Fauber is no longer the little girl who has just escaped from Kephalonia, a poor country from ancient Greek times.

She developed her talents under the tutelage of Ran, and relied on her excellent social skills to build a small estate for herself and the orphans in the city of Athens.

Lann taught her the art of force, and the experience of working for Aspasia over the years taught her a sensitivity to the atmosphere and a thoughtfulness from this brilliant female politician.

"There's something wrong with that, Maurice Dieter."

Fauber said to his messenger.

The little girl frowned slightly and subconsciously bit her lip.

Now at Maurice Diet's home, the political ally of Buricles, like Pericles, has a great deal of wealth, but his ambition for political status prevents him from spending it on material comforts.

Instead, he bought a small house on the side of the street of Athens without even a courtyard, in order to show that he was 'better off being poor than being rich without discipline'.

Although the tapestries in this small house, the clay that paved the floor, and the pottery placed on the floor are all of the best in the city of Athens.

And now, Fauber was lying beside the carved wooden window of the little house, his eyes warily and carefully looking out along the edge of the window.

At first glance, the situation on the outside seems 'normal'.

The sun, dulled by smoke and dust, and many of the clay pots containing flower branches along the once neat and white paved stone avenue have now been stripped of the ornaments that could not save Athens.

Instead, wormwood was installed, flames were lit, and the pungent but reassuring smoke rose and drifted away.

And on the avenue, the sladied, withered dead were piled together, also burning.

And those relatives and friends who are still reluctant to give up on the deceased are beating their chests frantically outside the fire, or kneeling in a daze, looking at the fire.

And outside the small circle of these people around the fire, there are also some depressed and angry people who are moving around the city.

Some of these people were people who had to come out to work in the face of the plague, others were mobs who wanted to make a fortune in the midst of the chaos, and there were fools who were aroused by the wrath of Kleon.

It's all normal, but Faober's inexplicable just doesn't feel right.

"You'd better call your hired guards to work and let them follow you, and leave now. Instead of letting them guard this house and go to the lecture by themselves. ”

The little girl turned her head earnestly and gave advice to her sender.

Maurice Dieter was a typical Athenian politician, with a somewhat chubby build, heavy body hair, balding hairstyle, and a large beard.

After listening to Fauber's words, he first frowned, and then waved his hand without looking back.

So in the corner of the house, an Egyptian dressed in full linen armor and with a sickle sword pinned to his waist walked out of the house, apparently to check on the situation.

The Mediterranean was an excellent trade route between Africa and Greece, so even blacks could be seen in Athens, and Egyptian mercenaries were not uncommon.

The Egyptian with the sickle sword looked around outside and then turned back, laughing and shaking his head.

"This little girl is too timid, don't let her cowardice affect you, Maurice Dieter. Cowards can't achieve great things, they will only be scared to death halfway through and drowned in the sand. ”

The Egyptians laughed and said.

Maurice Dieter waved his hand, not responding to the words of his guard, but did not look at Fauc again, but seemed to be reading the papyrus that Fauber had sent.

Even though there were only two sentences on this papyrus, he had read it many times.

Fauber sighed, understanding that this was the other party's response.

A battle-hardened escort from Egypt to Athens is more credible than a hairless little girl.

And taking escorts to political speeches does not seem to be close to the people, not brave, not 'poor', in short, not good for the political image.

That's about it.

If it is Fauber, who has just come to Athens, he may be angry at the other party's underestimation at this time, and even argue with reason.

But now, she's a lot calmer.

Fauber didn't want to say anything more, so she immediately after her salute came out of Morris Diet's house like a rabbit out of the hole.

For some reason, Fauber felt a 'hunch' in her heart that somehow made her feel that it was dangerous.

This feeling first appeared nearly half a year ago, and by now, it is appearing more and more frequently.

And to this day. She had never felt so strong!

After escaping out of Morrisdeter's house, Fauber did not immediately use the [Light Body Technique] to jump onto the continuous roofs and rush on them.

Because that inexplicable feeling told her that someone was staring at her now.

Jumping on a roof that doesn't usually attract attention when no one is looking, and then moving quickly and dodging over it is a convenient and discreet way.

But in the case of someone staring at the whole time, jumping on the roof will only make you more visible.

Under the sense of crisis, it made Fauber, a little girl with an adventurous spirit, more calm and calm.

Her eyes were wandering around in concealment, but her body was walking on the street like a normal person.

With a 'stab', she tore off a small hem of her short white skirt, and then tied the rags to her face with her hands and feet, covering her mouth and nose.

"I hope the methods that Lan En taught me will work, and that if I get infected, he will cure me. No, of course he can cure me, but I can't guarantee that I won't be left with a dark illness after being tormented by the plague. ”

Fauber muttered under his breath, then frowned and squeezed towards the people on the street.

She prepared to enter the crowd to confuse the gaze of the spotlighter.

As soon as she managed to escape from the surveillance, she would immediately be able to show that she was more agile than a cat, and then escape.

But obviously, the people who came after this time were not the kind of third-rate people who could be easily dismissed.

"Ahh

Short, painful, panicked screams came from the houses on the side of the street.

It was a series of screams, and the people in the streets were not surprised, because in today's Athens, burglaries and murders are not new.

People on the street lack even the curiosity to glance over there.

But Fauber, who was already crowded in the crowd, turned pale.

For in the midst of several short screams, she heard the voice of the politician Morrisdit, and the voice of the Egyptian guard.

Although Morris Dieter did not take a fancy to a little girl's warning, he was a rich politician after all.

The guards he chose were almost all expensive, and one of them was the Egyptian who could make it to Athens from the sea in today's harsh circumstances.

Fauber believed that if his story could be polished and told by Aristoxine, it would be a legendary play.

But even a warrior of this level. Even a scream that was so short that it could only be screamed?

"Artifact."

Fauber could only think of this possibility.

The enemy is the one who holds the artifact!

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