Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1781 1753. Spartan Traitor

The operation to capture Kalias went as smoothly as expected.

This Olympic referee had only attended Cassandra's award ceremony before walking out of Olympia without any vigilance.

The reason why Kalias was so relaxed was, on the one hand, because of the criminal investigation technology and case-handling ideas of that era, he did not believe that he would be caught poisoning others.

On the other hand, his official identity as a member of the cult is still the respected former gladiator and referee of Pankrasin.

According to Olympic custom, he should have judged the event, held the award ceremony, and crowned the champion before leaving the venue. Otherwise, it would have caused controversy.

When Callias walked out of the celebrating Olympia, and headed for the Fortress of Croebus, ready to withdraw from this Olympic Games that no longer had anything to do with him, Lan was already waiting for him on the road.

When the witcher appeared in front of him, this muscular, tall and strong old man with gray beard and hair was still muttering.

He complained that he was extremely unlucky in this Olympics and that he gained nothing.

He wanted to explore the tomb of the first champion of the Olympic Games, but the soldiers sent to protect Phidias were killed by bandits, and in the end only the sculptor was lucky enough to return.

He was just about to cause trouble for Phidias and force him to tell him whether he had found anything in the ancient tomb, but Deimos came out and assigned him a task. The other party was notorious, so he dared not refuse to do it.

After completing the work as planned, the sculptor's workshop was burned down and became the 'place where the Pegasus God descended', and was directly enclosed and worshipped by the Temple of Zeus.

Although he didn't know whether Phidias was dead or not, he had no right to interfere.

Demos didn't know whether he had finished his work and left, or what. Anyway, this cult's thugs always looked down on others and rarely informed others of their itinerary.

Most people in the cult just went along with him in order to keep this sharp knife useful.

Kalias was thinking with resentment, and then he saw Lan En standing in the middle of the road.

He was a little wary at first, after all, this was in the wilderness, but his vigilance only lasted until Lann lifted his hood.

The moment the iconic silver hair, features and figure appeared, Kalias knew who he was facing.

It is no longer advisable to rely on the hidden identities of the cult members. After all, the other party is blocking the road in the wilderness, so they will definitely know who we are.

After recognizing the reality, Kalias immediately tried to mobilize his anger and release adrenaline in his body.

In any fighting technique, controlling emotions is a required course.

Although Pankrasin is relatively primitive, he also knows that anger can enhance strength. Kaliyas himself is an Olympic champion-level gladiator.

But unfortunately, all this is meaningless in front of Lan En.

Kallias also seems to have a good artifact, which is very simple and practical in enhancing physical fitness.

But the gap is too big. In terms of physical strength, with the enhancement of the artifact, his explosive punching force can reach more than one ton. In terms of skills, Pankrasin is still a primitive martial art.

So it took less than two seconds in total, starting from the moment Kalias made contact with Lan.

Two seconds later his neck was in the witcher's hand.

The force exerted by the tiger's mouth cut off the blood flow to the carotid artery under the skin. Due to the lack of blood and oxygen supply to the brain, in less than ten seconds, Kalias's eyes rolled back and he lost consciousness.

In fact, the semi-comatose state on the verge of losing consciousness is very suitable for a female sorceress to perform mind-reading and other operations, but just now we were in a hurry and Triss was not around.

Besides, since we have to take the prisoners to Sparta as witnesses, there is still plenty of time.

Cassandra saw that she had obtained evidence that exposed the members of the Cult of Order within Sparta, and even her brother returned to her side.

The hope of returning to her family even made her less concerned about the glory of being an Olympic champion.

After putting on the laurel wreath, Cassandra did not stop. Almost as soon as she said hello to Alcibiades, she set off with Deimos to the port of Elis and return to the Adrestia.

However, the original Spartan contestant, Thestycles, was more seriously injured in the battle to protect Phidias, and Olympia was now unusually lively.

This silly, narcissistic big guy said he wanted to play here for a while longer.

So Lan En and the others had no choice but to entrust him to the care of Phidias. The sculptor had no hesitation in accepting the offer from this bodyguard who had tried his best to protect him.

At the same time, Phidias was indeed extremely talented and had amazing attainments in studying ancient patterns and sculptures.

Lan had only taken the time yesterday to give him the clues he had gotten from the three legendary statues. Although Phidias was still in shock and was very busy because of the collapse of the workshop, he immediately figured out the secret of the statues.

He sorted the three pattern clues that Lan En had collected and pointed out the location of an ancient fortress. God knows how he got so many clues from just a few patterns. Anyway, according to him, if nothing unexpected happened, there must be a good artifact waiting for them in that ancient fortress.

Lan was not very interested in this, after all, he did not have Isu genes. After passing the news and clues to Cassandra, he no longer cared about it.

Return to the Adrestia and set sail.

The bright and clear Aegean Sea has rolling waves and fresh water vapor.

During the time on the ship, Triss helped read the inner thoughts of Kallias, a member of the cult.

In the magical Middle Ages, because this ability of sorcerers was very common and most of them were at the top of the social class, their ability was well-known... or infamous.

After all, no one wants their most private things - their thoughts and ideas - to be passively exposed to people other than themselves.

But since this ability exists in the world, we have naturally developed ways to fight against it.

Want to be "unsolvable"? It's not that easy. Do you think everyone else is trash?
Ordinary people who have undergone a certain level of training can disguise their shallow thoughts, or simply use trash talk, worthless images and emotions to "block" the warlock's mind-reading ability.

But no one in this world can read minds, and without a 'spear', no one will develop a special 'shield'.

Kaliyas is a determined fighter. He was able to train his pankrasin to the level of an Olympic champion. If the suffering he went through were placed on an ordinary person, it would probably make him want to die.

However, without targeted training, no matter how strong his will was, he would find it difficult to cope with having his mind read by the sorceress while he was in a semi-comatose state.

Finally, Kallias, who was locked in the cabin and had his neck pinched by Lan for the seventh time, with his carotid artery cut off from supplying oxygen to his brain, had all the useful memories in his brain reviewed several times by Triss.

Confirm that nothing will go wrong.

"He thinks he belongs to the Peloponnesian League?" Leaving Callias in the lower cabin, Triss walked in front of Lan and onto the deck, her expression a little strange. "Isn't this... the name of the city-state alliance led by Sparta?"

The sorceress has been in this world for some time and has come into contact with many people by helping Cassandra lobby the organizers of the Olympics.

Of course, we are already aware of the war that is now in full swing and sweeping across the Aegean Sea.

Lan was not surprised to hear the information that Triss read from Callias's thoughts.

"There are many factions within the Cult of Kosmos. They are just united under the general philosophy of the Cult. Each faction actually has its own philosophy."

Lan En explained to her casually.

Like the first member of the Cult of Kosmos that he and Cassandra met, Elpino belonged to a faction called the Eye of Kosmos, who believed that only by mastering intelligence could one control the world.

The faction that Kallias belongs to directly shows which side they represent in the current situation in the Aegean Sea.

"Kalias's faction is called the Peloponnesian League? Interesting. Then I guess there should be another faction called the Delian League within the Cult of Kosmos, which just happens to include both sides in the war... The Cult of Kosmos really dares to put itself in a position above the war."

Despising war, and thinking that they can control the direction and intensity of war... This is a common problem among many madmen and strong men throughout history.

But based on Lan's superficial study of the world history of his hometown, it seems that there is basically no one who can really do it.

On the command deck of the Adrestia, Cassandra, who was directing the course, saw Lan and Triss coming up from below deck.

She leaned over the railing and asked, "Can you confirm this?"

Lan En did not let Triss answer immediately. Instead, he waited until he stepped onto the command platform and there were only a few people around him before speaking.

"Confirmed." The demon hunter looked at Cassandra who was waiting anxiously, "The member of the Cult of Kosmos in Sparta is Pausanias, one of the two kings."

"Malacca?!"

Lan thought to himself that Cassandra's way of expressing surprise was exactly the same as her brother's.

After she exclaimed, she realized the weight of the news and quickly looked around, lowering her voice.

"King Pausanias? That... doesn't make sense! He's already the king!"

The witcher just shrugged. Barnabas was as surprised as Cassandra, and quickly covered his mouth as he almost screamed.

Herodotus, as always, spoke softly but clearly as a "think tank consultant" to the falconer: "If you think about it carefully, this is not unreasonable."

"Cassandra, Pausanias is the king. But being the younger and less prestigious of the two kings is nothing compared to holding all the power and making the mighty Sparta run according to one's will. This is something that every person in power would be fascinated by."

(End of this chapter)