Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1768 1740. Poison
The moonlight shone on the Olympian Valley, and the flags of Athens and Elis hung at the gate of the fortress fluttered slightly in the evening breeze.

The thick city walls made of piled-up stones could not block Lan En's vision.

An invisible circle of sensory fluctuations spread out.

Although there was a real wall in front of him, Lan En lowered his head, his eyes focused on the area behind the wall.

In his perception, there was an Athenian soldier lying on the ground and sleeping at the base of the city wall at this location.

The Mediterranean climate means he doesn’t have to worry about the sleeping environment at all. He can just set up a tent, spread out a blanket and go to sleep.

Then Lan looked up again.

He was standing too close to the city wall, and it was impossible for him to see the patrolling soldiers on the wall even if he looked up.

But in Lan's eyes, he could keenly detect the Athenian soldiers walking past the section of the wall above his head, and even the movement of their legs being raised.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk."

Lan En smiled and gasped.

Only now did he understand from personal experience why Cassandra was so quick and smooth in all infiltrations, assassinations, and even assaults.

This perception ability, which is like a combination of perspective and scanning marking, is so advantageous in complex terrain and situations that it is almost like turning on the switch.

With the advantage of real-time intelligence, Cassandra's decision-making speed and accuracy will be extremely powerful, which will bring about overwhelming operational efficiency.

"Single-person radar, auspicious instrument?"

Lan was amazed at the technological prowess of the Isu.

But no matter how much he thought about it, his actions did not slow down at all.

He pointed his left hand upwards at the battlements of the city wall. After the patrolling Athenian soldiers walked away, there was a slight "click" as the machine started up.

The catapult hook had become stuck between the angles of the battlement.

Then, the tough special rope began to shrink. With the help of the mechanical contraction force, Lan En's body became light and agile with skillful and regular breathing. With a dexterity and speed that did not match his strong body, he rushed up to the city wall.

Like the shadow of a cloud drifting in the moonlight.

After climbing up the city wall silently, Lan En looked down from a high vantage point. Except for the third floor which was the highest and leaning against the cliff, the rest of the scenes in the fortress were all visible under his eyes.

Low-light vision plus ultra-long viewing distance.

Lan's eyes are already more powerful than Ikaros's, and although he does not have the Isu genes, he can connect his vision with certain extra lives.

However, there is no problem in combining the marking ability of Eagle Vision with one's own vision.

With a quick glance, all the people on the first and second floors of the fortress, who were either taking a break from their shifts or still on duty with torches, were marked out.

In this case, it is very easy to find Kaliyas.

After all, he had a striking physique, but he did not wear armor and a helmet like the big guys among the Athenian soldiers.

Lan En had already mastered the "Lone Shadow Ninja Technique Book" and used the techniques of silencing, concealment, and stealth with ease.

Silently, Lan En's body was as agile as a giant cat. He bypassed the fire on the city wall and even walked straight past a soldier on duty.

It finally stopped on the section of the city wall above Kallias's head.

If there were patrols approaching on the left and right ends of the city wall, Lan En's senses would detect it much faster than them, and then he would climb over the wall and hang outside the city wall, with basically no chance of being discovered.

But now that no one was coming, Lan En decided to eavesdrop first.

It just so happened that Kalias seemed to be peeing at the base of the city wall with someone, and they chatted for a while.

Amid the pattering sounds, Kalias’s deep voice carried a hint of anger and complaint.

"…Who does he think he is?! Who does he think his so-called 'rage' can fool? Does he think we are a bunch of crazy believers of the bloodline worshipers? Malaka!"

The people around Kalias seemed reluctant to express their opinions on this issue and could only agree with him with a reluctant and timid laugh.

"You, you're right. Ha, ha ha!"

But fortunately, Kalias' expectations of him seemed to stop there.

"Only blood worshippers look up to him because of his bloodline! Who else would care about him?" The former Olympic champions were still complaining, "Oh, he still thinks others are really afraid of him and respect him! But who would really respect a fucking knife?"

"He's just a knife! Nothing else! A man without brains and a strong body can only be a knife, right?"

"Yes, yes." The man next to him agreed at first, then hesitated, "So what you mean is... should we still do what he said?"

The sound of peeing stopped, the sound of their talking also stopped, and the atmosphere became heavy.

Then it was Kalías who spoke first.

"Malaca! What on earth does he want to do?" Kalias was confused after a period of silence. "He wants us to make a scene at the Olympics, but what is the purpose?"

"It's just the Olympics. We can manipulate the number of champions of Athens and Sparta, or at least manipulate the odds of the casinos."

"What other meaning is there? What on earth can this affect?!"

The number of Olympic champions is related to the confidence and self-esteem of a city-state, and it has been like this since ancient times.

But can this thing really influence anything? Kalías, the old champion and old referee, was the first to disagree.

"I, I don't know, sir."

"Yeah, you don't know, and I don't know either..." Kalias said in a low voice, "But I have to do it. Because although he is just a stupid knife, a knife can kill people, and I don't want him to kill me." There was another silence for a while.

"Go contact Priem," Kallias ordered, "the merchant who does business in Olympia. I will ask him to be Leonidaon's supplier of wine and vegetables."

"Isn't it just about making some noise? Humph, let's do it!"

Kallias said viciously.

After saying that, he turned and left, going to a two-story cabin in the fortress.

His men did not dare to delay and seemed to be rushing back to the Olympia Valley overnight to implement Kalias' arrangements.

Lan En, who had been quietly standing on the wall above their heads, half squatting and looking down at them, did not move from beginning to end.

In the darkness that the firelight could not reach, the demon hunter lowered his eyes to avoid making his slightly glowing eyes too conspicuous. It was as if he had merged with the darkness.

Eagle Vision had marked Kallias, and in Lan's field of vision, he could see that after the burly man entered the second-floor cabin, he squatted down and seemed to be tinkering with something.

The marking of Eagle Vision is affected by distance. If it is at a close distance, it can not only mark the target organism, but also perceive the outline and position of surrounding inanimate objects.

However, when the marked target creature walks away, then within a certain distance, the marked person's body outline and movements can still be seen like perspective, but inanimate objects cannot be seen at all.

If it is farther away, even the target person who has been marked will be lost.

After tinkering with something, Kalias walked out of the house and went to the open space in front of the main gate of the fortress to start exercising.

He is the Pankrasin champion of previous Olympic Games, and he is still incredibly strong and healthy. If he said that he did not have the habit of exercising regularly, he would be lying.

Lann felt that he could fight much better than all the able-bodied Athenian soldiers in the fortress.

After seeing Kallias go out for exercise, Lan En did not hesitate much. He immediately entered the second-floor cabin quickly and stealthily in the dark.

There were soldiers sleeping on the second floor of the hut, but Lan's movements were gentle and steady, and he made no noise at all.

Based on the movements of Kallias he had just seen, Lan En found a wooden box at the base of the wall on the first floor.

After opening it, I found two small ceramic jars filled with liquid.

"Wow." The demon hunter sighed softly. "That's cruel."

Originally, Lan En, who had eavesdropped on the two men's "urine conversation" on the city wall, thought that what Kalias meant by "making a noise" was to find Leonidaon's wine, vegetable supplier.

If there is some spoiled food, it will cause food poisoning and vomiting and diarrhea for several people.

But in this situation... "Poison?"

Lan picked up the jar and thought about it.

Poison is highly lethal and concealed, but the reason why it is not used on a large scale on the battlefield is because poison is often expensive.

Of course it is worth the money when nobles are assassinating each other, but whoever really uses it on the battlefield will lose money.

At present, Kalías, the Olympic referee, is considered a person of high social status, but he still has to use delicate and small ceramic jars to hold poison.

Just like the small glass bottles that witchers use to store potions and sword oil.

Poison is still medicine after all, and medicine, especially after it is prepared, is often very expensive.

Outside the cabin, Kalías's breathing during exercise gradually became steady. I don't know if it was during the break between sets.

But Lan En had finished it quickly anyway.

He opened the stopper of the small clay pot, poured two drops of the potion on the back of his hand, and then licked it with his tongue.

The stopper was put back in its original place, the pottery jar was put away, and the man walked out of the hut stealthily.

After climbing over the fortress wall silently and landing outside, Lan En's face was calm.

His tongue tasted the drug he had just ingested in his mouth.

He was now certain it was poison, because the witcher's body had already reacted.

His face began to turn pale, and his blood vessels turned black under the pale skin.

"It's not bad," Lan En smacked his lips. "It's a plant-based poison, and the method used is relatively primitive, but it's enough to kill more than a dozen people."

From the tone of his voice, it didn't sound like he was talking about poison, but rather like he was tasting some kind of seasoning.

but……

"Mentos, analyze the ingredients for me."

"Analysis in progress...Analysis completed, six components in total, details have been reported, sir."

"Got it. I have about thirty detoxification ideas here. Pick two of the simplest and most accurate deductions, and then format your ideas into a process and hand them over to me."

"Understood. The mission has been accepted. The mission has been completed and the process has been reported."

"Ha, Olympics." Lan En quickly browsed the plan of the biochemical intelligent computer, and the symptoms of poisoning in his body were rapidly fading away.

The witcher sneered with interest.

"They're all trying to squeeze in some action during the Olympics... Let me see who it is and what they want to do."

(End of this chapter)