Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1769 1741. Admission
The Olympic Games were held in a grand and lively atmosphere.

The entire Olympia Valley was decorated with lights and the grand sacrificial scene was filled with the aroma of meat and burnt smoke.

The marble floor was covered with petals of various colors, and even the pool on the street looked like a bathtub of petals.

Strips of cloth of various colors were wrapped around the countless marble pillars in the city, and the statues of wise men and warriors that could be seen every few steps were repainted to look brand new.

A thousand arms are waving, a thousand mouths are cheering!

Colorful Greek robes wrapped the bodies of these people, some poor and some noble, and made them praise the name of the god worshipped in each temple as they passed by.

The destination of the crowd is undoubtedly the Olympic Games venue.

The venue had been well-maintained to accommodate all the spectators. The marble steps were stacked up diagonally, like a large theater. The spectators sat on them in rows, while the athletes were ready to go on the sand.

"Athletes, assemble! Pankrasin's contestants, come here! Let's finalize the roster, quick!"

A man with curly hair sticking to his forehead due to sweat was shouting at the side of the field while holding a tablet.

Athletes from various city-states had to travel long distances to Olympia to compete. Some had even just arrived last night, while others encountered accidents during the journey and would never arrive.

Therefore, before each Olympic Games started, the organizers had no idea which people from which city-states would come to the Olympia Valley to participate in the competition.

So we can only check the number and information of participants over and over again.

Cassandra was standing outside the venue at this time, surrounded by a group of relatives and friends.

Except for Thestycles, all the people that the Adrestia had brought from Sparta were present.

He discussed with Lan En about a bodyguard job that night, and then he devoted himself to his duties. Or rather, he had no time to spare.

Even Alcibiades was there; the chariot race he had signed up for wasn't until three days later, so he had time to watch.

"Olympics! Olympics!" Barnabas said excitedly, "Take a deep breath, Cassandra, do you feel the excitement in the air?!"

He was with a group of the crew, shaking his fist and shouting at Cassandra.

On the contrary, the falconer who was about to go to the competition put his hands on his hips and said, "It's me who's going to compete, Barnabas... Are you going to be so excited these days?"

"Gods, of course!"

Cassandra pouted, "Then I guess I have to find a chance to win faster."

"Come on!" Barnabas complained. "Come on, you must be able to sense something! Zeus and Hera will be watching the warriors compete for the championship! Maybe through Ikaros' eyes! This is the immortal Olympian Valley!"

"Hey, Barnabas, stop pressuring me!"

Cassandra has seen the world and has experienced countless critical and dangerous moments.

But as a Greek, she has been exposed to the glory of the Olympics since she was a child. She would be lying if she said she wasn't excited to stand on the Olympic arena today.

The falconer moved his joints, making crisp sounds, and continued to take deep breaths to adjust his mindset.

"Everything is arranged."

Triss stood aside with her arms folded across her chest, encouraging Cassandra.

"We have greeted more than a dozen referees and priests from various temples. You will naturally stand on the field as a woman! No one will say a word."

"Of course," Triss shrugged, "It's just limited to being able to stand on the field. If I had been given more time before, I might..."

"That's enough!" Cassandra interrupted the sorceress. "As long as I can stand on this field, I will defeat all my opponents and win the championship! The gods will bear witness, it will be fair and glorious!"

The falconer looked at the sorceress seriously. They had met many important figures in the Olympics together before and "lobbyed" them one by one.

But Cassandra didn't understand magic after all, and she didn't know whether Triss really didn't make some "extra arrangements".

The sorceress looked at Cassandra, then smiled and shook her head, the delicate burgundy braid beside her cheek swaying.

"Don't worry, this is your game and your honor, I won't interfere and tarnish it."

"Thank you, Triss." Cassandra smiled after receiving the promise. "I will thank you in bed with Lan later."

When the falconer spoke seriously just now, he naturally had a military aura like steel, stiff and insistent.

But then it turns back to a free and unrestrained style. The transition is sudden but also natural.

Because this is Cassandra's style, the militarized Spartan and the free mercenary, the two identities and styles of doing things are combined into this Aegean beauty.

The sorceress, who was already a little accustomed to it, curled her lips and said, "Let's talk about it when we can see the person."

Lan En left immediately after that night, saying that he wanted to see the three statues scattered across the Aegean Sea. No one knew what had gone wrong with him all of a sudden.

Anyway, he hasn't come back until now.

This made Cassandra, who was about to play, feel a little regretful. In response to Triss's complaint, the falconer laughed loudly and began to take off his equipment and handed it to Barnabas and the crew for safekeeping.

He took off his armor and sandals and stepped barefoot on the sand.

Take off the anti-friction clothing under the armor, leaving only the underwear and bra. It's like a bikini for playing on the beach.

The climate around the Mediterranean is already hot, and the Olympics are held in the summer.

It is already very uncomfortable for athletes who have to participate in high-intensity physical competitions, and in order to make it easier for the audience to see clearly and for the referees to make sure that no one is carrying cheating props, most athletes only wear a pair of underwear at most.

If it's extremely hot, or if you want to pursue extreme lightness, it's okay for athletes to be completely naked.

After all, related human statues are not rare objects in Greece, and people have seen a lot of them.

As the first female Olympian to ever compete in the sport, Cassandra was wearing a lot.

When the clothes were taken off, the falconer's healthy muscle lines and beautiful bronze body were revealed.

"Hey~"

Alcibiades, who was watching and cheering, couldn't help but whistled.

"Look at this heavenly hot body! Give it some oil, Cassandra! Otherwise it would be a shame!"

"Oil?" Cassandra smoothed her braid that was draped over her left shoulder. "That's fine. It will relax the muscles."

In places like the Aegean Sea where the sun shines brightly, applying oil is as common a practice as applying sunscreen on the beach.

Initially it was used to protect the skin from sunburn, but later the Greeks discovered how the glossy sheen contributed to the beauty of muscles and body.

"Leave it to me," Triss took the body oil handed to her by Alcibiades, "I want to touch it properly, too."

Cassandra stood there with her arms open.

Alcibiades, who had lost his chance, could only lament: "Red-haired Triss, you are so beautiful that I love and hate you. But it doesn't matter, I'm feeling a little queasy right now."

The sorceress pretended to be regretful and smiled at Alcibiades.

After applying the oil, Cassandra became more beautiful with a healthy and strong appearance. She went straight to the director of the Pankrasin event to check the list.

Barnabas, Herodotus, Triss and others ran to the marble steps to watch and cheer.

“I’m here to compete.”

Cassandra walked over to a group of tall and short men, all wearing only underwear, without any stage fright, and spoke to the person in charge of the event to confirm.

"You? You must be kidding me." The man with curly hair sticking to his forehead held the tablet with an anxious look on his face. "The only thing missing now is Thestycles of Sparta!"

Cassandra glanced at him and emphasized, "He is injured. I am the player who replaced him, Cassandra of Sparta."

The men around burst into laughter, some whistled with teasing and flirting, while others growled in anger as they felt insulted that they had to be on the same stage with a woman.

The falconer ignored him and didn't even turn his head.

Finally, the person in charge was stiff for a moment and he let out a long sigh, as if he had accepted his fate after trying his best.

"Okay, okay, that's what happened. I remember... I'm a woman. Gods, why should I be blamed for breaking tradition?"

The person in charge's low mumbling in the second half of the sentence was almost inaudible.

The people above had already been "lobbyed" beforehand, but in the end, when things really come to be done, it still depends on these little people.

Triss doesn't have enough magic power to influence everyone, and now it's the little guy's last struggle for his own reputation.

Unfortunately, Cassandra was "lobbying" others with Triss throughout the whole process. She knew very well that things had been arranged, so she didn't feel guilty, embarrassed, or retreat at all.

Seeing that he couldn't scare people away, the event manager had no other options. His authority was not that great to begin with.

But the event organizers accepted their fate, while the men who were also Pankrasin contestants became more and more clamorous.

"Spartan woman, do you really want to go on the field? When the fight starts, no one will be able to watch out for your bra being pulled off!"

There were people nearby making a fuss.

"Let her come on! With an extra bra, she'll have an extra handle during a fight. It'll be easy to flip her over!"

Others protested: "This is an insult to the sacred Olympics!"

But the event organizers had already known about this, and many people had agreed to this matter. If the woman didn't want to leave, she would definitely be able to play.

"Save your energy, contestants!" the person in charge shouted angrily, suppressing the clamor, "Save your energy for the competition!"

(End of this chapter)