The Adrestia cleaves the waves in the clear blue Aegean Sea.

"Ah, it's nice to travel with you again, Lanne."

Enthusiastic and a little talkative, Barnabas patted the witcher's arm vigorously.

When he saw Lan En again after a few months, he was still amazed by the change in his height.

And repeatedly emphasized: can you let Lan En stand on his shoulders when he grows like a giant in mythology.

It took a lot of effort for Len to get the faithful follower of the Greek gods to give up the idea, knowing that his height was the limit at this point.

On the trip to Andros, Herodotus still followed.

It seems that the scholar and traveler wanted to be more involved in the falconer's adventures and records than he was a staff member in the city of Athens.

Lane didn't think he would want to be separated from Kassandra for most of the rest of the day. After all, if you search the entire Greek world, it is estimated that there are few such wonderful adventures.

"Andros Island."

With his waist propped up, Barnabas stood on the side of the boat, looking with his one eye at the approaching white sand and rocks, with some excitement.

"This is a good place, Kassandra!"

Ryan stood beside Kassandra, and the witcher watched the falconer's expression become confused and a little embarrassed.

"Andros, I've heard of it before, is a good place, well, a good place!"

Actually, you haven't heard of it at all, have you?

Lan En tilted his head and snickered, sneering at the same time.

It was clear that Herodotus understood from Kassandra's confused tone and forced proof that she had heard of it.

He looked at the mercenary beside him in disbelief.

"This is Andros! It produces the best and most expensive marble in the Greek world! ”

Kassandra pouted and didn't speak.

And Barnabas laughed and added: "There is also the burial place of the first warrior of Greece, Achilles!" Let's take a look. ”

"Oh!" As Barnabas explained, Kassandra's eyes lit up and she made a sound of realization.

"That's the Andros Island!"

Obviously, talking to Kassandra about commerce, trade, products, and origins is far less effective than telling her heroic epics and legends.

Barnabas and Kassandra laughed merrily and heroically, with a sailor's pride.

But the knowledge of these two people made Herodotus on the side hold his head.

"You two are hopeless."

In the midst of laughter, the historian let out a helpless sigh.

The Adrestia soon stopped at a natural harbor on one of the islands, and Rann disembarked with Kassandra and headed for the island.

Most of the island is white rocks and sandy beaches, and you can only see vegetation and animals when you walk to the center of the island.

Under Icarus's high-altitude reconnaissance, Kassandra quickly found her target.

It is a huge gate on the mountain of the island, which blends with the rocks.

There are obvious artificial traces on this door, horizontal and vertical lines, and aesthetic geometric figures. It's no wonder that Herodotus, after a long journey, still remembered the place and showed Kassandra the way.

This mathematical aesthetic is similar to the lines on the blade of Kassandra's broken spear.

In this era of civilization that generally pursues the beauty of biological movement and the grand beauty of religion, this art style that advocates rationality can be called unique and recognizable.

Lan En's hand slapped against the huge, heavy stone door, making a 'popping' porcelain crash.

"The door also weighs at least a few hundred tons."

The witcher looked at the closed crack in the middle of the door and frowned.

"How do we get in? Do you have a clue, Kassandra? ”

And when Lan En turned to look, he found that the falconer was holding his broken spear, looking at it intently.

It's like you're stuck in some kind of memory.

"Hesitation only speeds up the way to the grave." After a moment, Kassandra muttered, breaking free from her memories. "Mother, I have never forgotten your teachings."

Lan watched quietly from the side. For a person whose family has been torn apart and has lived alone for ten or twenty years, memories of family should be precious and intimate.

It's better not to interject rashly.

Kassandra walked straight to the gate, her broken spear stretched forward like a torch. And the blade of the broken spear really glowed with a gentle golden light as it approached the gate, and the material of the steel was dyed with a topaz-like feeling with the light.

The gates rumbled at the same time, opening in both directions with the flying ash that had been shaken down.

The two of them then walked inside.

"'Hesitation only speeds up the way to the grave.'"

As he walked, Lane spoke to Kassandra.

"Is this your mother's education for you?"

"Yes." Kassandra nodded slightly, "That was a long time ago. ”

"It seems that the wise are always very different." Ryan walked after Kassandra and said, "A master who taught me a set of swordsmanship told me that if you hesitate, you will fail. ”

The further the two walked inside, the more obvious Kassandra's shock became.

The architectural style and scale of the building here obviously shocked her who has been to Athens.

"Something is shining."

Lan En keenly sensed the anomaly in the distance.

It was a platform surrounded by four stone pillars, one of which had a spear-shaped silhouette glowing golden.

As if sensing the approach of the broken spear behind Kassandra.

With such an obvious graphic pairing, it goes without saying that you know what to do.

Kassandra placed the broken spear on her back into the outline of the stone pillar.

As a result, some incomprehensible pictures and texts gradually lit up on the originally ordinary stone pillars, as well as a few triangular grooves.

Kassandra's mouth was slightly open, still processing her somewhat confused brain reaction.

And Lan En, who had already seen the scene of the human interstellar empire in the [Memory Deep Dive], performed much better than her.

The witcher's fingers stroked the outline of the triangle and found a sense of familiarity in both size and thickness.

"It's kind of like an artifact fragment from those members of the Cult?"

Lann and Kassandra looked at each other, pulled out one and two triangular fragments, respectively, from their bodies and placed them on them.

In a sudden burst of golden light, a female voice that she had never heard before began to announce.

"The forge has been started. Synchronizing data transfer continuity. Contact has been made. ”

In a burst of golden light, the blade of the broken spear seemed to burst into some kind of hologram data matrix.

There is no doubt that this guy who was used by Kassandra to cut people is really a supercomputer.

And when Kassandra carefully took the broken spear from the pillar after the golden light.

The rough and worn broken spear handle has been repurposed to fit the grip and delicately wound leather

It's hard to figure out what kind of transformation it has undergone.

The enhancement of the broken spear also led to the enhancement of Kassandra.

Further on the platform, there was a door that could not be entered, and the door was completely sealed with golden energy.

And on the other stone pillars of this platform, there are also some grooves for the contours of weapons.

Kassandra recognized that one of the sword-shaped grooves was supposed to match the weapon on the waist of her brother, who had been brainwashed by the Cult.

But after searching all over Lanne, he couldn't find a groove that matched the Ankka in his hand.

This artifact, which can be easily biochemically modified, does not have any connection or reaction to anything in this building.

It seems that they should have nothing to do with the First Civilization.

This made Rann a little disappointed as expected.

After all, it seems that it was an accident for Hapalos to get this artifact from Egypt.

It's certainly not realistic to be able to find a forge connected to it by just looking around on your own.

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