Alsibees is a prodigal beautiful man with a very high emotional intelligence and intelligence.

When he wants to capture someone's heart, he can't be like a licking dog, as if he doesn't want to stay by his target's side all the time.

After he verbally introduced Lan to a task, he left without any delay.

To be honest, Lan En still wanted him to pester. So that he would have a reason to punch him in the stomach

But alas, this punch can't come.

Lan En turned his wrist in boredom and came to a workshop that occupied a large area.

The surrounding space of the workshop is home to a number of marble or bronze sculptures.

There are eagles flying on pedestals, naked warriors fighting sea monsters. There are many different styles.

But the tone is generally to show the strength and beauty of muscles and bodies. Very typical of the ancient Greek style of sculpture.

This is the sculpture workshop of Phidias.

In Athens, artists and philosophers were revered. Thus, with his sculptural prowess, his workshop was about the size of a warehouse in the port of Piraeus.

When Lan entered through the open door of the workshop, there were scaffolding, pulleys, and other equipment, as well as large chunks of marble.

At first glance, the tools used to make large sculptures look similar to those of a quarryman.

"Anyone? Mr. Phidias? ”

Rann's shouts echoed from the workshop.

On the second floor of the workshop, after the witcher's shout, there was a sudden sound of something falling to the ground.

Lan En clasped his hands to his chest and quietly looked in the direction where the voice came from.

Half an hour later, a walnut-sized block of marble was thrown from the second floor by a trembling hand.

The stone in good condition didn't even fall within two meters of where Lan was standing, and it didn't move after smashing a small hole in the sandy floor.

"Leave, leave! I called the guards! Pericles has arranged for guards to be placed near the workshop! If you know each other, go quickly! ”

The timbre of the voice was quite manly, but the words and tone of the voice were like that of a frightened child.

Lan's footsteps were barely noticeable on the loess floor, and he approached the pillars of the workshop with ease.

Then he adjusted his breathing, and the [Light Body Technique] gave his body a decent buoyancy in the air.

Then with a short forward lunge, he kicked twice on the wooden pillar, and with one hand he reached the second-story platform more than four meters high.

The loudest sound made during the whole process is like an ordinary person walking on the ground.

So when Lane stood behind Phidias and looked down at the master sculptor crouching behind the fence on the second floor, he was still looking downstairs with trepidation.

"Gone, gone?"

Phydias only showed his eyes and looked downstairs.

"Not really, Mr. Phidias."

The sudden sound from behind made the master sculptor sit on the ground suddenly, and he hurriedly turned around, only to see Lan En leaning against the wall with his hands on his chest, looking down at him expressionlessly.

"Alsibees said you've been in trouble lately, so he paid to post a commission for me to help you."

The preemptive and well-organized self-introduction makes the other party not even have a chance to panic.

Lan En had now learned from the memories of the Emperor's Sons how to judge and influence the emotions of the crowd.

So Phidias, almost instinctively, took Lan's outstretched hand and was pulled to his feet.

"Do you need to go to him to confirm?"

After pulling up the mission objective, Lan En spoke to him.

Phidias, on the other hand, shook his head as he opened his mouth.

"If you're a mercenary and you have a face like that, then I understand why Alsibis hired you. It really seemed like he could do it. ”

As he spoke, he walked to the side and picked up the hammer and chisel he had used to carve from the ground and put them away.

"I'm sorry, if I had met you before, I would have been tempted to draw your face first and then start carving. But now I don't even want to make an order that has already been placed. ”

Phidias was a middle-aged man with a black beard and hair, and also wore a robe that exposed his right shoulder and half of his chest, though perhaps to facilitate his work, he wore a short robe that reached only to his thighs.

He should have been in the prime of life, and he had a leisurely job without worrying about food and clothing, but now he had two heavy dark circles under his eyes, and he looked like he was having a nervous breakdown.

"Can you tell me what's going on? From Alcibis's mouth, this made me feel like a fanatical admirer. But seeing you tortured like this, I don't believe it anymore. ”

Rann patted Phidias on the shoulder, giving the man some rare sense of security.

So he was finally able to sit down for the first time in a long time, and buried his face with his head in his hands.

"That's a bunch of demons!" He said in a sullen voice, with a slight cry.

"I'm not talking about the mythical demons, but their vicious hearts are just as bad as the mythical demons!"

"They stalked me, chased me, my house, the workshop, opened my letters, turned over my things"

Phydias uttered a number of actions that could be compared to a group of 'fanatics' in Ran's lexicon.

But then, Phidias's buried head lifted slightly, revealing a frightened eye through the gap in his arm.

The panic in that eye. Intensely scary.

It's not just a 'fanatic' pressure to put on.

Lane immediately realized this.

"And those demons, those demons. They deliberately let me know they were doing these things! I found out on purpose many times! ”

From this sentence, Lan En's eyes narrowed slightly.

This gets a little interesting.

Let the person being monitored find out his situation, this kind of psychological pressure of being subjected to a hidden threat but having no way to do anything and nowhere to escape will continue to climb until it drives people to death!

In Lan's homeland, there is a world-famous writer who was forced into a mental breakdown by his country's intelligence agencies in this way, and then committed suicide.

And that writer is also known for his 'tough guy spirit'.

Even so, he was already like a frightened child when he committed suicide.

And in this era when even physical diseases are only a grass-roots direction, there are people and organizations who can study the principle of mental torture to such an extent?

It reminds me of Elpino's smile when he was dying.

Len felt like he might be about to gain something.

"They took the initiative to let you find out that you were being watched, so what did you see?"

"Silver, silver helmets and visors. They portrayed the visor as a wise old man, and I had a glimpse of it in the window of my house. I'll never forget that night! ”

Looking at Phidias, who was curled up in a ball, the corners of Lan's thin mouth were slightly hooked.

'Cult of God'.Caught the Tail!

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