Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 480 480. The noise on the street

"Great Hermes, all I can give you now is piety. I am very poor. There are only four hungry and thirsty children at home and no other living things. And my only cart is broken. What should I do? To make a living? Or do you want me to give up the handcart and continue to make a living?"

A woman wearing a long linen skirt with ruffled hem knelt in front of the magnificent statue of Hermes, praying and asking questions.

Hermes is the god of commerce, and this prayer is the right medicine.

Lan En happened to squeeze out of the stone crevice behind the statue at this time.

The tall figure walked out from behind the shadow of the statue, causing the woman who was kneeling to pray to scream in surprise and jerked from her kneeling position to a squatting position.

"Please don't panic, I'm not a bad person or a monster, ma'am."

Lan En's hand was still carrying the tribute stolen by the bandits in the cave. He smiled and raised it towards the woman.

"I just heard you say that life is difficult, these things"

Lan En looked at the statue and then at the cracks in the stone. He felt that the tribute in his hand should now be regarded as "thief's stolen goods", so he continued without any psychological barriers.

"These things can be divided a little, and at least we can get through the most difficult period."

The crouching woman looked at Lan En from horror to shock.

"Really?"

After she took the things in a daze, she suddenly began to praise Hermes loudly.

The words used should be hymns from temples, but Lan En couldn't understand them very well.

The demon hunter scratched his cheek in embarrassment and said, "Madam, I gave you this thing."

So this devout believer also bowed gratefully to Lan En while worshiping Hermes.

"Of course, thank you, the envoy of Hermes. You personally brought me hope, under the will of the great god Hermes."

Amidst the woman's pious and loud praise, Lan En shook his head helplessly, avoided her worship, and looked back at the gorgeous statue.

"Okay, under God's will."

After walking out of the cave, the frustrated man was still sitting on the stone, his leather sandals tapping against the stone.

When Lan En stood in front of him, the man raised his head, with an unspeakable prayer in his eyes.

"So, are they in there?"

"I didn't see any gods, just a group of thieves behind statues who stole offerings from believers."

Lan En spread his hands, looked down at the man and said.

The man's eyes suddenly brightened again.

"Aha! I knew it! The gods have not abandoned me! It's those damn thieves! May they all bear the wrath of Zeus!"

"No, Zeus doesn't need to waste his anger on these people." The demon hunter shook his head and said calmly. "For my wrath has come upon them."

"Then let these blasphemers feel the wrath of Hades in the underworld."

The man immediately changed his approach and cursed.

"Thank you, mercenary. You make my heart feel so much lighter."

As he spoke, he took out a leather money bag, which looked shriveled.

"This is my last property. According to the agreement, it is yours."

There was probably less than twenty coins in the money bag. Lan En looked at the thin man and shook his head.

"You'd better keep it for yourself. It looks like you haven't eaten for a long time, but you should be careful next time you worship the gods."

"You can't be picky when worshiping the gods." The man shook his head in disapproval, "But I still thank you, mercenary. Unlike the rumors, you are not just a professional who can kill people."

Lan En turned around and left the small valley, waving his hand behind him without looking back.

"I advise you not to think so."

Other mercenaries may not have the leisure and ease that I do.

The sunshine from the Aegean Sea shone on Lan En's body, causing him to twist and relax his shoulders involuntarily.

This trip can be regarded as an initial experience of the beliefs and concepts of ancient Greek people. At least I will not offend others without realizing it in the future.

Moreover, [Spirit Vision] also became active for a while due to observing the statue, so it was not without gain.

After walking out of the valley again, Lan En wandered around the outskirts of the town.

There aren’t as many jobs as there are in the port, so there aren’t many people. Lan En's arrival was a bit of a sensation, but it didn't bother him.

Take a pickled olive and put it in your mouth. The salty pulp and rich oil explode in your mouth, which slightly increases your appetite.

This is the offering that was taken out from the cave just now, and some of the food was left behind by Lan En himself.

He wanted a taste of ancient Greece.

"It's like a pickle."

The witcher made an evaluation based on his taste, eating and shopping.

Thanks to the climate of the Aegean Sea, people here have no hard demand for sturdy houses.

At the market, a wooden stick is used to prop up a roof to prevent direct sunlight, even if it is a stall that can only trade for a day.

Spread a few pieces of linen on the ground, and use weeds and flax poles to make a bump to serve as a pillow, and you will have a bed where you can sleep overnight.

Lan En looked at the surrounding scene with a novel perspective.

This timeline, where civilization had just been born, was lively and free. This was the first time he had personally experienced it, so everything seemed new.

But soon, Lan En, who came from another world, saw another major feature of the early stages of human civilization - chaos.

While Lan En was wandering around, a penetrating scream suddenly came from the sky.

That's the call of an eagle.

Frequent and rapid.

Some people on the street stretched out their heads from under the sheds and looked up at the sky in confusion because of the hawk's call.

But soon they couldn't care less, because a commotion began in the streets.

The crowd rushed past Lan En like water.

Most of their heads only reached Lan En's shoulders, so from the witcher's perspective, they were a mass of black hair.

"Hey! At least don't stuff my mouth with that piece of cloth on your waist, okay? It's so black it's shiny!"

The fierce screams of a little girl came from the opposite direction of the crowd.

There were also the sounds of pottery amphoras being smashed, the thin wooden sticks used to build the tents being broken, and vicious threats.

Such as "Shut up, if you speak again I will cut off your tongue!", "We can actually cut off one of your hands first" and so on.

Standing among the crowd, Lan En raised his eyebrows because he thought the little girl's voice sounded familiar.

Just like I heard it a few hours ago.

"Fubai?"

The eagle in the sky should be Icarus who wants to protect her.

Thinking of this, Lan En began to push through the crowd and squeezed towards the place where the noise was happening.

"Okay, little girl, let me see what trouble you got into again."