Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1770 1742. Poisoning
"I know this is totally unprecedented and against tradition. But to say it's blasphemy against the gods is too much!"

Now, even the tournament director has to make amends for Cassandra.

He suppressed the dissatisfaction of many male players.

"This decision has been unanimously agreed upon by the Temple of Zeus, the Temple of Hera, and the Temple of Demeter! If you want to violate it, that would be blasphemy against the gods!"

Sure enough, once this big hat was put on, no matter how angry everyone was, they stopped talking.

"Also, without this woman participating, Sparta will have no one available for the Pankrasin event, and the number of participants in the event will be in trouble."

After suppressing the noise, the person in charge's voice softened slightly.

"If something goes wrong with Pankrasin's hit project, the audience will even riot! Who can take this responsibility? You? Or you?"

Whoever he pointed at would either avert his gaze or simply lower his head and remain silent.

After subduing the troublemakers, the person in charge waved his hand.

"Alright, everyone, stop talking nonsense. If you want to fight, you can do it during the game! Now, go to the center of the field and draw lots."

The contestants will draw lots from a clay pot on the spot to select their opponents.

Today we have the semi-finals and tomorrow is the final, a total of two days of competition.

Cassandra's appearance not only caused a stir among the contestants, but also made the audience excited.

Some people enjoy watching women fight, especially such a beautiful woman.

They also shouted and encouraged the contestants to quickly tear off the woman's bra and underwear.

Some are angry about the destruction of traditions.

But Cassandra stood in the middle of the arena indifferently.

Pulling clothes?
She would smash the heads of those men who wanted to tear off her clothes before they even touched her!
Coincidentally, Triss thought so too.

She jumped up in the audience and shouted, "Kill all these useless men, Cassandra!"

The venue for the Pankrasin competition was not very big. On the track and field field, they sprinkled lime powder to form a circle with a diameter of about ten meters on the side close to the audience seats.

The opposing athletes begin their battle in this circle.

Pankrasin is a martial art that combines various technical points such as striking techniques and grappling techniques. Although it is relatively primitive, it is also very tough.

The fighting is very tough, and if the level is high enough it can even be entertaining to watch. No wonder it is very popular with audiences in the Olympics.

There was not much nonsense, only the emcee of the competition introducing the players and referees.

Then Kallias was introduced and immediately shouted after the drawing of lots: "In the name of Zeus! Let the battle begin!"

Cassandra's physical and technical abilities are far superior to those of ordinary humans.

When her Spear of Leonidas is upgraded, her Isu genes will be further stimulated and strengthened.

Although she had removed all her equipment, including several artifacts, Cassandra's physical foundation was solid.

From the preliminary round to the semi-final, Cassandra didn't suffer any injuries at all.

She didn't mind breaking noses, snapping fingers, or engaging in life-and-death battles with the warriors, but the group's attitude before the game made the falconer angry.

So it was a complete and ruthless crush.

The shiny skin is now mixed with sweat from exercise, and the healthy muscle contours stand out under the skin, reflecting light.

"Malaca!" cursed a burly man who was a head and a half taller than Cassandra.

But then there was a dull 'bang' sound!
With overwhelming reaction speed and accuracy, the falconer caught the opponent's fist that was swinging from the side.

Then she twisted her hand with her backhand, and the pain from the sprained joint forced the opponent to lower his body in the same direction. Then Cassandra swung her elbow directly at his nose!

The blood spurting out of the nostrils followed the direction of the elbow and splashed outside the circle.

The other person's tall and heavy body fell to the ground like a piece of dead pork. His bloody nose looked crooked.

"ha!!!"

Cassandra was too lazy to look back at her opponent. She turned around, raised her arm, which was still stained with her opponent's blood, to the colorful crowd in the audience, and let out a heavy battle cry!

She looked like an angry and agile lioness!
It's scary and shocking. But isn't this what the audience comes to see Pankrasin for?!
Cassandra's strength, rage, even coldness and toughness are all so perfect.

"Sparta! Sparta!"

The audience, who had originally been critical and disdainful of the female athletes, now slowly began to shout, applaud and cheer.

Pankrasin and Sparta, powerful and cold-blooded violence, have always had supporters in human society.

"Ha ha!"

Cassandra also cheered for the excitement.

She is not afraid of big scenes. She feels happy when the audience cheers for her in the glorious Olympic arena.

"This competition is a great tribute to the gods!" The emcee emotionally mobilized the audience's enthusiasm, "Soon! At the same time tomorrow! We will hold the final of the Pankrasin gladiatorial contest!"

"And the winner of the finals will be a great gladiator and will have the opportunity to face the defending champion! They will compete for the crown of this Olympics!"

People cheered for this, and Cassandra on the field left the stage early. The audience can laugh as much as they want, but the players must stay focused and energetic.

The crowd gradually dispersed and rushed towards another competition venue in Olympia.

And Cassandra found her friends.

They met on the sand beneath the marble auditorium.

"Wonderful! Wonderful!"

Triss and Herodotos were still clapping as they came over.

Barnabas handed the equipment and clothes that were in his charge to the falconer and asked her to put them on.

"The thought that I could be a partner with an Olympic champion is just amazing to me."

The one-eyed old captain said this with pride.

"Me too... um?" Alcibiades was about to interrupt, but he immediately covered his stomach in confusion and discomfort, "If you still need a sparring partner tonight, I too..."

He tried hard to finish his words, because the stomachache came for no reason at all, so much so that he thought it was just a minor physical ailment.

But the situation worsened faster than Alcibiades had expected. A burst of abdominal cramps and reflux in the digestive tract immediately made him feel so uncomfortable that he fell to the ground.

He opened his mouth and started vomiting.

"Alcibiades!" Cassandra immediately squatted down solemnly and held his shoulders.

Barnabas on the other side asked with concern: "Are you okay? What happened?"

The people around him were still stunned by the sudden change, but as a politician who had long used debauchery to hide his ambitions in Athens, Alcibiades was the first person in the group to realize what was happening.

"I, I had dinner with my friends Dimophenis and Callias. It was a banquet held in Leonidaion. The other participants were also respected Olympic judges!"

He believed that he was poisoned and directly described the scene where he was most likely to have ingested the poison.

Sharp and precise, amid the pain of the poison and the powerlessness of the rapid loss of physical strength, Alcibiades gave the clues concisely at the last moment when he could ensure his clarity and rationality.

If every murder survivor in the world could make good use of the tight time like he did, there would probably be fewer detective stories in the world.

However, Alcibiades was indeed sharp and wise, but after hearing the information he gave.

Cassandra and Triss looked at each other strangely, and then the sorceress took out the herbs wrapped in parchment from her pocket.

"How did he say he was going to get this stuff?"

"Cook it slowly over low heat. If you use all of this amount, I remember it would be... 20 cups of water boiled into 5 cups of water."

The falconer and the sorceress spoke while the others looked at them in confusion.
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While the Pancrassian competition of the Olympics was taking place, Phidias' stonemason workshop was not far away, next to the Temple of Zeus.

Thesticles was bored and eating a small bowl of figs.

The bodyguard job he got from Lan at that time was naturally to protect Phidias.

But at the time, Thestickles felt quite lucky.

After all, although I was unlucky enough to get injured and couldn't participate in the competition, I was able to earn some money, so it wasn't a loss at all.

But now, with the Olympics about to begin, tourists are cheering and celebrating everywhere, and the melodious lyre and the piercing avros are playing in the streets.

But the goal of his bodyguard business was not to even go out and watch the Olympics!

He had previously thought that his employer was looking for a bodyguard to help him have fun because there were too many people during the Olympics. He readily agreed, thinking that his employer might even cover his expenses during the trip.

Fun and saves money.

After all, it was the Olympics, and it was in Olympia, so how could anyone not come out to participate in the celebrations and sacrifices?
So, he really just stayed in the workshop?

This is so boring!

"Hey Phidias," the injured Olympian tried again, "talk to the great Thesticles, sculptor. What's so good about your designs? You study them as if you can come up with something special from them."

Phidias was famous, but Thesticles, who was not interested in architectural wonders, was not familiar with him.

And Phidias' response was no different from before.

"This is not 'a few patterns', this is knowledge and information from ancient times! You may not understand it, but I may be able to figure it out!"

"In ancient times?" Thesticles stuffed another sweet fig into his mouth. "What part of Olympia is not ancient? This is the venue for the competitions that honor the gods!"

"Oh." Phidias still stared at the table, "This is much older than Olympia."

Thesticles sighed in boredom, but there was nothing he could do since he had to make money.

But the contrast between the bustle outside and the boredom in the workshop was so great that he actually had the nonsensical thought that it would be good if someone came in and caused trouble just as the timid sculptor feared.

At least he could flex his fists.

...His idea was soon realized.

"Oh!"

The heavy and solid warehouse door of the workshop was kicked open from outside!

(End of this chapter)