The owner of the artifact.

Although among this kind of characters, she is as powerful as Kassandra. But at a normal level, this kind of opponent is not a threat in the eyes of Rann and Kassandra.

It's just a troublesome character who needs to be cut a few more times because of the protection of the artifact.

But for ordinary people who don't have an artifact, or can't be recognized by an artifact, what's the difference between this and meeting a plate knight in the Bronze Age?!

There is still the possibility of replacing human lives on the battlefield, but how can this be fought in an ordinary battle that is open and can be relaxed?

An ordinary plate knight may be bulky, but the function of the artifact is strange, and protection is only a basic ability.

The [Amazon shins] on Kassandra's feet can still explode explosively.

Fauber was hunted down by the artifact holder, and her premonition of crisis was now swelling like never before, making her heart pound.

The vision in front of him seems to be blurred by the disturbance of the heartbeat.

That's not quite right.

Fauber thought to himself.

Even if she is flustered, she is not so panicked that her eyes are blurred? The years and a half of life in Athens have not come for nothing.

I have the plague and am I sick? Or was I just poisoned?

The thoughts in his head were flying, and Fauber could only take one step at a time.

Trying to find a denser crowd, digging in, and then getting out again.

But the feeling of being watched and followed has always been with me.

Even the people who were following her were getting closer and closer, almost giving up concealment, and began to rudely push away the pedestrians who stood in the way.

The sound of cursing and falling from pedestrians could already reach Fauber's ears.

In this case, Fauber walked briskly, not caring which way he was going, but only approaching in the general direction of the Perikles Mansion.

There's Lane, there's Kassandra, there's even Flannel Ball. With them here, it's definitely no problem to deal with a few artifact holders who pop up out of nowhere!

But soon, Fauber finds trouble because of his blurred vision.

She found herself bored walking into a building with only two entrances and exits.

Pericles Theatre, which is also the contribution left by Pericles to the Athenians.

Thick columns of cylindrical marble, artistic wall paintings, neatly arranged audience benches, and a theatrical stage in front of it.

These things are quite artistic in ordinary eyes, and they also reflect the importance that Athens attaches to art and cultivating sentiments.

But now

At the exit in front of Fauber, two warriors armed with hook knives and shields, and black and purple tassels on the old man's mask and helmet blocked the exit.

And behind her, two other warriors dressed in the same attire also walked in.

At the door where Fauber had just entered, there was a pile of sick bodies burning.

And one of the Cult guards directly reached out and dragged out two burning corpses from the fire, dragged them to the exit of the theater, and blocked them.

The sound of sandals stomping on the marble floor 'clicked', slow and heavy.

The friction sound of dragging the corpse and the 'crackling' sound of the human body burning even reverberated under the sound-gathering structure of the theater, an empty and permeating echo.

"I'm sorry, kid."

The Cult guard, who was dragging two burning corpses to block the door with his bare hands, spoke under the old man's mask as he drew his hook knife.

The twin snakes on his shield shimmered in the flickering firelight.

It doesn't look sacred, but it's eerily cold.

"The order we received was: kill Morris Diet, and leave no one alive."

"You really shouldn't have come to his house today."

Fauber's throat rolled up and down, and he swallowed a mouthful of saliva with difficulty.

At the same time, the body arched slightly, like a cat ready to attack.

She moved her left wrist slightly, feeling the grip of the Hidden Blade and the firmness of its bindings.

At the same time, it seems that because the sense of crisis has swelled to the peak, Fauber's originally vague vision suddenly becomes clear.

Also, there are some differences from the normal field of vision.

It was as if she had suddenly 'marked' the Cult guards.

After marking, even if these people moved to the building, she could clearly 'see' the outline and location of these people.

You can even see their hands behind the raised shields!

Fauber didn't know what was going on for the time being, but she was not ready to sit back when her vision was clear.

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On the other side, Lann was also led by the flannel ball, helping Perikles to his cherished Parthenon.

"The ship that Aspasia is contacting is the Adrestia, which is Kassandra's."

Lane led the frail old man to the highest point of the Acropolis, and looked down from the cliff here to see the whole city of Athens.

The Parthenon was built here because Perikles wanted the whole city to see this miraculous structure, and also to reflect Athena's high status.

Not all of the tall and majestic temples were made of solid marble, and when they were built, the famous artists of the city of Athens came to give their skills here.

On the walls of the temple, the artists depicted the mythical story of Athena with frescoes, as well as the story of the city of Athens.

In the temple, there is a bronze statue of Athena carved by Phidias himself.

The shape is the same as the huge statue in the city, but it is still more than 10 meters tall after being reduced to equal proportions, and the details are more delicate.

Even during this plague-ridden period, the Athenians sprinkled the temple with flower petals and placed offerings in red copper jars and bottles at the feet of the statue of Athena.

The smoke of incense wafted into a line and lingered around the statue. It seems more ethereal, even divine.

Lane helped Pericles in, his ears flapping slightly, and he heard a few breaths outside the side door of the main hall.

He didn't think much about it, after all, in this era, even if it was a plague period, there must be priests in the temple.

Or rather, it is in difficult times that there will be priests.

Rann helped Perikles to the statue of Athena and stepped aside.

He doesn't believe in God, but he doesn't disturb other people's worship.

But when Perikles had just reverently knelt down in front of the statue of Athena, clasping his hands together, Ran's brow furrowed.

His eyes were on the side door of the temple.

The sound of breathing was approaching, and the sound of sandals trampling on marble was crisp and powerful.

But the problem is that those sounds are accompanied by the sound of armor parts colliding with each other!

Priests don't wear armor in the temple!

"Perikles, get up first."

With his left hand resting on the hilt of the sword at his waist, Lan's eyes fixed on the side door as he walked toward the kneeling Archon of Athens.

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