"Are you alright, Phidias?"

Lan En behind the mud wall asked lightly.

The sculptor across the wall is a little more frightened.

"No, I'm fine."

"Thank you, thank you! Zeus, if it weren't for you, I would have died today! ”

"Be careful, man. According to the current Athenian ethos, you should be grateful to Apollo. ”

Lan reminded in a joking tone.

"Yes, yes, Apollo! Thank God for prophecy and foresight! ”

Phidias' tongue was knotted.

The sound of dragging heavy flesh from behind the mud wall, Phidias's ability to associate with an artist of excellence, made him feel as if he had seen Ryan handle the corpse.

Kassandra, who was still in the hall on the first floor, slowly loosened the bowstring and tucked the longbow behind her back again.

"Socrates seems to be right."

Lan En said as he dragged the corpses of several Cult guards who had been killed by himself.

In order to prevent the plague from harming Phidias, he was not prepared to cross the wall and speak to him face to face.

"Now because of the chaos in the city of Athens, everyone wants to take advantage of the chaos to do what they want to do."

As the saying goes: it's easy to fish in troubled waters.

Phidias knew that Lane was reminding himself, but he could only curl up behind the wall and smile bitterly.

"Who's to say it isn't? If the situation is stable, I will go to the mansion of Perikles every few days to attend a banquet and show my face. These Cult guards don't have the guts to come and kill me in the open. Oh, the plague is such a good fig leaf. ”

"Now many of the rich people in Athens have died, and the thieves and bandits have taken advantage of this opportunity to break into many empty doors. There are also defenders who specialize in robbing the dead of people's money, and have launched many lawsuits against the dead rich. ”

"Socrates once said to me with great foresight that the bandits and thieves will not live well if they take the money of the dead, because the plague makes people panic, and no one knows who will live until the next day, so they will spend and squander it. Treat each day as if it were your own death. ”

"Who could be more unscrupulous than someone who thinks he's going to die?"

"And if there are too many unscrupulous people like this," Lann added in a deep voice, "then the order is over." ”

"Who's to say it isn't?" Phidias smiled wryly, "No wonder Socrates has always missed the days when he talked to you, the words of the two of you are very different. ”

Lan En subconsciously shook his head.

It's not that he hates Socrates, the bohemian and extraordinarily wise fat man, and it's funny to talk to him.

It's just that Alsibees, who often smells and comes over, is a little unbearable.

"Change the subject." Lan En looked up, "You've learned not to have contact with others during the plague now, it's the right decision, who told you that?" ”

As he spoke, Lan En clapped his hands as he threw the corpses of the Cult guards down the stairs to the first floor.

"Oh, that's what you say?"

At this point, Phidias got his hands dirty. After all, it really didn't make him feel so bad since the outbreak of the plague, so he trusted it now.

"It was taught to me by a doctor from Macedonia, who was asked by Pericles to come and treat Athens. But unfortunately, more people than this doctor still want to go to the idol to pray. ”

"A doctor in Macedonia?"

Kassandra asked suddenly and bewilderedly.

Lan En asked strangely as he walked briskly down.

"Do you know this doctor?"

Kassandra raised an eyebrow: "Is his name Hippocrates?" ”

"Oh, Kassandra! Do you know him? ”

Phidias said in surprise.

"Of course. When Socrates asked me to go to Argolis to ask the priest of the god of medicine for my mother's whereabouts, he specifically mentioned this person. ”

Kassandra nodded, and it seemed that she had a good impression of both Socrates and Hippocrates.

"He's a good doctor, and he's much more useful than the priests in the temple who only pay tribute."

"Thank you, Phidias. We know what to do next. ”

Rann had already walked over to Kassandra by this time, and looked up to the sculptor in the corridor on the second floor.

"You'd better find another place to live, you've got a lot of money, right? Cover your mouth and nose on the road, don't touch the sick person, as well as water and food. The plague will not end in a while, and the Cult of God will certainly not mind taking advantage of the chaos to eliminate all the people in the city of Athens who want to be eliminated. ”

"We have to go, goodbye, Phidias."

"Take care, goodbye, Kassandra. Goodbye, Lanne. ”

The sculptor in the corridor on the second floor watched his two friends walk out of his workshop with a melancholy face.

And then, he had to pick himself up and start packing his things, ready to leave this already unsafe place.

He had nothing to bring, namely precious gold, silver, jewelry, and savings.

With his skill in creating the statue of Athena on the Acropolis and in the Parthenon, he could be rich and wealthy anywhere.

As Ryan and Kassandra walked out of the workshop, the witcher beckoned, and the flannel ball, which had been standing guard at the side window of the workshop, ran to all fours.

As soon as it heard the sound of conflict, it consciously guarded the only exit except the gate.

"Here's this for you, see if you can use it?"

Lan En handed Kassandra a hammer spear, the artifact of the tall Cult guard just now.

Although it is an out-and-out heavy weapon, Lan En feels that with Kassandra's current physical fitness, it should be quite easy to use.

Sure enough, after the falconer got his hands on it, the bronze hammer spear, which was mixed with the remnants of the Isu technology and possessed far more performance than the current era, emitted a golden light that was even more dazzling than when the previous owner used it.

This made Rann wonder again: what rank is Kassandra's Isu bloodline?

Except for Hapalos, who was originally combined by the Elven Beacon and Ankh Cross, so that her body shape changed, and a golden circuit pattern grew on her chest, all the artifacts in her hands would only be brighter and stronger, not dull and ineffective.

"Hah! Thank you! ”

Kassandra, who had received the gift, jumped up and pressed Lan's head down, and gnawed on it enthusiastically.

Receiving a hammer spear that could smash a bison's head seemed to make her happier than receiving precious jewelry and flowers, and made her feel loved.

Maybe this is the Spartans?

"This hammer spear emits a concussive power that works on the flesh through the enemy's armor, which is great! My knife is just about to fail. Just on top! ”

(End of chapter)