"What did those Ares followers do?"

As the two of them walked downstairs, Kassandra asked.

"I think you look like you're angry."

"They slaughtered many villages outside of Athens, and there was not even a single person with weapons in those villages who could only ravage the civilian population."

Lan En said calmly.

"So I'm exploring the caves during this time, and when I do something to them, I'm very open. I hope you will be the same. ”

"Your efforts to purge the Ares in the caves are highly regarded, at least as I've heard many times in the first day I've been in Athens."

Kassandra exclaimed with heartfelt admiration.

"Those people call your operation a 'cavern expedition.'"

As they spoke, the two of them had already walked to the first floor of Perikles' mansion, that is, the courtyard where the banquet was held.

Herodotus, with his hair and beard, was immediately greeted by gray.

"Hello, Kassandra. The mighty Mercenary Traveler has finally made its grand debut, albeit a little late. ”

He opened his arms and gave Kassandra a gentle hug as she had changed.

Although it is not yet dark in the sky, according to the normal process of the Athenians' banquet, it is actually half done.

The ancient Athenians divided the banquet into two parts, the first of which was actually used for eating.

And after the first part, a short ceremony in praise of Dionysus, the god of wine, will begin. That is, the stage of drinking, socializing, and having fun.

At this time, the wine is poured into a large communal vat and seasoned according to the owner's recipe.

The recipe for the Perikles Banquet is 50 glasses of pure wine mixed with a glass of seawater, the saltiness of which further accentuates the flavor of the wine.

In terms of Lann's taste of Towson's East and Everus, which he followed Margarita to taste, the brewing techniques of this era are still very crude.

But Lan En is very good at hiding his true feelings at such a social reception, after all, the emperor's sons are familiar with this kind of thing.

Herodotus greeted and hugged Kassandra, but from time to time his eyes drifted to Len behind the falconer.

His appearance alone is too conspicuous here, not to mention that Herodotus knew more about him than just appearance.

"Hello, I'm Herodotus, one of Perikles' staff."

"You chose the right outfit for Kassandra and looked trustworthy, but it's an important part of earning trust."

Herodotus wore an Athenian blue and white robe at the banquet with a gentle smile.

Lan shook his outstretched hand, his face calm and calm.

This is another famous person.

Herodotus, the father of Western historiography.

"Kassandra is also a friend of mine, and she needs to rally support in Athens, so I'll help."

"Although I have only been back in Athens for a short time, I also know that you have more than one friend at this banquet."

Herodotus shook his head and looked at Lan with a look of surprise.

"Phidias, Alsibias, Aristophanes, and even the wise Socrates! You seem to be able to make friends with them, and they always praise you when they talk about you, I wonder if I've been away from Athens for a few months? Or has it been gone for several years? ”

"I'm sure many of these people are our mutual friends."

As he spoke, Rann placed his hand on the shoulder of Kassandra, who was obviously unaccustomed to the banquet environment and a little agitated, and turned her in the direction to face the many Athenians who had begun to drink in the courtyard.

"But our main goal today is to find help for Kassandra against the Cult."

"I have a hunch that the two of us must have a good conversation. But tonight, we should prioritize our duties as Kassandra's friends, don't you think? ”

Herodotus nodded politely.

"I couldn't agree more. Come on, Kassandra. Let me give you a brief introduction to the people at this banquet. ”

"They may not look like them, but they do hold the direction of the future with the tip of their own opinion."

Kassandra, who was slightly bound by the Athenian robes, was pushed into the courtyard of the reception by Lann and Herodotus.

Her eyebrows and eyes were raised as if they had been drawn with a daishi, and she turned white to Lan En.

And it just so happened that a man who had drunk all the wine in his glass with his head up, twitched his throat slightly, and then spat out a large puddle of pungent vomit with a 'whoa'.

Kassandra therefore looked at Herodotus with strange eyes.

The meaning is obvious: this is the person who 'holds the direction of the future with the tip of his tongue'?

Herodotus choked on the look and coughed.

Lann lifted two amphorae from the side of the communal jar, one filling the vat with wine and the other with water.

He handed both amphorae to Kassandra and said lightly.

It also saves you time on these drunkards by filling anyone's glass before you ask anyone. If anyone asks for the wine to be diluted with plenty of water first, you've found someone worth asking. ”

Herodotus covered his mouth when he had just stopped coughing, and nodded approvingly: "That's a good way." ”

"Oh~ Okay." Kassandra, who was pushed out by the two, let out a tired-sounding sigh.

"Someone should vomit blood, not poetry. The people at this banquet are too delicate. It's really uncomfortable. ”

Both Lane and Herodotus pursed their lips at the Falconer's explosive notion of the falconer, and glanced at each other behind Kassandra to make sure they felt the same way as themselves.

"Didn't Pericles attend his feast? I wanted to ask him directly if he would be better? ”

Kassandra did not seem to be very interested in Athenian banquets.

"Perikles never attends his own banquets." Herodotus explained to her. "But your words also remind me that I need to go to him. I will tell Buricles what your brother said when no one is around, and it should be a good time. ”

Lan En also held an amphora and walked to the other side.

There was a hairy, not tall, and wealthy man who was unhurriedly talking to the people around him.

"I'm going to pester Socrates first, or this guy will give a headache to everyone at the whole banquet who isn't drunk."

"Socrates, tsk." Kassandra sighed. "It's not going to be easy."

"Who's to say it isn't?" Lan shrugged, and then his joking look turned a little serious, reminding Kassandra.

"Don't drink too much, Kassandra. Don't forget the 'prey' I told you. ”

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