Elpino walked into his villa, shook off his expensive leather slippers and enjoyed the cool touch of the white marble floor.

Elpino walked into his study, which was complete with busts and velvet chairs, a fireplace at one end and an open-air colonnade facing the garden at the other.

This structure makes the heat of the Aegean Sea less exaggerated, and you can enjoy the fragrance of flowers and grass.

He poured himself a glass of wine mixed with ice water, then walked to his desk with a clay cup.

The sleek ash desk on which his bookboard and coins rested. But he only took one step forward before his body froze.

On the table was a Spartan general-style helmet, facing him, with a red mane spread vertically like a peacock's tail. Half of the helmet shimmered with a brass sheen, while the other half was covered in dried blood.

"The Spartan [Blood Wolf] is dead." A voice came from the shadow of the colonnade.

Upon seeing Kassandra, Elpino gasped. She walked up to him, looking unprovoked.

After experiencing the grinding of the battlefield, Kassandra's Spartan temperament became more obvious.

The situation is undoubtedly not good.

A mercenary with blood on his hands stood menacingly in front of the unprotected merchant.

But Elpino was no simple businessman, and he narrowed his eyes slightly at Kassandra, and curled the corners of his mouth.

A bulging bag of money was taken out of the desk drawer and thrown in front of Kassandra.

"Well done, this is the reward we said it would be."

The act of giving money was not dragging on the water, and the sound of the money bag smashing on the table was heavy and beautiful.

Kassandra could tell it was full of fine drachma coins, and this pack contained hundreds!

You can even buy a cow in a city like Athens!

Kassandra looked cautiously at the purse, then up at Elpino.

"Do you think I'm going to bargain with you?" Elpino opened his hand and said, "Come on, it's not every day that I meet someone who killed my father." Although."

"Nicolaeos isn't your biological father, and that's the only thing that's a pity."

Kassandra's pupils dilated briefly in shock.

"How do you know?!"

Aha, the mercenary took the bait.

Elpino smiled covertly.

"I love comedy, I love all art forms, really. There was once a famous general who, because of a word from an oracle, turned around and threw his child off a cliff. This is a model of tragic drama suitable for all ages. ”

"How dare you treat my life as entertainment!"

"No, it's not entertainment." Elpino's hand quickly swung in front of his chest, "It's an art. ”

"Then you can really find fun in the most unreasonable places." Kassandra said in a low voice. "Maybe the next time I stick a spearhead in your chest, you'll laugh out loud too?"

"Don't be angry, mercenary, listen to me." Elpino raised his glass and took a sip of his wine. And when his vision was blurred, he quickly looked at the colonnade.

His gaze met that of a guard who was looking at him, and the guard quickly sensed what was going on inside the house.

Without making too much noise, the guard, who had been trained long ago, turned around and entered the backyard of Villa Elpino, and the owner of the villa also let go of his hanging heart when he saw this.

The backyard is guarded by Cult guards all year round as a protection for him. These top soldiers in the Greek world are equipped with the best equipment in the Greek world.

Maybe they won't be able to kill a demigod, but delaying their lives until they get out shouldn't be a problem at all.

Sure enough, it was basically a matter of catching his breath, and the guard who had run to report the news led two heavily armed Cult guards to rush over.

The Cult guards still wore luxurious all-iron armor, and their visors were depicted in the face of a wise old man, and the helmets on their heads were decorated with black and purple horsehair feathers that didn't belong to any of the city-states.

Their qualities are undoubtedly outstanding among ordinary people.

Two men in iron armor climbed slowly down the pillars from the roof of the courtyard, like a spider the size of a man.

They stomped silently on the ground, their daggers aimed at Kassandra's back and kidneys.

"Maraka! I've had enough of your provocations and serpent-like words! ”

Kassandra clenched her fists, the skin of her arms outlined by bulging muscles.

"I should cut out your tongue right now!"

Along with Kassandra's fury, the Cult guards behind her also acted at the same time!

The silent short sword was blocked by a broken spear glowing with golden light at the moment when it just raised its hand, as if the person holding the spear had already expected this scene to happen!

The broken spear held the dagger, and Kassandra's right hand drew Nikolaos's sword with the sound of leather bands rubbing against metal.

The machete opened a big gap in the stomach of the Cult guard as it was drawn.

The iron armor made with the current craftsmanship of human beings is still no match for the artifact forged with artifact fragments.

The hand that stabbed out the short sword suddenly weakened because of the large gap in the stomach.

Kassandra's broken spear slashed the short sword, and the blade of the spear swept past the opponent's neck as it retracted.

Blood from the abdomen and blood from the neck spilled on the same marble floor.

In order to prevent the artifact protection that her enemies might have, Kassandra's habit led her to rather waste her moves on an enemy than to ensure maximum damage at once.

There was also a large Cult guard, who took out a large shield to reach Kassandra.

Seeing this, Elpino immediately understood that this was the best time for him to retreat.

The expensive desk and wine were jerked aside by him.

From the door of the study, you have to flee the way.

The sunlight outside the study was just right, and the light softened through the plant vines on the top of the grid.

Everything was as expected.

The falconer gets angry, but she can't hurt herself.

He is a member of the Divine Cult that will control the Greek world, how can he be given by a frog from the bottom of the well from Kephallonia

"Bang!"

The appearance of Elpinor's wisdom bead still lingering on his face.

But his body flew straight backwards in a violent impact.

It was a boot with a plate of armor that kicked Elpinor in the stomach.

The big businessman, who was kicked into the air, crashed into the bookshelf in his study, and before his temporarily disabled body could slide off the bookshelf, it was like a gust of wind.

The papyrus and parchment rolls scattered all over the ground were lifted by the moving air.

Then, a large hand wearing a leather glove with a piece of armor grabbed Elpino's entire head from the side and pressed his head against the bookshelf.

The calm expression disappeared without a trace at this moment, and pain and panic occupied the entire face of the big businessman.

He couldn't help but panic.

Because that big hand held his entire head, and the hardness and strength of that hand always made him feel like he was going to be crushed in the next second!

"The first time I met, a stranger who wanted my life."

With a 'click', with Elpinor's scream, the boot with the outer plate plate stomped on the opponent's calf bone.

The straight leg bones then become an outward-facing 'V'.

Ryan looked down at Elpinor, who gasped.

"Kassandra's matter hasn't been asked yet, and I still have some things to inquire about here, so why bother to leave? Friend? ”

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