerful.

But even so, a demon hunter is still just a demon hunter, and cannot compare with a warlock who can draw on the chaotic magic power of the outside world.

The difficulty of the Demon Hunter's Seal is just like a trick for a warlock. Perhaps the Griffin School can make some special research progress, but they are even a minority and an alternative among the Demon Hunters.

All in all, with the great wizard Triss around, Lan's spellcasting skills are totally not up to par.

But the witcher still raised his head and reminded him after dipping the bread in the oil of the pickled olives.

"Don't be impatient. Don't use as much force as you do at home." He looked at the sorceress's burgundy hair under the candlelight. "It's very uncomfortable and dangerous to use up all your strength and not be able to recover. Remember to come back to me."

He didn't explain it very clearly. After all, it was already a breakthrough for the people in the ancient Greek world to accept Triss's identity as a "witch". It would be completely unreasonable to expect them to understand concepts such as chaos magic.

Unless it's like Cassandra, whose abnormal concentration of Isu genes made her not regard herself as an ordinary person from the beginning, and she has actually been to another world and broadened her horizons, then it's understandable.

"Of course, I will remember it. Although I have graduated for a long time, I still vaguely remember the feeling of the low period."

"Besides..." Her eyes scanned the demon hunter's body from top to bottom with a cheerful and ambiguous look, "Of course I won't forget where to replenish my strength. I'm actually quite curious about that feeling."

The sorceress' voice was so charming, like running her fingers through a person's heart and gently scratching it.

"I say," Alcibiades raised his head, "are we really not going to have a feast tonight? I see you are in high spirits. At worst, we can just have our own fun!"

"Thank you, but no thanks."*3
Lan, Cassandra, and Triss looked at each other, then turned around and rejected him in unison.

The handsome Athenian man once again went to drink alone in a low mood.

And the other side.

"It seems that our plans before the competition have been finalized." Triss nodded and said, "We need to find the people and positions that can make decisions on the Olympic Games system, and then 'convince' them."

This is not a simple matter. As Herodotus said, the Olympic Games is already a long-standing event in the Greek world. It covers a wide range.

It is easy to hold the event according to the usual practice, but once you want to change the rules and competition system, and create unprecedented female athletes, then who knows where the resistance will come from in the process.

They need to deal with all of these one by one.

"The first person we need to convince is Thesticles," Herodotus interrupted. "We have to get him to express his willingness to transfer the Spartan athlete's quota to Cassandra. Only then will we have the qualifications to do so. We can also use this qualification to conduct subsequent lobbying."

"He's not a stubborn person. I don't think it will be difficult." The demon hunter made suggestions on the plan. "He's just a little too self-centered. But if Sparta's Olympic glory is placed on him, he will probably be eager to give up his spot."

Thestycles was arrogant and proud, but as a Spartan he undoubtedly had a strong sense of national honor.

"But what about you?" Triss suddenly asked, "From what you said, it seems like you won't help us."

"I have something to worry about," Lan En swallowed the bread dipped in olive oil and said bluntly, "Do you remember the person who received Thesticles today?"

"Kallias!" Barnabas sighed before anyone else could speak, "He is bloodthirsty and competitive! At the same time, his physical strength and endurance seem to be endless! Even among all the Pancrasin champions of the Olympics, he stands out!"

"But more importantly, he has great prestige!" Herodotus added calmly, "He is a senior athlete and has great authority in both the athlete and referee circles. People say that his judgments are never biased."

The historian turned to Cassandra and Triss. "No matter who we have to convince later, I am sure that this person will be on the list."

"But I think there's something wrong with him," Lan said, waving his hand.

Herodotus was puzzled: "But this is the first time you have met, Lan. Are you being too suspicious?"

"Maybe." Lan shrugged, "But when he sent Thestykles into Leonidaion, he saw more of me and Cassandra than the wounded, and he was careful to avoid looking at us."

"Perhaps he recognized you," Herodotus continued in a soft voice, not hurriedly speaking, "After all, the legends of the two of you, the Falconer and the Son of Titan, are spreading throughout the Greek world."

"No matter whether I am suspicious or not, we can find out by checking it out." Lan En's words left the others speechless, and their itinerary and goals for the next few days were also decided.

Only Alcibiades was left, poking the lampreys in his ceramic bowl with a knife out of boredom, mumbling something to himself.

"You guys really have no sense of humor... I should have asked Phidias to come over for the feast earlier."

"Phidias?" Lan En caught the Athenian handsome man mumbling, a little surprised, "Shouldn't he stay in Athens? Why did he go to Olympia?"

Alcibiades waved his hand. Apparently, this matter seemed quite boring to him and he had not bothered to talk about it before.

But since Lan En asked, he still talked about it casually.

"It is the time of the Olympic Games, my dear Lan. The Temple of Zeus needs to ensure the condition of the world-famous statue of Zeus."

“It must be as majestic, neat, and perfect as if it had just been carved! Only in this way can the pilgrims be convinced and feel the gaze and majesty of the gods.”

Alcibiades spread his hands and said, "Apart from our great sculptor, Phidias, who else could have such a skill? After all, the statue of Zeus was originally carved by him."

"Wow." Lan En let out a small cheer. "Looks like I'll have time to catch up with my old friend. It's been a while since we last saw each other."
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Early the next morning, Lan came out of Alcibiades' courtyard.

Located in the suburbs of the city, in this era, there are green meadows and vast fields outside the gate.

Under good lighting, the wild myrtles and pansies outside the yard exude a fresh herbal fragrance in the morning.

Lan removed most of Smaug. His size was not too conspicuous because of the hybrid of humans and Isu in this world.

However, this set of dragon armor mixed with the wild style of the New World is really unique around the Mediterranean.

The invading Persians all looked much kinder in their armor than he did.

With only the armor on his left arm left, Lan separated from Cassandra and the others and entered Olympia alone from another direction.

Pilgrims and event spectators continue to flock to the complex, while those who have already arrived are touring or worshipping around Olympia's famous landmarks.

The Olympic Games seemed to be the peak of tourism in the Greek world during this era, and it would not be different in the future.

Lan En originally came here with the idea of ​​visiting ancient monuments and participating in history, but the temples and various landmarks are not easy to get to, and when there is something to do, Lan En prefers to do business first.

They all got up very early today. In the lazy and casual ancient Greek era, few people would start to get busy at seven or eight in the morning.

But Kassandra needs to get Thesticles to give up Sparta's place in the competition first, and this matter must be done quickly.

Now is the time when the Peloponnesian War is in full swing. Although it is the period of the Holy Truce, it would be a great thing for the Delian League if Sparta could lose the title of the Pancrassian Tournament.

There must be many people who want to confirm that the Spartan player is injured and misses the game.

Lan En also has his own reasons.

The witcher was sitting casually under the shade of a willow tree outside Leonidaon's courtyard. The linen hood on his head covered his dazzling silver hair and face, making people feel that he was just an ordinary traveler who was taking a rest on the ground.

But the amber cat's eyes fell on the red-tiled roof of Leonidaon as Lan slightly raised the brim of his hood.

"Meow~!"

A cat's meow that was equally inconspicuous.

The three colored little heads of the fluff balls appeared on the red tile roof and shook their heads in Lan's direction from a distance.

The distance is very far, the cat's head is very small, and the movements are not large.

But Lan En's enhanced eyes saw it clearly.

"Why don't you stay in Leonidaon at night, but keep the room?"

The witcher's mouth curled up slightly.

Well, this guy seems even more abnormal now.

Lan stood up from the shade of the willow tree and raised his hand as if stretching, but his palm was waving at Elu Cat.

(End of this chapter)