Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1795 1767. Camp
Lann wants to cause trouble for the local branch of the Cult of Kosmos, both to help Cassandra settle some of her old grudges and for that strange artifact.

Under the arrangement of the Cult of Kosmos, Leandros deceived too many Greek warriors, and he himself did not actually believe in the existence of the Minotaur.

But the amazing thing is that the 'Swordfish' who forced him to use his good tongue and eloquence actually believed in the existence of the mythical monster with the head of a minotaur and the body of a human.

Swordfish's "faith" was a glaring abnormality in Lan En's eyes.

Each member of the Cult of Order has a high-level artifact on him. He is not a country bumpkin who has never seen the world. To make him look like this, he must have encountered something beyond his usual imagination.

As the starting point for obtaining this information, a stronghold controlled by the Cult of Order is a good starting point.

Lan En had just arrived and had no idea how the Cult of Order existed in the local area and how deep it was hidden.

He did indeed accurately catch sight of the Minotaur scam that was all the rage in the Pephka region in a very short period of time, and of the two characters involved in this scam: the young tour guide Arsenios and the advertising speaker Leandros.

It was from them that I got the nickname "Swordfish".

But further information is obviously not that easy to find. Cult members often hide themselves very deeply.

But as long as he finds a stronghold of the Cult of Order, the letters, documents, seals, and other things inside will become guides for his next move.

Instinctively, Leandros didn't dare to breathe, but his reason told him to keep breathing even if he didn't dare to, because he needed to appear as normal as possible.

"I am just showing him the way. My life is in his hands! I have no selfish motives! Yes! I have no selfish motives!"

The eloquent advertising spokesperson suggests this to himself in his heart.

But the next moment...

"What does your daughter look like?"

A word suddenly came out of the mouth of that tall and strong man, stronger than any Greek warrior that Riondros had ever received and deceived.

Leandros' heart almost stopped beating for two beats!

"What are you talking about?" He pretended to be appropriately confused.

"I said I would rescue your daughter. After all, it's just a matter of convenience." Lan En curled his lips, "Can you please stop treating me as a hero in some legendary story? I won't kill or have sex indiscriminately, nor will I kill someone's father in their home."

The heroic epics of ancient Greece may have the word "hero" in their names, but many people think that the actions of the protagonists in the epics are not...like what a hero would do.

The legendary style is in line with Greek mythology.

Therefore, people living in ancient Greece, on the one hand, longed for a hero to fall from the sky because of the harsh production and living conditions, but when the hero really appeared, they would become afraid.

"Ah!" Leandros scratched his neck awkwardly, "Your justice and kindness are as bright as the sun of Helios!"

Fortunately, he had such an eloquent tongue that he could easily praise people.

"Please let me lead the way!" Then, Liandros showed a persistence that was completely different from his previous slickness. "I go to Zakros every evening, hoping to see my daughter."

Lan En glanced at him. Although the other party was still uneasy, he did not avoid him.

This is because Liandros used himself as a guarantee and sent himself to Lan En.

He was showing his sincerity to the demon hunter: if the place he mentioned was not occupied by the Cult of Kosmos, then Lan would turn around and settle the score with him immediately.

In return, he wanted his daughter back safely.

This is a silent understanding and agreement.

Lan agreed.
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The next day, after Leandros finished his morning Minotaur Prize Challenge advertising presentation at the town gate as usual, he quietly met up with Lan on his way home for lunch and prepared to head to their destination.

It was actually Leandros who arranged the witcher's food and lodging last night.

He did not bring Lan En to his home as a guest, but instead found a distant relative in the town and paid for the arrangement.

According to him, because of his eloquent tongue, his project's performance was really good. Or, the Cult of Order targeted him because of his reputation.

Anyway, as an important asset, he is now actually under surveillance to a certain extent.

If he revealed that he was cheating, or was looking for help, or was even passive, the punishment would fall on Amara.

For more than two years, he could not even tell the truth to his own wife. She could only say that he had sent his daughter to a temple for education.

Before going home yesterday, he wiped the wall dust off his face before daring to go back.

He admitted that Lan En's arrival actually gave him hope and relief.

His disappearance during lunch time was actually equivalent to breaking off relations and stopping acting.

Lan En's strength and hostility towards the masked man made him seize this fleeting opportunity without hesitation and want to save himself and his family.

In the hot temperature close to that of Africa, even the wild grass turns a withered yellow color.

In the shade of wild grass, Lan and Leanders came to this area controlled by the Cult of Order. It was hard to say whether this place was an ancient relic, a construction site, or an outpost.

Because there is indeed a main building here, which is dilapidated, collapsed and scattered, and it looks like it has a history of more than a hundred years.

However, in the middle of the site there were also pulleys and scaffolding from the ancient Greek era and other construction tools, and five- or six-story-high sentry towers were erected in key locations.

It looks like a base with mixed functions.

"Okay, here we are!"

Even before he got close to the base, Leandros had already subconsciously lowered his voice.

His voice was rapid and filled with a mixture of fear and excitement.

As he spoke, he untied the Greek robe he was wearing, revealing the skirt armor and breastplate underneath the robe.

Because Crete is the southernmost island in the Aegean Sea, the protective gear here is actually the simplest due to the hot temperatures.

Lan En looked at the preparations for the war made by Leandros with some surprise. He was a little surprised that this man who could be called a pioneer in advertising was actually prepared to fight in with him.

He thought this guy wouldn't be so courageous.

"But what's in this bag?" But in comparison, Lan En's surprised expression was obviously more focused on a big bag on his body.

Leandros quickly opened the bundle and put the contents on his head.

It was a rather large bull helmet—not a horn helmet, but a bull helmet.

The overall process should be to simply clean the head of a cow, then cover it with cowhide, modify the inside and then carry it on the shoulders.

If you want to say it can withstand a few blows, it may be able to withstand a few blows. But this thing should still appear on the prop rack of the theater stage.

"In the previous Minotaur challenge with prizes, I am the Minotaur at the end! I am wearing this!"

Leandros struggled to put on his clothes. His heavy breathing was not sure whether it was due to tiredness or nervousness.

"I've faced countless of the most famous warriors in the Greek world while wearing this helmet! Even though most of the time I was just acting, yelling, and threatening, but... this thing gives me courage!"

"You are indeed brave," Lan said to him in a joking but serious tone, "It is an honor to fight alongside the Minotaur."

No matter what, as an ordinary person, Leandros was ready to fight the enemy who kidnapped his daughter as soon as he saw hope. The courage he showed for his daughter was real.

"That's right, that's right!" Leandros murmured in a self-hypnotic tone, and finally even made an excited bull cry, "Moo!"

"Well, there's no need to learn to moo like a cow."

Liandros was obviously very embarrassed. He immediately stopped calling out, "You're right."

Zakros was close at hand, but in the end, Lan En did not let Leandros go with him.

After all, the old father does have a lot of courage for his daughter, but physical fitness and combat skills are things that cannot be transformed by courage alone.

If he gets involved, it will probably just cause more trouble.

Lan En placed him outside the camp and told him to find two horses first and leave with his daughter as soon as they rescued the people. Otherwise, Lan En was not afraid of anything, but was afraid that arrows and accidents would injure ordinary people like them.

Lan En thought so in his mind, but it did not hinder the movements of his hands.

"Woo!!!"

With his back against the rammed earth wall beside the door, the person who just walked out of the door had no idea what was happening.

He felt a sudden blackness in front of his eyes, and then an unrivaled force pulled his head and face to the side.

The power was so great that he thought he was just a kitten or a puppy.

There was no sound of resistance or friction from his footsteps on the yellow earth, because his feet were pulled off the ground in the first instant.

The muffled groan held in the palm of the hand had not yet finished when there was a "click" sound.

The sound of the cervical vertebrae breaking in the skin and flesh of the neck is also muffled.

Lan En gently placed the corpse, which had suddenly lost its movement, on the ground, but did not deliberately cover it up.

He was sneaking in in a covert manner, mainly because he was afraid that if he alerted the people in the camp, these people from the Cult of Order would become desperate and kill the hostages and destroy the documents and letters.

But given his efficiency, it is basically impossible for there to be any mobile enemies where he passes.

Those guards who patrol periodically will basically have no chance to complete another patrol.

So he just covered the man's mouth to prevent him from screaming. But he didn't care about the body and just threw it away.

(End of this chapter)