Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 836 818. Situational Assassination

Phidias' words did not surprise Lan En. Judging from the belief model of this civilization period, this is a normal phenomenon.

"And if that's all, it's not a big deal."

But the tired and depressed expression on Phidias's face now doesn't look like it's just because of the 'plague'.

"Hey."

He sighed deeply.

"Plagues are scary, but what's even more scary is that people's crazy thinking after suffering from the plague is leading everything to a worse place. This is what Socrates said when he talked to me."

"There are a lot of discussions in the city now. Some people say that this is not divine punishment, but that spies of the Peloponnesian League poisoned the city. And later the Spartans' performance of shrinking their troops outside the city was also because of us. In the eyes, this makes people believe this statement even more.”

"The people who believed this rumor were very angry at the Spartans, yes very angry. But what could be done?"

"They have been suppressing us on the land battlefield, and now we are suffering from the plague. Is it possible that we have to go out and fight them outside the city now?"

Lan En's eyes narrowed slightly, and he heard some hint of public opinion conspiracy in this rumor.

Pericles' main political opponent is a brown-haired middle-aged man who is good at inciting the emotions of the masses and taking advantage of them.

"He gave a live speech?"

"At this juncture, he never tried to quell public anger. Instead, he set up a temporary podium outside Pericles' house! He advocated that Pericles was a man who used so-called 'rationality' and 'long-term vision' to cover up his cowardly character. The weakling!"

The Athenians would be angry, and that's normal. But the problem is, if this anger can be transformed into a will to fight against the enemy, it will certainly get twice the result with half the effort.

Phidias added, bowing his head.

Through the education he had received over the past ten years, as well as the knowledge of the Emperor's Children, Lan En was immediately keenly aware of the malice in this rumor.

Lan En crossed his arms sensibly and spoke towards Phidias on the second floor above.

"let me guess."

"What about Cleon?" Lan En immediately captured a name from his impression.

"They've thrown it away."

Just like Phidias and Cassandra now, they still think this is just a rumor. It's still quite a well-founded and well-organized rumor.

But if you are not knowledgeable enough or educated enough, you may not even notice it.

This is political attack, and it's a not-so-subtle kind.

The anger that cannot be expressed to the enemy will not disappear in a vacuum, it will only transfer.

Angry people only think about venting their anger, but they don't think about how to clean up the mess after the anger.

"Cleon is the leader outside Pericles' mansion."

So to whom will this anger be directed?

——The current ruler of Athens, Pericles.

But now as long as the rulers are clear-headed, they should understand that sending troops to attack while suffering from a plague is simply to send people to death.

Phidias said bitterly.

"The door of Pericles' mansion should be overcrowded now? Are the protesting citizens eager to throw garbage at his door?"

Lan En asked with a raised eyebrow.

Speeches are nothing. In the political atmosphere of Athens, speeches and debates are things that citizens like to do under everyone's gaze. The more people pay attention, the more enthusiastic they are.

Because that means prestige and visibility, which is good for future participation in politics.

But when the plague was rampant, talking in a large group of people was spitting

Isn't he afraid of death?

"Maybe he has a divine weapon on him." Kassandra, who was beside Lan En, spread her hands indifferently.

"Or maybe there are subordinates around him who can use artifacts, and they have given him a protective film or something."

"Can the artifact still be used like this?"

Lan En looked at Cassandra in surprise. He still lacked the same understanding of things in this world as the locals.

"It's just a plague." The beauty raised in the Aegean Sea shrugged. She looked at Lan En's surprised expression and expressed that she was also surprised.

"Remember what I told you? I once stabbed a person through the kidney, and then the person knocked me away with a backhand. Compared with this, is it normal to isolate the plague?"

The corner of Lan En's mouth twitched. Although both were outrageous, the two things obviously had different principles. A guy who can withstand a stab from a sharp knife may not be able to withstand a disease.

But in Cassandra's mind, this thing that had no logical relationship was established.

The most important thing is that the stupid beauty was right.

"You should have said this earlier." Lan En slapped his forehead, "Why don't we go straight to Pericles? I was afraid that you would be infected with the plague, so I came here first!"

"You didn't ask! And why do you think I'm so fragile?"

Compared with other women, Kassandra, who was born in Sparta, was obviously more concerned about the fact that Lann regarded herself as very fragile.

She stared at Lan En with wide eyes, and made a fist with her right hand, hitting her Amazon breastplate with a bang.

Brave, confident and strong.

Lan En quickly spread his hands, trying to express that he just didn't mean to say anything, and more importantly, he cared about her.

But then, Lan En's eyes hardened.

He raised his left hand quickly towards Phidias who was watching the excitement on the second floor!

"Click~Click!"

After the mechanical clenching sound, there was the sound of a sharp object rapidly cutting through the air.

The hook lock on Lan En's left arm armor flew straight out under the action of the projector, although it did not reach supersonic speed like when [Alder's Seal] pushed it.

But the activation speed of the mechanical structure is faster than the fingerprint.

Phidias was startled and instinctively shrank to the side.

Immediately afterwards, the hook connected to the rope made of the tanned hyena of the big ferocious jackal suddenly made a snapping sound behind Phidias!

"what!"

Along with the sound of bites, there were screams.

A killer sneaked into the second floor of Phidias's workshop at an unknown moment, and his wrist holding a scimitar was just bitten by Lan En's projectile hook!

The basic requirement of the hook lock of the New World Survey Group is to allow hunters with equipment to hang on dangerous terrain and even move.

This kind of mechanical bite, which can withstand at least hundreds of kilograms of pulling force, crushed the killer's wrist with the iron wrist guard in an instant!

Immediately afterwards, Lan En pulled his left hand, and the person behind Phidias involuntarily broke through the wooden handrail and fell down!

Cassandra beside Lan En had taken off the long bow from her back at some point.

He drew the bow and nocked the arrow in one go. Before Lan En could drag the man to the ground, an arrow shot straight into the eye socket of the opponent's armor in mid-air!

Lan En controlled the mechanical structure to loosen and the rope to retract. The force of Cassandra's arrow caused the corpse still in mid-air to roll sideways before landing on the ground.

The man who landed on the ground was wearing iron Greek armor. Greaves, skirt, breastplate, wrist guards. There is also an iron faceplate depicting the old man's face, and the helmet has black and purple horsehair-style tassels.

Cult guard.

Lan En and Cassandra recognized the identity of this person at first sight.

"Phidias, hide to the side, away from the door on the second floor."

Cassandra ordered, and at the same time raised the long bow in her hand and pointed it at the door of the second floor. There were golden particles shining on the wrist of the bow.

The killer just now was Phidias who approached the corridor from there.

The sculptor rolled and crawled towards the other end of the corridor under Cassandra's order.

"Want to kill him? Show your head! Let's see who is faster?"

The golden particles on Cassandra's wrist wrapped around the arrow. When Lan En saw this move a year and a half ago, he could shoot it directly through the head of a male lion and send the lion's body flying. Two meters away.

It seems to be called [Destroying Shot].

Under such a kinetic attack, so what if I carry a tower shield? If you show your head, you will die.

While raising her bow to intimidate the religious guards at the door of the second floor, Cassandra winked at Lan En.

The demon hunter understood and walked towards the stairs on the second floor.

(End of this chapter)