Chapter 517 518. Ashore
That night, Lane and Cassandra drank an entire amphorae of wine each.
Lane's extraordinary metabolic ability made him feel nothing, but Cassandra was already a little dizzy.
It seems that her strength does not allow her to resist alcohol.
When Cassandra was with Lan En, the cheerfulness and ease she felt on the deck during the day disappeared.
"Hiccup. Can you understand how I feel now, Lan En?"
Like any drunk person, Cassandra put a hand on Lan En's shoulder, Close to his face.
Then the other hand patted his chest, as if he wanted to take out his heart and let others know the pain inside.
“Well, I can understand it more or less.”
The witcher could even feel the soft breath blowing from the other party’s mouth. The smell of alcohol in the breath seemed to be similar to Cassandra’s hair. The aroma on it is blended and not objectionable.
"You didn't kill your adoptive father, so you felt relieved. You were glad that you were not controlled by anger. But at the same time, the suffering you suffered as a child made it difficult for you to let go. You are still regretting that you didn't do it at that time. Just Just imagining this kind of mood is enough to make one's head hurt."
"So there is nothing I can do, that is, have a drink with you."
Kassandra listened. The people around him came to analyze his current mood, while looking straight at Lan En's side face.
I was inexplicably moved by the feeling of ‘it’s good to be understood’.
“I can’t show my struggles to Fu Bai, because she has always used me as a role model, and I don’t want to show her such a weak side.”
"I can't confess my depression to Barnabas, because he is the first mate on the ship and the person in direct contact with the crew. If I hesitate in front of him, the crew will lose their courage and courage."
"I can only do this in front of you."
As if trying to find a more comfortable position, Kassandra tilted her face on Lan En's shoulder and rubbed against it.
The demon hunter just looked down at the empty pottery amphora in his hand.
“Get some rest, Cassandra.”
"Even if it's just tonight."
——
It was the hot summer season in June, and the seaport town named Kira was unbearably hot. The waves reflected from the sea were dazzling, and inland The pale peaks are even more difficult to look at in the sunlight.
The criss-crossing walkways on the hillside are full of pilgrims on foot. They all go to Delphi to meet the famous local resident-the famous prophetess and herald throughout Greece. The Pythia who kept the wisdom of Apollo.
The merchants were shouting and selling their "sacred" statues and various accessories to all the people passing by. Local children jumped between the boats, selling refreshing drinks to thirsty travelers.
Like a small boat moving against the current, a sedan chair with a golden curtain passed through the crowds at the private mooring. The owner of the sedan is Elpino, a well-known local wealthy businessman.
His thin palms were weighing a bulging money bag up and down.
This is the 'bone' that he is going to throw to the gangsters at the port, so that these vicious and cunning mangy dogs can do a good job for him.
He planned to drill a few 'small holes' into Drakon's ship.
Dracon has been his best friend since childhood, and his wife and daughter will affectionately call him "uncle". Earlier, Dracon's family was very poor, almost so poor that they went to the streets to beg. At that time, Elpino enjoyed the feeling of giving a few drachmas from his profits to support his friends and their families.
But now, Drakon has developed his industry well. He went out to sea and found a sea bream habitat, and improved his life with this location, claiming that he no longer needed to accept support from his good friends.
If it were applied to ordinary people, then they should really be happy for the opportunities given to their good friends.
After all, no matter how lucky Dracon is, he never expects to surpass Elpino in wealth in this life, so Elpino should not have even the most common jealousy.
But Elpino is not an ordinary person.
He hated this kind of person who did not allow himself to enjoy spiritual pleasure, so he was ready to let Drakon simply die in the sea bream.
After passing through a maze of narrow lanes in a sedan with golden curtains, they finally arrived at the edge of the town. Passed through the iron gate and arrived at his manor. At the same time, in the crowded and noisy port, a ship with a trireme that was slightly smaller than a conventional naval warship docked.
On the Adrestia, Fubo was stepping on the mast of the sail with one foot, easily maintaining his balance in the waves.
She was also tossing three apples acrobatically in her hands.
"Can I throw you an apple, Cassandra? Lann?"
Children are always eager to show off new skills after learning them.
"No, Phoebe. Those three apples were almost polished by your hands. I don't want to eat them at all."
Kassandra didn't even look up. shouted.
"Me too."
Lan En took the conversation and expressed his gratitude.
Barnabas was seriously directing the crew to safely dock the ship. He was the only old captain on the ship who had this ability.
The crew on the ship sang the chant of the sailors on the Aegean Sea in unison.
Among these melodies that are either heroic, vulgar, or melancholy and soft, are mixed with the sharp sounds of sharpening the edge of a sharpening stone.
Harsh and cold.
Kassandra's hand is polishing a Spartan sword with a whetstone.
That is also the sword of [Blood Wolf].
The shape is similar to an extended version of the Gurkha scimitar. The significant weight of the head greatly increases the cutting performance. The handle is a golden wolf head wrapped with blood-red twine.
This knife is also an artifact, its function is to increase the cutting power. Simple and unpretentious, but still deadly in the right hands.
This time they are looking for Elpino, and Cassandra's current appearance indicates that she and Lan never thought about the option of 'talking'.
“Why didn’t you use that Prometheus scimitar?”
The divine weapons produced by the Lady of the Lake did not need to be polished, so the witcher could fold his arms and watch Cassandra at her work in a relaxed manner.
Prometheus Scimitar is the name given by Cassandra to the scimitar that can increase the power of fire.
“This knife has been used by Nikolaos for a long time, and it doesn’t have much power anymore, right?”
“. Mercenaries will become thrifty after being employed for a long time. I am used to it first. Picking up the ones that are almost broken.”
Kassandra paused, and then she spoke openly of her reasons.
"That's what you gave me, I want to keep it."
"Wow."*2
Barnabas, who was directing the ship to stop, and Lan En's mind Mentos exclaimed in unison.
But Barnabas looked at the children playing ball on the shore and added the last sentence.
“A beautiful straight shot! This kid should go to the Olympics in the future!”
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(End of this chapter)