"Great Hermes, now all I can give you is piety. I was poor, with only four hungry and thirsty children and no other living creatures. And my only trolley is broken, how can I make a living? Or do you want me to give up my cart and continue to earn a living? ”

A woman in a long linen dress with a frayed hem knelt in front of the magnificent statue of Hermes, pleading with questions.

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

Lan En just happened to squeeze out of the crack in the stone behind the statue.

The tall figure stepped out from behind the shadow of the idol, causing the kneeling woman to cry out in surprise, and jerked from a kneeling position to a crouching position.

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

With the tribute stolen by the bandits in the cave in his hand, Lan smiled and held it up to the woman.

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

Lan En looked at the idol, then at the crack in the stone, and felt that the tribute in his hand should now be regarded as 'thief', so he continued without any psychological barrier.

"These things can be divided into parts, so that we can get through the most difficult times."

The squatting woman's eyes as she looked at Lan En changed from horror to shock.

"Really, really?"

And after she took it in a daze. She began to praise Hermes loudly.

It was supposed to be a hymn from the temple, but Lan didn't understand it.

The witcher scratched his cheek awkwardly beside him: "This lady, I gave you something." ”

So the devout believer also bowed to Rann with gratitude when he was also worshipping Hermes.

"Of course, thank you, messenger of Hermes. You have brought me hope with your own hands, at the will of the great god Hermes. ”

Amid the woman's pious and loud praise, Lan En shook his head helplessly, avoided her worship, and looked back at the ornate idol.

"Okay, hey by God's will."

After walking out of the cave, the frustrated man was still sitting on the stone, his leather sandals smashing against the stone for a while.

The man looked up as Lan stood in front of him, with an unspeakable pleading in his eyes.

"So, are they in there?"

"I didn't see any gods, only a group of thieves behind the statues, who stole the offerings of the faithful."

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

The man's eyes lit up again.

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

"No, Zeus doesn't have to waste his wrath on these people." The witcher shook his head and said flatly. "For my wrath has come upon them."

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

The man immediately changed his way and cursed.

"Thank you, mercenary. You have made my heart so much easier. ”

As he spoke, he pulled out a leather money bag, which looked deflated.

"This is my last possessions. As agreed, it's yours. ”

It was estimated that there were less than twenty coins in the purse, and Lan En shook his head as he looked at the thin man.

"You better keep it for yourself, it looks like you haven't eaten for a long time, but you have to be cautious next time you worship God."

"You can't be picky in worshipping gods." The man shook his head disapprovingly, "But thank you anyway, mercenary." Contrary to rumors, you're not just a killer profession. ”

Lan turned away from the small valley, waving his hand behind him without looking back.

"I advise you not to think so."

Other mercenaries don't necessarily have the leisure I have.

The Aegean sun shone on Lanen's body, making him twist and relax his shoulders.

This trip can be regarded as a preliminary experience of the beliefs of the ancient Greek people, and at least they will not offend others without realizing it in the future.

Moreover, [Spiritual Vision] was also active because of the observation of the statue, which was not considered a lack of gain.

After re-exiting the valley, Rann wandered around the outskirts of the town.

There aren't as many jobs as the port, so there aren't many people. Lan's arrival was a bit of a stir, but it wasn't in the way.

Hold a pickled olive and put it in your mouth, the salty flesh and rich fat burst in your mouth, slightly raising your appetite.

This was an offering that had just been taken out of the cave, and some of the food had been left behind by Lan En himself.

He wanted to taste the flavors of ancient Greece.

"Equivalent to a small pickle."

The witcher made an evaluation based on his taste, and walked around while eating.

Thanks to the climate of the Aegean Sea, there is no rigid need for sturdy houses.

The market is covered with wooden sticks to protect it from direct sunlight, even if it is a stall that can be bought and sold for a day.

Spread a few pieces of linen cloth on the ground, and then use weeds and flax stalks to build a bulge as a pillow, and it is a bed that can sleep overnight.

Lan En looked at the scene around him with a novel perspective.

The timeline of this civilization has just been born, lively and free, and it is the first time he has experienced it himself, so everything seems fresh.

But soon, Lan En from another world saw another major characteristic of the early days of human civilization - chaos.

While Lan En was wandering around, there was a sudden penetrating scream from the sky.

It was the chirping of an eagle.

Frequent and urgent.

Some of the people in the street stuck their heads out from under the sheds in confusion because of the call of the eagles, and looked around at the sky.

But soon they were out of sight, because there was a commotion in the streets.

The crowd poured past Lan En like a stream of water.

Most of their heads were only up to Lan's shoulders, so in the witcher's view, they were black hair.

"Hey! At least don't stuff me with that piece of cloth around your waist, okay? It's all black and shiny! ”

A little girl's fierce screams came from the opposite direction of the crowd.

There was also the sound of the pottery amphora being broken, the sound of the scaffolding sticks being broken, and the menacing threat.

Phrases such as "Shut up and cut your tongue if you speak again!" "We can actually cut off one of your hands first" or something like that.

Lan En raised his eyebrows as he stood in the crowd, because he thought the little girl's voice was familiar.

It's like I just heard it a few hours ago.

"Fauber?"

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 squeeze towards the place where the commotion was happening.

"All right, little girl, let me see what trouble you've gotten into again."

(End of chapter)