Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1796. Pointing Light

One very cruel thing about the real world is that when the gap is big enough, the weak often don’t even know how they died.

In a normal and sound military outpost, the personnel will be in a mobile state to ensure that any changes or gaps in defense forces will be noticed by the military groups here and responded to and supported in a timely manner.

But Lan En was too efficient.

From the moment he began to secretly invade and cleanse the camp, the defense force that was supposed to be constantly rotating had not even had time to make one more round trip before everyone was killed.

His power is completely irresistible to ordinary people, and the demon hunter's sensitive senses allow him to monitor the distribution of personnel in the camp in real time.

Not to mention that his [Clairvoyance] now also combines the stimulation he got from the ancient Isu stele, [Athena's Vision] or [Eagle Vision], which allows him to actually see what is behind obstacles visually.

Being able to directly observe the enemy's movements in a complex architectural environment, this overwhelming advantage in terms of real-time battlefield information is the reason why the ability of "perspective" is called "on" in almost all competitive games.

Cassandra and Alexios possess this ability, which is even higher than the "Eagle Vision" that Lann has obtained. Their performance in complex environments is even more exaggerated.

The fortress is divided into two floors, relying on the natural cave structure on the island.

By the time Lan En had completed a circle following the track in his vision, there were no living people left.

Lan also found the written letter that was his goal in a shed where soldiers were resting.

There are also many small pottery statues of Minotaur on the table, which seem to be made by the soldiers of this stronghold.

All we can say is that this 'Swordfish' really makes the best use of people and resources. Even his warriors have to make Minotaur-related handicrafts, which are then filled in Pefka's fraud market.

Lann removed the small Minotaur statue that was pressing down on a pile of papyrus and picked up the papyrus to read it.

The above content is actually nothing special, just some routine military orders, such as fine-tuning of patrol range and patrol shifts, and the connection of logistical supplies and salaries, etc.

But these letters alone were enough for Lan En.

Dates are indispensable on letters, especially on letters concerning military and material movements.

Combining today's date with the soldiers who were still alive in the stronghold, as well as the execution of the orders on the document and the consumption of supplies, Lan En roughly determined how long the letter had been on the road.

This is equivalent to circling the possible range of the source of the letter with this stronghold as the center.

Then the witcher's nostrils twitched, and he smelled a hint of sea and fish on the stack of letters and documents, which meant that these documents were unlikely to come from the inland area of ​​Crete.

The area that is within the range speculated by Lan En and is close to the sea actually only has a small coastline left.

The possible hiding area of ​​'Swordfish' was suddenly locked down and shrunk by dozens of times!
Lan was unfamiliar with Crete, but if he just asked Liandros, he would know how many fishing villages there were along such a short stretch of coastline.

No matter how much Swordfish hides, it is impossible for him to live in the wild as a savage. A savage in the wild cannot control so many people to do his bidding.

Apart from anything else, how could one get paper and ink in the wild for so many papyri with orders written on them?
Find someone to transport them to a secluded place? Wouldn't that be more conspicuous than hiding in a fishing village?

"I almost found you, Swordfish."

Lan En muttered in a relaxed manner. In his opinion, this matter was not that difficult to handle.

Today was only the second day since he landed on Crete, and he had already discovered the identity of this cult member.

But now, we still have to rescue Andros' daughter first.

Not only because he needed the help of this local tyrant to find the Swordfish, but also because Lan En had already promised him.

This underground floor seems to be used to detain prisoners in this military camp, and there is also a cool underground water spring.

When Lan En came in, there were only two people who had just arrived on their shift, enjoying the rare coolness of Crete.

But after Lann jumped off the ladder, he raised his hand and used the [Alder Seal] with two left arm projectiles.

The two guarding soldiers were also thrown backwards like rag dolls.

However, the sudden death of the guard did not make the prisoners feel relieved. Instead, they started shouting nervously.

There were two people imprisoned, in two cages. One man looked like a wealthy man from the neighborhood, who was captured by the soldiers to extort money, and the other one fit the description of Leandros' daughter.

"No! Please! I've been very quiet! I'm not crying anymore! I, I can keep silent! Please... don't hurt me..." Lan En walked forward and tore the wooden cage that held them apart, making his position clear with his actions. This shocked the two of them and they stopped shouting and crying, and tentatively poked their heads out.

"You are," the witcher frowned, looking at the embarrassed and miserable girl in front of him, "the daughter of Leandros?"

"No, you don't have to look at me like that. It's okay if you don't want to communicate with me. I won't hurt you. This place is safe. You can leave anytime you want."

Lan En looked at her belly with a hidden gaze. The good news in this tragedy was that at least she was not pregnant.

According to Leandros, he had been forced to use his eloquent tongue to serve Pefka's fraud business for more than two years.

His daughter was imprisoned here for two years, during which time...all I can say is that anything could have happened.

Both men and women in ancient Greece were indeed open to sex to a degree that could be called promiscuous.

However, 'taking the initiative to have sex because you want to enjoy it' and 'being violated by force' are two completely different things.

Sex is something that is greatly influenced by the state and mentality of both parties.

The latter will only cause unmitigated harm to both men and women.

Reality is not a pornographic cartoon. Even if she is a masochist, if you kidnap her and use violence without telling her in advance, will she be more afraid and in pain because of the sudden incident, or will she be more enjoying the carnal pleasure?
“Did…Did Dad ask you to come?” Hope appeared in the embarrassed girl’s eyes. “I’ve been waiting and waiting, and waiting and waiting! He didn’t abandon me here! He was just thinking of a way to save me!…Right?”

At the end of her words, she looked at Lan En with hope.

This may be the only psychological support that has kept her going for so long.

"Leandros." Lan En repeated the name to the Aegean girl in front of him seriously, "That's him."

Under the threat of the Cult of Order, Leandros did not dare to act rashly for the sake of his daughter's life. If it were not for him, he would probably still be helpless until now.

But his desire to protect his daughter is beyond doubt. Since this key point is not a problem, let's just skip over the details.

The entire camp had been cleared, and now it was eerily quiet. But Lan En still accompanied the two prisoners all the way to the door, allowing them to breathe a sigh of relief after seeing the light of day again.

"Amara!"

I thought there would be a violent commotion in the camp, but after waiting for more than ten minutes, there was dead silence. Leandros, who was trembling outside, came running over shouting while wearing a bull helmet.

Amara's already injured spirit was frightened by this "Minotaur", and then Lan En asked Leandros to take it off quickly, and then the father and daughter were officially reunited.

There is no need to say much about the tears of joy and the excitement between Liandros and Amara. Lan En just asked some questions after they calmed down a little.

"Is there some kind of village or something on the coastline two days' ride from here?"

As a local, Liandros was very familiar with the situation and answered smoothly after just a moment's thought.

"There is a place on this stretch of coastline. We locals call it 'Fishing Bay'. It is where a group of fishermen go fishing. There is also a signpost. If you go north, it doesn't matter if you deviate from the road. You will definitely see the light of the signpost at night."

Using language alone to describe directional relationships is undoubtedly inadequate.

But it was enough for Lan En, and there was no need to wait until two nights later.

Although Qilin was not around at the moment, with Lan En's current physical condition, he could maintain an extremely fast running speed between the highlands and hills of Crete.

It would take an ordinary person two days to travel this distance on horseback, but he controlled his speed and reached the northernmost coastline of Crete when it was getting dark and the sunlight above the sea level was only a red glow.

Even running at this speed and traveling long distances is not considered to be very strenuous for him now.

Even though his body had not yet been equipped with the [Sweat Gland Improvement Organ], there was not a drop of sweat on his forehead.

Standing on the loess hills, the witcher looked around, and finally saw the "light pointing to the lamp" mentioned by Leandros from the northwest.

Yuwan is less than 200 meters west of the indicator light.

Meanwhile, the witcher sniffed.

"The smell of the sea and fish is normal. But..." Lan En's eyes did not go to the fishing bay at all. Instead, he stared directly at the direction light that was originally used as a signpost by Liandros. "The smell of human blood?"

(End of this chapter)