Chapter 523 524. Small tasks
"The chickens at home are lost, the wife is having an affair and need to find the adulterer, the goods are shipwrecked and need to be salvaged. Are they all such tasks?"
Lan En Standing in front of a Hermes statue that was four to five meters high even with its base, he held his chin with two fingers and muttered to himself.
Hung on the base of this statue of Hermes is a tablet with a task left by a nearby client.
Hermes is the god of commerce and roads. When people need mercenaries, they will always hang a task card under the statue of Hermes around the settlement.
Finding a powerful secret organization in a large city with a population of close to 300,000 people is not something that can be done by relying on one's own strength alone.
This is one of the reasons why Lan En wants to help Fu Bai.
Now is the direction of his own efforts: by completing tasks, connecting with people who have power or connections in the city of Athens, and using their power to investigate the religion.
In the absence of a middleman, it should be a good first contact strategy to do something for the politicians and big businessmen in Athens.
However, the invisible class barrier still frustrates Lan En, because it seems that those with status do not write down their needs and those of the common people on a writing board.
Lan tilted his head and shrugged, letting Mentos write down all the tasks on this writing board.
Since it is not easy to get online with others, he cannot waste his time.
Whether it is for income reasons or to accumulate tasks to gain fame, he is ready to be active as a mercenary for a while first.
It would be even more worthy of celebration if someone from the Divine Religion could take the initiative to come over during this process.
"'Reject usury', the person who issued this task is very close to us, sir. And it seems that he can provoke some prestigious enemies, and the enemy's prestige will become our reputation."
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Mentos analyzed it slowly.
Lane agreed and began to follow Mentos's direction.
In addition to the Fishermen's District, Athens's municipal facilities are very good, not to mention various large sculptures. They also used a large amount of white marble to pave the steps, as well as build flower beds and pools.
Even a small amount of ground is no longer loess, but marble.
Lan En even dared not think about how much stone these Athenians dug up.
But there is no doubt that by forming the Delian League, Athens sucked a lot of blood from its allies to build its own city.
“Hello, Petulus?”
In the temple of Hephaestus, which has many marble columns, Lan found the person who issued the task.
An Athenian wearing a linen skirt.
He has a mustache on his chin and doesn’t seem to have done any heavy work. He should be an Athenian citizen.
But his coarse linen clothes still showed his poor financial situation.
At this time, the client blinked blankly and looked at the tall, muscular and beautiful silver-haired man in front of him.
"Ah, ah! Yes! I am Petulus."
Lan has become somewhat accustomed to this kind of gaze, especially after his bones have further developed, wherever he goes will be very conspicuous.
So the witcher just curled his lips and continued: "I am a mercenary, and you entrusted me with a mission? Can you tell me in detail?"
At any rate, the need for the mission defeated curiosity and surprise, and the man stumbled about the mission to Lan En.
Nothing surprising.
An Athenian citizen borrowed a usurious loan. His income was not good, and he thought he had repaid his share, so he planned to refuse to repay the remaining drachmas.
But gangsters are not politicians who need votes. They don't care whether the debtor is an Athenian citizen or not.
So in order to protect his health and property from the debt collectors, Petulus is looking for mercenaries.
The asking price was twenty drachmas, which was much less than what he had to pay back to the gangster. It was a good deal.
This price is enough to buy a suckling pig in Athens, which is a lot of money.
"Okay, gangster." Lan En nodded indifferently, "It's not difficult to get rid of, but I can't follow you for several days just for this little money. You have an agreed place and place with them. Time? "
"I won't waste your time, mercenary!" Petulus said quickly, "We have made an appointment, just go to a warehouse in the port now! It was normal for the mission issuer to boss around the mercenaries, but Petulus felt inexplicably today that he was the one who should be nervous during the conversation.
"Then hurry up, sir. My schedule is quite full today."
Lan En actually wanted to clear all the tasks on the writing board within one day.
The two walked across the city of Athens and arrived at a warehouse in the port area.
Before he even got closer, Lan En's straight brows wrinkled slightly.
“They don’t look like they are collecting debts or beating people, they look more like they want to kill you.”
Several gangsters were sitting in front of the warehouse door, and several breathing sounds were captured by Lan En from inside the warehouse.
Their equipment can basically compete with the one-eyed man's men on Kefalonia.
But the one-eyed man in Kefalonia could almost be considered a ruler, whereas here, these people are really just gangsters.
It can only be said that when the wealth of Athens circulated, it also fattened these hyenas in the darkness.
Listening to Lan En's words, Petulus swallowed nervously.
"No, that's not necessarily true, right? In this case, I'll go up and talk first."
His face showed a pleading expression, which was a little afraid that Lan En would see something was wrong and break the contract.
But before the Athenian citizen could finish speaking.
“Bang!”
Lan En kicked up a palm-sized piece of wood with his feet, and the light touch made him feel just right. So just wave your hand! That palm-sized piece of wood hit a gangster on the side of his face!
The light wood created a wavy effect on the man's face, and a big tooth burst out of his lip.
"It doesn't matter if they want to kill people."
Under the blank gazes of the other group of people, Lan En moved his wrist and walked over. He wasn't ready to draw the knife.
"Just hit them hard."
Originally, he was just going to beat these people up, but now, he was going to break a few bones.
The words were light and airy.
The difference between a group of armed thugs who "want to kill" or "want to hit someone" is like whether a puppy "wants to bark" or "wants to bite" in Lan En's mouth.
The thugs poured out of the warehouse and looked at Lan En who was walking slowly. They swallowed and pulled out the short swords at their waists, the spears on their backs, and the shields.
< br>And Petulus spent the next three minutes watching these vicious gangsters throwing their equipment far away, as if they never wanted to pick it up again in this life.
Because when Lan En was beating them, he would keep beating them if he didn't put down his weapon.
So after a while, these thugs became completely smart.
There are wounded everywhere and empty hands.
Pain is the best teacher.
Lan patted the non-existent dust on his hands, walked up to Petulus, and spread out to him.
The guy was stunned for a while, and then he quickly took out the drachma from the wallet on his belt.
Lan En's big hand clenched, making the sound of coins rubbing against each other.
It took half an hour in total and a small task was completed. This efficiency is not bad.
The witcher nodded at his efficiency.
But when Lan En was about to follow the route planned by Mentos and head to the next client.
He suddenly looked towards the other side of the warehouse.
In his hearing, there was the sound of well-trained footsteps over there.
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(End of this chapter)