Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1785 1757. Alexios
Through the memory link brought by the Spear of Leonidas, Alexios saw in just a moment what happened from Kassandra's perspective on the day he was thrown off the cliff as a baby.

The wall of lies that the Cult of Order had built with information asymmetry was torn to pieces in the face of genuine memories.

In order to save him that day, his sister not only killed someone for the first time in her life, but later she also took the same path as him and was thrown off a cliff.

The foundation of lies was cut off, and Alexios was indoctrinated in the cult to "hate those who never protected their families."

But now he knows that his family has fought to protect him, but they failed due to their lack of ability, and almost lost themselves in the end.

Alexios is not a useless person who blames others for his fate. His family has tried hard to save him, but as long as he himself cannot be saved, he will be full of resentment.

He didn't blame Cassandra for her failure at the time.

Of course he thinks he is very powerful, but even he could only hide aside and watch helplessly when a lion tore his friend apart as a child.
Cassandra was even younger than he was when he encountered the lion. So what could a little girl do even if she risked her life?
To be pretentious: what Alexios wants is an attitude, an attitude that his family has not abandoned him and has worked hard for him.

Only Myrrine and Cassandra could prove that they did have this attitude at the time, and Alexios' resistance and hostility would be broken in an instant.

Like now.

With tears in her eyes, Myrrine walked to Alexios, who was kneeling on the ground, and pulled him up.

Then he hugged Cassandra.

Three people with high concentrations of Isu genes hold in their hands an Isu artifact that has been passed down from generation to generation in their family.

With the help of these powers, their memories and emotions were communicated quickly in an instant.

From the perspective of an outsider, that is, Lan En, it was just like a family that had been separated for a long time was hugging each other with tears and laughter.

But the moment the hug began, the three of them seemed to suddenly become familiar with each other.

Even the originally stiff hugging posture became soft and intimate, as if the decades of separation had disappeared in an instant.

The witcher approached them on the marble slabs of the temple ruins.

"It seems..." Lan En said teasingly, "I came at the wrong time?"

Among the three people hugging each other, Cassandra and Myrrine laughed and reached out to him at the same time.

The falconer still had tears on his face: "No, you came at the right time."

The mother and daughter took Lan's hand and pulled him into the hug.

It is also a symbol of bringing him into the family.

What a pity... Alexios, who had felt very warm just now, suddenly felt awkward.

Lan pretended not to feel him.

Anyway, even if Alexios secretly threw a tantrum, Lan's arm span was enough to easily hug the three opponents together.
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It was a day of great emotion and significance for Cassandra's family, and night was falling.

The huge and bright moonlight poured down from the Aegean Sea, and the ancient Greek world was no less frantic in its use of lighting than in its consumption of resources on architecture.

On both sides of the town's marble streets, there is a large brazier every few steps that never goes out at night, consuming a large amount of firewood all night long.

The residents even hung oil lamps at their doorsteps.

Therefore, the night is not as dark and empty as it was in the early days of civilization.

On the contrary, the peach trees in Sparta bloomed peach blossoms, as well as marigolds and dahlias. Their pink and orange petals were mixed with green or yellow leaves, dancing in the flickering firelight, bringing fragrance and beauty.

In the old house that Cassandra had just officially taken back today, Myrrine had been busy since she came down from Mount Taygetus, wanting to celebrate the return of her son with the most sumptuous dinner of the day.

This idea felt very familiar to Lan En: no matter how to celebrate later, when something good happens, you still have to have a good meal first.

It’s said that some parts of Greece are quite similar to some parts of China.

As the elder present, Myrrine distributed a large plate of smoked pork leg in the middle of the table to her two children, Lan and Triss, and the celebratory dinner of family reunion began.

"I was born here," Alexios said as he took some more figs and pomegranate seeds from the ceramic plate in front of him and put them on his plate. "But now I'm back here to eat... It makes me feel so complicated."

"It will be alright," Myrrine placed her hand with her son's and smiled at him, "You'll get used to it soon."

After reuniting with his family and remembering the memories of the broken spear, Alexios confirmed that he was not abandoned by his family.

This confirmation seemed to make him less aggressive and irritable. His originally ferocious and furious temperament was now lifted and disappeared like a veil.

This is certainly a good thing for this family and for him personally, but...how to put it?

Sitting across from him at the table, Lan En felt that this guy had become even more... silly? He even had some signs of being sunny and cheerful.

Is the big sun of the Aegean Sea so nourishing?

Or is it that once the depression and cynicism in one's heart disappear, one's true self gradually emerges?
"Your armor is on the ship, but Herodotus is keeping the Sword of Damocles for research." Lan En cracked a walnut. "When are you going to get it back?"

"Ah? That's fine too."

Alexios' voice was deep and heavy, and seemed intimidating when he spoke in a fierce tone, but once he became cheerful, it seemed that the young man was very honest.

"Although I am not used to having no armor and no weapons, I am not in a hurry."

Lan En raised an eyebrow, realizing that the other person still seemed a little unnatural when interacting with him.

"By the way," Lan asked Alexios in the light of the oil lamp, as if by accident, "I don't know how old you are, Alexios."

"Me?" He was a little surprised. "If the people of the Church of God didn't lie to me about this, then I should be twenty-four years old."

"You are indeed twenty-four years old now." As the person with the most say in this matter, Myrrine confirmed.

"Ah, so we are about the same age!" Lan smiled at Alexios, then turned to his sister. "And by that calculation, Cassandra, you are thirty-one?"

The falconer shrugged indifferently. She didn't have any age anxiety that women usually have. Maybe it was because she had always been beautiful.

Lan picked up the ceramic cup of wine and greeted his brother-in-law across the table.

"We can have a drink together... I should have only reached your age in the past few years."

"Age? Catching up with me?" Alexios didn't understand, but it seemed that the similar age brought him closer to Lan, so he didn't act pretentiously and raised the glass to drink it all.

After he finished drinking, he complained: "Uh, what you said made me a little confused...Mom, did I drink too much?"

How can we catch up with age? Unless the older person dies first, after a year, won't everyone grow one year older at the same time? Will the gap remain the same?

But this doesn't quite hold true for Lan.

He first fought Deimos during the Great Plague of Athens when he was in his early twenties.

But now, Alexios was twenty-four, and Lan's physical age was already twenty-four or twenty-five.

After adventures in many worlds, Lan En is becoming more and more mature from a boy.

"Aha!" Cassandra drawled, hugging her brother's shoulders and leaning over to refill his empty ceramic cup. "That's a hard thing to say. It took me a long time to understand it when I first heard it."

“You call that understanding?” Triss glanced at the falconer helplessly.

The question of how the flow of time between worlds changes was so profound that she felt Cassandra had merely remembered Lan's current age.

The falconer was not annoyed, he just shrugged and continued to have fun.

"But no matter what, you must be the most outstanding warrior and warrior in the whole world." Alexios sighed with a bit of depression, "I couldn't last half a minute in front of you. I don't believe there is anything in this world that can defeat you."

"Thank you." The demon hunter nodded politely, "But it's not your fault that you didn't last half a minute. The Sword of Damocles lacks a lot of functionality compared to the Spear of Leonidas."

"But the golden light of that sword is very powerful, whether it is for defense or attack. It is a simple and crude weapon suitable for combat."

"But the gap between us is... not small. This simple and rough approach will leave you less room to maneuver in front of me, but it will be a straightforward solution."

Lan chose his words carefully and adopted a gentler approach, but Alexios still looked depressed.

"But how can you be so strong?" Alexios spread his hands on the table, his eyes wide open, "When we were in Athens, you were obviously not as good as me!"

"He's been through a lot of adventures and battles, as well as learning, Ali." Cassandra patted her brother's shoulder to comfort him.

"Fight? Adventure? Study?" Alexios sat up straight, and the Greek boy stood at attention! "I can do it too! I've done it before! But how can I be as efficient as you?"

Whether it was the Spartan bloodline or the education of the Cult of Order, the pursuit of becoming stronger had become Alexios's subconscious habit.

"This matter... is also a little hard to say." The witcher scratched his head.

Then Cassandra interrupted and said, "But if you want, you can go with him. He's actually short of staff. He even asked me to help him before."

"Of course!" Alexios patted his chest quickly, "I can do it!"

(End of this chapter)