Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 528 529 Cult Guards

Chapter 528 529. Cult Guard

At night, Fubai lay on the bed ready to rest.

But she saw that Lan En beside her did not take off his armor and lie down relaxedly as usual.

The witcher, now as armed as he had been during the day, sat on his knees on the bed.

"Aren't you going to rest, Lan?"

Fu Bai said a little drowsily.

"No, you sleep on your own." Lan En closed his eyes and said calmly. The posture of kneeling and sitting has not changed. "I'm already resting. This is [meditation], a technique used to adjust one's state and rest efficiently."

"Oh, I remember Cassandra can do this too. It seems really useful."

The witcher heard the implication of the little girl's words and said without any hesitation.

"Sleep first. I can teach you this part of the training after it's completed."

"Alas!"

Fu Bai cheered excitedly at first, and then his voice became quieter.

She practiced [Stealth Footwork] on the roof today and got into countless fights with people. They were all heavy physical exercises and she got tired very quickly.

The night began to get late.

In Lan En's ears, which was meditating, he heard the snoring of the little girl next to him due to overwork.

In the room separated by a wall, the master sculptor was tossing and turning and mumbling.

Rats scurry among the sculptures and beams of the workshop.

In the dark room, a pair of slightly shiny, amber cat eyes suddenly opened.

"They really never let up."

Muttering in a low voice, Lan En stood up from the bed silently.

Instead of opening the creaking wooden door, he climbed out from the window of the room.

The climate of the Aegean Sea made the Athenians basically just open holes in their houses for ventilation, without the awareness of installing windows.

When Lan came to the corridor outside Phidias' room, he happened to see two sneaky figures.

Those were not the religious guards who had appeared in Elpino's house, but just two ordinary Athenians.

The two of them used some olive oil to lubricate the hinge of the wooden door of Phidias' room so that the wooden door would not make a jarring sound.

But judging from the amount of olive oil they used, and their seemingly careless approach, they didn't care whether it would be discovered when Phidias woke up.

Rather, they deliberately wanted Phidias to see that his door had been tampered with.

Lan En stood in the shadows in the corridor, watching quietly as the two Athenians quietly entered Phidias' room.

The two of them took a silver cup from the room and walked out with smiles on their faces.

Even while playing with the silver cup, one of the two people accidentally knocked against the wooden door frame, making a small 'bang' sound.

Phidias in the house was already suffering from a nervous breakdown and was sleeping very lightly.

This small sound immediately woke him up from the bed.

"Who! Who's there!?"

The two Athenians didn't seem to be afraid that the owner would wake up. They simply slammed the door of the room and hit it against the door frame.

Then he ran out of Phidias's workshop quickly.

Phidias seemed to be completely angered, or perhaps mentally tortured to the limit.

He stumbled out, holding the chisel he had used to build the statue.

His eyes were red and his hair was disheveled. Maybe no matter who stood in front of him now, he was ready to stab him with a chisel first.

Lan stepped out of the shadows of the corridor.

His taller than mortal figure cast an even heavier shadow.

"Calm down, Phidias. I'm here."

Lan En's size made Phidias' hand holding the chisel tremble, but he rushed forward without losing his mind.

But even so, after he calmed down and saw Lan En's face clearly, he still said hatefully.

"Ah! It's you! My good bodyguard! You shared food and a roof with me, but now you're not even a good bodyguard!"

Faced with Phidias who was almost driven crazy, Lane did not care about his accusation.

"Those were just two ordinary Athenians, Phidias."

The witcher calmly explained his logic to his employer.

"What if I catch them on the spot? Do those people wearing silver helmets and old man's visors feel sorry for two thieves who were temporarily hired from nowhere?"

Lan walked up to Phidias, gently took the dagger-like chisel from his hand, and patted him on the shoulder.

"Go back and rest, Phidias."

"Now, when the two thieves feel that they have accomplished something, they will go to collect the reward from their master. And my work will start from this moment."

A white light flashed in front of Phidias' eyes for a moment, and then he let go of his hand in a daze, turned around and returned to the room, closing the door.

Lan En outside the door released his handprints.

[The Seal of Yaksi] can be said to be the right medicine for Phidias' mental state that is on the verge of collapse.

The tall body entered the darkness again.

In the witcher's field of vision, the smell of fresh olive oil on the two thieves turned into a strong scent trail, leaving a streamer-like residue in the air.

On the streets of Athens, there will still be some sergeants patrolling at night. After all, the war between them and the Spartans is still in full swing.

Lan En turned over and climbed onto the roofs on both sides of the street.

His footsteps were as light as a cat running across the roof.

Two Athenian thieves were soon overtaken by him.

As he expected, after the two thieves entered an inconspicuous bungalow, they quickly walked out with bulging wallets. He still held in his hand the silver cup which he had stolen from Phidias' house.

It can be seen that their stealing is just a private job. Harassing Phidias was the job they were paid to do.

Not long after the two thieves left the bungalow, a person who looked familiar to Lan En walked out of it.

The silver helmet has black and purple horsehair feathers, and the faceplate is depicted as a wise old man.

It's a divine guard!

Harassment that can break an artist's mind is bound to be time-consuming and labor-intensive.

After all, the person who harassed Phidias had to have enough rest than Phidias, so he could score in several shifts.

As a secretive and huge organization, the Divine Cult would not have to hide themselves if they had to rely entirely on the recognizable Divine Cult guards for even this matter.

Then, Lan En stood on the dark roof, as if he was teaching Fu Bai while eating.

He jumped from the roof, aimed at the religious guard who had just walked out of the door, and pounced on him!

His broad and majestic body unusually didn't make any noise.

By the time the divine guard reacted, his head had been smashed to the ground by Lan En!

"Bang!"

The head in the helmet was still dizzy, and then the cult guard saw a burst of white light in front of his eyes.

After pinching the [Yaxi Seal], Lan En turned the man on the ground over.

"Hey, I don't believe that any guy in the cult can have a divine weapon. How can I still pry your mouth open?"

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