After two minutes of cross-examination, Rann stabbed Arondaite out of his hand with a 'poof'.

The graceful curved tip of the knife stabbed through Brisson's mouth in pain, and through the back of the head with blood, bone fragments, and hair.

And this beautiful boy from an artistic family also stopped moving neatly at the same time.

Lan En pulled the long knife out of his opponent's mouth, flicked it lightly, and withdrew the scabbard.

Shaking his head in disappointment.

Alsibees was right, the members of the Cult were very tight-mouthed.

It seems that something is protecting their minds, maybe some kind of artifact, maybe it's brainwashing propaganda within the cult.

Anyway, at least Lane's [Axifa Seal] is very weak in Brisson.

After Brisson's death, Rann took the pair of lady's shins, off his legs.

This pair of shin armors looks like brass on the outside, but they are light and strong to start with.

Although the normal smelting technology of this era, it is estimated that it was only beginning to involve the manufacture of iron tools.

However, with the unique product of artifact fragments, the smelting level of the human race itself is not very important.

Therefore, in this world, it is really possible that the equipment of ancient people is more sophisticated than that of modern people.

Regardless, the pair of shin armor Lanen was first stored in his alchemy leather bag. There is also a triangular object found on Brisson's body, which is also found on Elpinor, and may be some kind of token worn by members of the Cult.

Then he went back the way he came, first removing the [Ardenfa Seal] blockade he had placed at the entrance to the basement, and then withdrawing from this three-story villa that occupied a large area without much effort.

It wasn't until Lan En wiped his hands with a linen cloth and walked to the end of the street that a panicked commotion broke out from the villa on the street.

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Lane did not go to the sculpture workshop of Phidias, but followed the direction of Alcipias and came to a rather luxurious villa.

This is the house of Pericles, with whom Alsibees, a nephew and adopted son, still lives.

It stands to reason that the inheritance of Alcipis's father, the brother of Perikles, alone would have made the house many times more luxurious than the Brissons.

But the Athenians generally agreed that virtuous poverty was better than bottomless wealth. If you want to be a politician, controlling your spending is part of shaping your image.

On the way into the residence of a historical figure, Lan En appeared calm.

He had already completed his disenchantment on his first day in Athens.

It's true that Perikles is a figure he's learned from history books, but he's still a politician who can be overwhelmed by his opponents.

Led by the slaves in the villa, Lane had no chance to wander around and went straight to Alsibias's room.

Phidias was also here, and after determining that it was the Kosmos who wanted to do something to him, Alsibias did not dare to put the sculptor in his own workshop.

Just to be safe, you can only get together.

Ryan walked in with his head bowed at the door frame, and Phidias couldn't wait to get up, walked over to the witcher and asked nervously.

"How, how?"

He had just been lying on his side on the woolen blanket on the ground with Alsibias.

"Brisson has been resolved." Rann first reassured Phidias, then turned to Alsibees and said, "No one has found out who did it. ”

"Aha! Everyone's happy! ”

Alsibees swayed from his woolen blanket and stood up and cheered, looking a little bewitching.

"More wine!"

As he spoke, he held up a clay cup the size of two palms. It is a utensil used at banquets, and it is like holding a basin when drinking, which is not the same as the clay cup that is usually used.

But Phidias, who had been drinking with him just now, was not relieved by Brisson's death at this time.

"Rejoice? How do you make me happy? ”

The sculptor's face was full of sorrow and fear.

"If it's just Brisson who doesn't like me and is jealous of me, then Lane kills him, and I'm safe. But this is the Kosmos Cult! It's their whole organization that's going to kill me! Brisson is dead and someone else will take over. I'm never going to have peace! Do you understand, Alsibees?! ”

The famous beautiful man in Athens scratched his cheeks and shrugged helplessly.

"Then why don't I find you a boat, and you go to sea to avoid it first?"

"That's not necessary." Lann interjected in the middle.

He shook his head and soothed Phidias with his eyes.

"The task of killing you doesn't seem to be a very high priority within the Kosmos Cult. Although, as Alsibees had said, I could not get the word out of Brisson's mouth, I found a correspondence in his villa. ”

That's what the letter said.

After hearing this, Phidias's originally straight shoulders suddenly loosened and collapsed. At the same time, a breath came out of his mouth.

"Ah, thank you, Zeus! Thank you too, Lanne. ”

On the other hand, Alsibias was interested in the letter from Lanne's mouth.

"You said you found a letter? Is it an internal correspondence among members of the Kosmos Cult? ”

Lan En pulled out the letter from the alchemy leather bag hanging from his waist, opened it in his hand and showed it to the two of them.

"Don't touch it with your hands."

When Alsibees tried to take the note, Rann stopped him just in time. This made the eyes of the two of them suspicious.

"The blood on it should be poisonous, so you'd better not touch it anyway."

After the magic of chaos enters the human body, the most common phenomenon is not to produce extraordinary power, but to distort and mutate the original natural human body structure.

Many female sorcerers and male wizards who are born with chaos magic are deformed children when they were children.

Both of them were very persuading, so they let Lan En stretch it, and they stood far away. After all, Lan En still has a pair of thick gloves on his hands.

Alsibees quickly read the note.

His cynical dissolute look was a little restrained for the first time in front of Lan En.

"Ares believers?"

He muttered.

"They were responsible for the massacre in the villages outside Athens? This is the first time I've ever known about it. ”

"Or else? You thought it was a Spartan? Lan asked quietly.

Alsibees nodded naturally.

"Before that, we did. After all, those Spartans fought all the way, and they didn't do any less of this kind of thing. ”

Phidias was just a sculptor, not as well-informed and thoughtful as the other two, so after making sure he was fine.

As if he was finally relaxed, he squatted down and leaned back and lay down on a comfortable wool blanket.

As for Lane and Alsibias, the discussion of the followers of Ares continues.

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