Astartes of the Bear School Chapter 501

Chapter 501 502. Odyssey

“The time was chosen well, the tide, wind direction, sunshine, everything is just right! The sea waits for neither men nor women.”

Barnabas stood next to the command seat and sighed.

 He will now serve as Kassandra's navigational advisor.

The bow of the Adrestia split through the waves, and the broken waves splashed up a large amount of water mist droplets, making the people on the deck feel clear and refreshing in the sunshine of the Aegean Sea.

 Barnabas looked different from the day he was rescued. He no longer looked like a drowning cat.

His long, thick hair was combed back, and his beard was parted and tied carefully. He has become a handsome uncle, looking strong and resolute.

 He shouted to his men: "Rake the oars and lower the sails."

So the crew quickly climbed up the mast like squirrels and pulled the rope. As the thunderous roar in the distance got closer, the Adelestia's white sail rolled on the mast, revealing its crimson soaring eagle crest. The sails swelled like a giant's chest in the strong wind, and the sailboat flew eastward.

“So, where are we going to set off?” Barnabas asked Cassandra, who felt everything was new and interesting, while he was directing.

 “In this vast and beautiful world, where do the great Cassandra and Lann want to go?”

 Lan En waved his hand forward, as if to drive away the disgusting compliment.

Although Barnabas probably meant it sincerely, he was still not very comfortable with it.

Fauber, on the other hand, seemed very excited about this.

 Kassandra said without any hesitation: "Megaris. We are going to Megaris."

"Megaris. Of course, Kassandra. I made a promise to the gods to be loyal to my friends - you and Lan. Even if you asked me to sail to Tartarus, I would never hesitate. Seconds. But I still have to ask a question.”

He stared ahead of the ship, out into the vast waters of the Gulf of Corinthia.

"Why? In the vast world I can take you to, why did you choose this mud pit?"

"Because there is a large bounty from Cassandra. And that is also the bargaining chip for me to find my enemy."

 Lan En explained calmly on the side.

"But that's the center of the war, Lan!" Barnabas warned sternly.

"The land of Megaris was dotted with Spartan phalanxes, and the waters were surrounded by the Athenian fleet. The latter would not have caused any problems, for although the Adrestia was a weathered little ship, she was fast, It can turn flexibly and the impact angle is sharp enough.”

"But even so, the timing of our landing is extremely poor. There are more and more rumors that Pericles will lead the Athenian army to rush into Megaris and attack the Spartan garrison. What kind of wealth is worthy of us? When is the time to set foot on such a war-torn land?"

 “Wait!” Before Cassandra could respond, Lan suddenly spoke out as if he heard some key words.

 “You said 'Pericles'?! What was the name of the consul of Athens?”

 “Of course, who else could it be?”

Pericles, the father of democracy, was a politician who promoted the democratic system in the ancient Greek city-state of Athens.

Although Lane is not familiar with the history of ancient Greece, this name is unavoidable in history.

 And according to the life of Pericles

In Lan En's brain, Mentos instantly sorted out the information in his memory and marked a few words in red.

Peloponnesian War!

Lan En's eyes narrowed slightly. Ever since he arrived here, he had heard people talking about 'this war', 'cruel war' and other topics from time to time.

At first, he thought it was just a manifestation of the early chaos of civilization.

 Fighting every now and then, this was not uncommon in BC.

 But until now, he didn't know exactly what 'this war' was. This was a war between two alliances between two city-states, Sparta and Athens, that spread for decades and stirred up the entire Greek world!

 You are in a clear and influential historical period.

 This current situation of being wallowing in the tide of history makes Lan En feel very strange.

 “I want to get the head of a Spartan general in Megaris.”

Kassandra looked at Lan En, who was stunned, and then answered Barnabas's question herself.

The nearby crew members gasped in shock.

“My employer asked me to kill the general known as Sparta [Blood Wolf].”

"The [Blood Wolf] of Sparta?" Barnabas showed a wry smile, "You really took on a difficult task. I heard that Nikolaos of Sparta has iron shoulders, so He even sleeps with a spear in his hand and one eye open. His guards are like evil spirits..."

And Cassandra didn't hear what Barnabas said later. Her eyes suddenly lost their light after hearing the name, as if she was caught in some kind of memory or trance.

Lann noticed this keenly. He walked gently to Cassandra's side and held her shoulders to prevent her from stumbling on the undulating deck.

"What's wrong with you?"

He asked Cassandra in a low voice, and waved to the unclear crew members around him, telling them not to panic.

Next to him, Fu Bai was also worried.

But this woman, who had always been strong and confident, seemed to have lost her heart at this moment, and softened in Lan En's arms.

 But only once.

The next moment, Cassandra became strong and powerful again. She reached out and patted Lan En's arm to support her, and stood firm on her own. There was something sharp and tough in his eyes that was even more intense.

 “Take me to Megaris at once, right now.”

Kassandra's tone was calm, but there was no doubt about it.

“But I still don't understand, there are so many places under the light of the sun **** Helios, why do we have to risk our lives to go there?”

"Because of the [Blood Wolf] of Sparta." Kassandra whispered, "He is my father."

 “The father who once threw me off a cliff.”

 For this reason, no one can say anything.

 Barnabas began to chart the course, while Lane and Fulb stood quietly on the side.

Stories about blood relatives killing each other, and blood relatives being entangled and painful because of unpredictable fates have penetrated into the foundation of culture along with the spread of songs, legends, and myths in the land of Greece.

 In the hearts of all Greeks, this is a journey that even the gods should not hinder.

 “Ah, Cephalonia, I remember.”

Suddenly, Lan whispered beside Cassandra.

“Odysseus set out to return to his hometown after the Battle of Troy to find his relatives. His hometown was Cephalonia, and his journey is called the 'Odyssey'.”

"And now, you are going to set off from his ending point and go on your own 'Odyssey', Kassandra."

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