Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 474 474. The Gods of Phoebe

 The land visible to the naked eye made Lan En feel relaxed in his heart.

Although Mentos's plan and his own execution ability are enough to ensure that he will not be dragged down by the armor and drown like an unlucky guy in the deep water.

 But who can refuse a safer and more convenient way of self-rescue?

With his feet touching the seabed, Lan En has a stable point of force, so his body can move more smoothly.

He smoothly took off the main body of his master-level armor, that is, the external and internal plate armor, a robe with a large chain mail structure, and a pair of strong and reliable gloves.

After stuffing it into his alchemy leather bag, he used his much lighter body to jump from the sea bed to the higher land.

 The oxygen is probably enough.

 Lan En was jumping forward in the sea water while estimating the oxygen consumption of his body.

 Mentos sensed Lan En's behavior, and its improved computing power completed in an instant what previously took nearly a minute to do.

It combines the oxygen storage in Lan En's lungs and his body's real-time oxygen consumption data to directly create a progress bar.

The full state of this progress bar is Lan En's mobility under water.

Lan En looked at the progress bar on his retina. The current oxygen level was about four-fifths, but when he advanced more than ten meters, the progress bar slid down to seven-tenths at a constant speed.

Now, he was only less than forty meters away from where he could stick his head out of the sea.

 The oxygen is indeed enough.

 Lan En's calm mentality and excellent body control kept his oxygen consumption stable.

 While the witcher was steadily advancing on the seabed, a rope fell from the sea.

 A hemp rope that looked abandoned for a long time. There were even black mold spots on the knots of the hemp rope.

 But it is a rope after all, and depending on the direction, it is still thrown from the coast.

Lan En didn’t hesitate and grabbed the hemp rope floating in the sea and started to pull himself away.

 This can save a lot of effort in sea water.

 Finally, the waves on the sea washed Lan En's silver hair again.

The witcher first exposed his head to the sea, and then step by step, he walked onto the land surrounded by waves.

The sparse sea water dripped from his body on the beach. Lan En loosened the hemp rope on his hand. He stretched his hair backwards with one hand, and his hand supported his waist. He breathed a long breath.

 “Breathe in and breathe out!”

 Although under his control, the oxygen progress bar never dropped below three-tenths, people who came up from the water would inevitably want to take a breath.

Just as Lan En was gasping for breath, a little girl jumped up and waved her hand below his field of vision, trying to attract his attention.

That was a little girl who looked sloppy, but this sloppiness may be more due to her poor life than her personality.

 Because her black hair was tied behind her ears, and a bun was neatly tied on the top of her head.

She was wearing a pair of leather sandals, and the only clothing on her body was probably a "short skirt costume" made of linen that was simply sewn a few times to have holes for her head and arms to stick out, and a belt was added to the waist.

This style of clothing looks familiar to Lan En, a former history buff.

The little girl was still waving, because the witcher's eyes that were recalling knowledge made her think that the witcher had not yet recovered from being released into the air.

 “Hey! Wake up! Are you okay?”

Amber cat eyes condensed from memories and focused on the other person.

 The little girl saw it clearly, but she was not frightened at all. Instead, she was even more excited.

 “No need to wave, miss. I’m fine.”

“Did you throw down the rope just now? Thank you very much for helping me.”

Lan replied while shaking his hair.

At the same time, he began to turn his head and look around. This was the first time he had looked at this world since he fell into the sea after entering this world. The blue water sparkles in the sunlight, like a dinner plate made of precious stones. The waves rolled gently over the beach, and the soft, cool foam slowly swept over his boots made of dragon leather.

In the spotless sky, flocks of seagulls were shouting endlessly.

 The weather here is a bit hot.

“Haha, you called me ‘Miss’? No, that’s not important. Can you give me an eagle?”

 “Wait a minute, what the hell?”

The little girl's eyes were rounded with anticipation, but her aimless and wish-like questions aroused Lan En's surprised counter-questions.

 “That’s the kind of eagle that listens to me!”

 “Why do you think I can give you an eagle?”

Although if you use [Yaxsi Sign], it seems that you can tame an eagle in a short period of time.

“Didn’t you give Cassandra an obedient eagle? It’s Icarus!”

The little girl said unconvinced, and the movement of her hands on her hips showed that she thought her reasons were very tenable.

"Please! You admit that I helped you, don't you? How about you help me bring Chara to life?"

As she spoke, she took out a small wooden sculpture of a flying eagle.

 Obviously, this small sculpture is her ‘Charla’.

Lan En had an expression on his face that he didn't know what to say. There were so many questions in the little girl's words that he actually didn't know where to start.

 After a moment of silence, Lan En pinched his brow with his fingers and said.

“Miss, why don’t we introduce ourselves first? I’ll go first. My name is Lan En.”

"My name is Fu Bai, and I am not a young lady. I am not worthy."

 Speaking of this, Fu Bai smiled sarcastically, with a sense of inferiority and a forced indifference in his smile.

 “Okay, Fubo.”

 Lan En tilted his head and smiled, looking down at the dark and thin little girl.

“You just said that we gave an eagle to a person named Cassandra, and the eagle was named Icarus. What do you mean by ‘we’?”

"You." Fu Bai's face showed a clear look of matter-of-factness, "Who else could it be? Gods!"

“The eagle is the beloved bird of the gods and one of the incarnations of Zeus! Who but you can command these noble beasts so that they know whom to follow?”

 “Gods? Greek gods?”

Lan En opened his mouth, but in the end he could only say.

 “No, I’m not.”

 “Of course! You are not one of the gods on Mount Olympus.”

Fubai looked like he understood, and he even stepped forward and patted the back of Lan En's hand affectionately.

“Although you walked out of an invisible door in mid-air, even though you are tall and handsome beyond mortals, with eyes that no human can have, and hair that looks like molten silver, you are not one of the gods. "

“After all, you all like to hide your identity and interact with mortals in legends and stories, right? I’ve heard a lot of stories!”

 After saying that, Fubai looked at Lan En expectantly.

“I’m good at keeping secrets! Can I keep this our little secret? Please!”

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 (End of this chapter)