Chapter 838 820. Bronze Hammer and Spear
“Are you okay, Phidias?”
Lan asked easily from behind the mud wall.
The sculptor across the wall was still a little shocked.
“No, I’m fine.”
"Thank you, thank you! Zeus, if it weren't for you, I would definitely die today!"
"Pay attention, man. According to the current atmosphere in Athens, you should thank Apollo."
Lan En reminded in a joking tone.
"Yes, yes, Apollo! Thank you, God of prophecy and foresight!"
Phidias said with his tongue almost tied.
There was the sound of dragging heavy flesh from behind the mud wall, and Phidias's ability to associate, belonging to an outstanding artist, made him seem to have witnessed Lan's actions of handling the corpse with his own eyes.
Kassandra, who was still in the hall on the first floor, slowly loosened the bowstring and put the longbow behind her back again.
“It seems that Socrates is right.”
Lan said as he dragged the corpses of several divine guards he had killed.
In order to prevent the plague from harming Phidias, he was not going to cross the wall and talk to him face to face.
"Now because of the chaos in Athens, everyone wants to take advantage of the chaos to do what they want to do."
As the saying goes: troubled waters make it easy to fish.
Phidias knew that Lan En was reminding him, but he could only curl up behind the wall and smile bitterly.
"Who says it's not the case? If the situation is stable, I will go to Pericles' mansion every few days to attend banquets and show my face. These religious guards don't have the guts to come and kill me openly. Oh, the plague is really a good fig leaf.”
“Now many rich people in Athens have died, and thieves and bandits took advantage of this opportunity to break into many empty doors. Qian’s defenders initiated many lawsuits against the dead rich people.”
"Socrates once said to me very prophetically: Those bandits and thieves will not live well if they take the money of the dead, because the plague makes people panic, and no one knows who will survive to the next day, so they will do whatever they want. Spending, squandering, living every day as if it were your own death. "Who can be more unscrupulous than a person who thinks he is going to die?"
"And if there are too many unscrupulous people like this," Lan En added in a deep voice, "then the order will be destroyed."
"Who says it's not the case?" Phidias smiled bitterly, "No wonder Socrates I have always missed the days of talking to you. What you two said were very different."
Lan En shook his head subconsciously.
It wasn't that he hated Socrates, that fat man who was bohemian and extremely wise was quite interesting when talking to him.
It’s just that Alcibiades who often comes over smelling the smell is a bit unbearable.
"Change the topic." Lan En started another topic, "You have now learned not to have contact with others during the plague. This is a good decision. Who told you?"
One side As he spoke, Lan En threw the corpses of the cult guards down the stairs to the first floor and clapped his hands.
“Oh, you said this method?”
Having said this, Phidias became energetic. After all, this method has indeed made him feel less uncomfortable since the outbreak of the plague, so he now trusts this method very much.
“This was taught to me by a doctor from Macedonia. Pericles asked him to treat Athens. But unfortunately, compared to this doctor, more people still hope to pray in front of the gods. ”
“A doctor from Macedonia?”
Kassandra suddenly asked in confusion below. Lan En asked strangely as he walked down briskly.
"Listen to this, do you know this doctor?"
Cassandra raised an eyebrow: "Is his name Hippocrates?"
"Oh, Cassandra! You Do you know him too?"
Phidias said in surprise.
"Of course. When Socrates asked me to go to Argolis to find the priest of the god of medicine to inquire about the traces of my mother, he specifically mentioned this person."
Cassandra nodded. It seemed that she had a good impression of Socrates and Hippocrates.
"He is indeed a good doctor, much more useful than the priests in the temple who only pay tribute."
"Thank you, Phidias. We know what happens next. What should we do?"
At this time, Lan En had walked to Cassandra again, raising his head and talking to the sculptor in the corridor on the second floor.
"You'd better find another place to live. You have a lot of money, right? Cover your mouth and nose on the road, don't come into contact with sick people, and you still have water and food. The plague won't end in a short while. , The Divine Religion certainly wouldn’t mind taking advantage of the chaos to eliminate everyone in the city of Athens who wants to be eliminated.”
"We have to go. Goodbye, Pheidias."
"Take care, too. Goodbye, Cassandra. Goodbye, Lane."
Carvings on the corridor on the second floor Ia watched his two friends walk out of his workshop with a melancholy expression on his face.
Then he had to cheer up and start packing his things, preparing to leave this no longer safe place.
He has nothing to bring, that is, valuable gold, silver, jewelry and savings.
With his skills in making the statues of Athena in the Acropolis and the Parthenon, he could become rich and powerful everywhere.
Lane and Cassandra walked out of the workshop. The witcher waved, and the velvet ball that had been guarding the side window of the workshop ran over on all fours.
Hearing the sound of conflict just now, he consciously guarded the only exit besides the door.
"Here are you, see if you can use them?"
Lan handed Cassandra a hammer spear, which was the one worn by the tall and sturdy Cult guard just now. Artifact.
Although it is an out-and-out heavy weapon, Lan En feels that with Cassandra's current physical condition, it should be quite easy to use.
Sure enough, after the falconer got it, this bronze hammer spear, which was mixed with the remaining technological materials of the Isu people and had a performance far beyond the current era, appeared to be more powerful than the previous owner. It also has a dazzling golden light when used.
This made Lan En wonder again: What is the level of Cassandra's Isu bloodline?
Except for Harpalos, who was affected by the combination of the Elf Beacon and the Ankh Cross, so that his body shape changed and a golden circuit pattern grew on his chest, all the artifacts in her hands will only become brighter. Stronger without becoming dull or ineffective.
“Ha! Thank you!”
After receiving the gift, Cassandra jumped up and pushed Lan En's head down, then nibbled on it enthusiastically.
Receiving a hammer spear that can smash the head of a bison seemed to make her happier than receiving expensive jewelry and flowers, making her feel loved.
Maybe this is the Spartan?
“This hammer spear can emit concussive power, which can penetrate the enemy’s armor and affect the flesh. It’s great! My sword is just about to expire. It’s just on top!”
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(End of this chapter)