MTL - Astartes of the Bear School-Chapter 836 818 situation assassination

Chapter 836 818. Situational Assassination

Phidias's words did not surprise Lan En. Judging from the belief patterns of this civilization period, this is a normal phenomenon.

 “And if that’s all, it’s not a big problem.”

But Phidias now looks tired and depressed, and it doesn’t look like it’s just because of the ‘plague’.

"Why."

 He sighed deeply.

“The plague is terrible, but what’s even more terrible is that people’s crazy thinking after suffering from the plague is leading everything to a worse place. This is what Socrates said when he talked to me.”

"There are a lot of discussions in the city now. Some people say that this is not divine punishment, but that spies of the Peloponnesian League poisoned the city. And later the Spartans' performance of shrinking their troops outside the city was also because of us. In the eyes, this makes people believe this statement even more.”

“The people who believed this rumor were angry at the Spartans, yes, very angry. But what could be done?”

"They have been suppressing us on the land battlefield, and now we are suffering from the plague. Is it possible that we have to go out and fight them outside the city now?"

Lan En's eyes narrowed slightly, and he sensed a hint of public opinion conspiracy in this rumor.

Pericles' main political opponent, a brown-haired middle-aged man who is good at inciting the emotions of the masses and taking advantage of them.

 “He gave a live speech?”

"At this juncture, he never thought of appeasing the public anger. Instead, he set up a temporary podium outside Pericles' house! He advocated that Pericles was a man who used so-called 'rationality' and 'long-term vision' to cover up his cowardly character. The weakling!"

 It is normal for Athenians to be angry. But the problem is, if this anger can be transformed into a will to fight against the enemy, it will certainly get twice the result with half the effort.

Phidias bowed his head and added.

Through the education he received over the past ten years, as well as the insights of the Emperor's Children, Lan En was immediately keenly aware of the malice in this rumor.

Lan crossed his arms sensibly and spoke towards Phidias on the second floor above.

"let me guess."

 “What about Cleon?” Lan En immediately captured a name from his own impression.

 “They have thrown it away.”

Just like Phidias and Cassandra now, they still think this is just a rumor. It's still quite a well-founded and well-organized rumor.

 But if you are not knowledgeable enough or educated enough, you may not even notice it.

This is a political attack, and it's a not-so-subtle kind.

Anger that cannot be expressed towards the enemy will not disappear in a vacuum, it will only be transferred.

Angry people only think about venting their anger, but don’t think about how to clean up the mess after the anger.

 “Cleon is the leader outside Pericles’ house.”

Then to whom will this anger be directed?

 —The current ruler of Athens, Pericles.

But now as long as the rulers are clear-headed, they should understand that sending troops to attack while suffering from a plague is simply to send people to death.

Phidias said with hatred.

“Should the entrance to Pericles’s mansion be overcrowded now? The protesting citizens are eager to throw **** at his door?”

Lan En asked with raised eyebrows.

 Speeches are nothing. In the political atmosphere of Athens, speeches and debates are things that citizens like to do under everyone's gaze. The more people pay attention, the more enthusiastic they will be.

 Because it means prestige and visibility, which is good for future participation in politics.

 But when the plague is rampant, talking in a large crowd of people with spittle

 Isn’t he afraid of death?

“Maybe he has a divine weapon on him.” Kassandra, who was beside Lan, spread her hands indifferently.

“Or maybe there are subordinates around him who can use the artifact, and they have given him a protective film or something.”

 “Can the artifact still be used in this way?”

 Lan En looked at Cassandra in surprise. He still lacked the same understanding of things in this world as the locals.

"It's just a plague." The beauty raised in the Aegean Sea shrugged. She looked at Lan En's surprised expression and expressed that she was also surprised.

"Remember what I told you? I once stabbed a man through the kidney, and then the man knocked me away with a backhand. Compared with this, is it normal to isolate the plague?"

 The corners of Lan En's mouth twitched. Although both were outrageous, the two things obviously had different principles. A guy who can withstand a stab with a sharp knife may not be able to withstand a disease.

 But in Cassandra's mind, this thing that has no logical relationship is established.

 The most important thing is that the stupid beauty was right.

“You should have said so earlier.” Lan En slapped his forehead, “We’re going to go straight to Pericles to finish the work? I was afraid that you would be infected with the plague, so I came here first!”

 “You didn’t ask! And why do you think I’m so fragile?”

Compared to other women, Kassandra, who was born in Sparta, is obviously more concerned about the fact that "Lane sees herself as very fragile".

She stared at Lan En with wide eyes, and made a fist with her right hand, hitting her Amazon breastplate with a bang.

 Courageous, confident and strong.

 Lan En quickly spread his hands, trying to express that he didn't mean to say anything, and more importantly, he cared about her.

 But then, Lan En's eyes froze.

He raised his left hand quickly towards Phidias who was watching the excitement on the second floor!

 “Click~呲!”

 After the sound of mechanical clenching, there was the sound of a sharp object rapidly cutting through the air.

The hook lock on Lan En's left arm armor flew straight out under the action of the projector, although it did not reach supersonic speed like when [Alder's Seal] pushed it.

However, the activation speed of the mechanical structure is faster than the handprint.

Phidias was startled and instinctively shrank to the side.

Immediately afterwards, the hook connected to the rope made of the tanned mane of the big ferocious jackal suddenly made a snapping sound behind Phidias!

"ah!"

  Accompanied by the sound of bites, there were also screams.

 A killer sneaked into the second floor of Phidias's workshop at some unknown time. The wrist holding a scimitar was just bitten by Lan's slinger hook!

 The basic requirement of the hook lock of the New World Survey Group is to allow hunters with equipment to hang on dangerous terrain and even move.

This kind of mechanical bite, which can withstand a tensile force of at least a few hundred kilograms, crushed the killer's wrist with an iron wrist guard in an instant!

Immediately afterwards, Lan En pulled his left hand, and the person behind Phidias involuntarily broke through the wooden handrail and fell down!

Kassandra next to Lan En had taken off the long bow from her back at some point.

 He drew the bow and nocked the arrow in one go. Before Lan En could drag the man to the ground, an arrow went straight into the eye socket of the opponent's armor in mid-air!

 Lan controlled the mechanical structure to loosen and the rope to recover. The force of Cassandra's arrow caused the corpse still in mid-air to roll sideways before landing on the ground.

 The man who fell to the ground was wearing iron Greek armor. Greaves, skirt, breastplate, wrist guards. There is also an iron faceplate depicting the old man's face, and the helmet has black and purple horsehair-style tassels.

 The cult guard.

 Lann and Cassandra recognized the identity of this person at first sight.

“Phidias, hide to the side, away from the second floor door.”

Cassandra ordered, and at the same time raised the long bow in her hand and pointed it at the door of the second floor. There were golden particles shining on the wrist of the bow.

The killer just now was approaching Phidias in the corridor.

The sculptor rolled and crawled towards the other end of the corridor under Cassandra's order.

 “Want to kill him? Show your head! Let’s see who is faster?”

The golden particles on Cassandra's wrist wrapped around the arrow. When Lan En saw this move a year and a half ago, he could shoot it directly through the head of a male lion and send the lion's body flying. Two meters away.

 It seems to be called [Destroying Shot].

Under such a kinetic attack, so what if you carry a tower shield? If you show your head, you will die.

While raising her bow to intimidate the cult guards at the door of the second floor, Kassandra winked at Lan En.

The witcher understood this and walked towards the stairs on the second floor.

 (End of this chapter)