Astartes of the Bear School

 Chapter 475 475. Malaca!

Lan En sighed helplessly at the little girl's expectant gaze.

 Fauber saw the fissure where the celestial spheres met as he walked over, something that should have been avoided.

But the little girl connected this scene with the mythical story, which is equivalent to confusing the existence of the rift in the endless legend.

 Confusion is sometimes a more effective means than concealment.

 This saves Lan En some trouble.

"Okay, Phoebe. We'll talk about the eagle and the gods later. Can you help me find a place to dry my clothes? Anywhere will do."

 “Sure, come with me.”

The little girl jumped up and turned around to take the lead. It seemed that her encounter with Lan En gave her a sense of joy that she was living in a legendary story.

 Does she really think of me as an Olympian god?

Lan En took off the only inner lining on his upper body and followed Fu Bai with the bag in his hand.

The sunshine on this island is abundant and warm. Although the land quality cannot support a lot of food, it is enough for the growth of wild flowers, weeds, some shrubs and olive trees.

 White sand beach and blue ocean Lan En finally understood where his impression of this scenery came from.

 Aegean Sea.

 The oceanic archipelago that gave birth to Greek civilization.

From the perspective of Phoebe's belief concept, this is not an era when the Greek gods were alienated into the Roman gods, nor is it an era when the view of gods was later denounced as heretical by the view of monotheism.

This is the time when the Olympian gods were worshiped.

 But the only thing that makes Lan En feel uncertain is. Will this be a simple ancient world without strange powers?

He has experienced a lot of journeys to other worlds, and has seen historical contexts that are similar to his home world.

The ‘gods’ mentioned by Forbes, do they really exist, or are they just like the myths and stories of the ordinary world, derived from the awe of nature when human civilization was still small?

Lann wasn't sure, but he decided to play it safe.

Fauber, who was walking in front, accidentally turned back and looked to see if Lan En was following.

But when she looked back and saw Lan En, who was shirtless, his unusually tall body was covered with a layer of strong muscles like armor, with sharp edges and beauty.

 The skin is so delicate that it almost reflects the sun!

 The little girl opened her mouth unconsciously.

“If you haven’t looked back yet,” Lan En reminded him calmly. "Take two more steps with your head tilted and you will fall."

 “Hmm? What? Uh-huh!”

Fauber asked confusedly, and then her heel was tripped by a branch, causing her to squat on her butt.

 Thanks to the soft geology of Kefalonia Island, there were few gravels and rocks on the road, so Fubai just dusted himself off and stood up.

 It can be seen that this little girl has endured hardships and is not pretentious at all.

"Seriously, Lan. If you want to hide your identity, you have to at least put some clothes on."

 Fubo rubbed his sore buttocks and raised his head next to Lan En and said.

“Even the stone carvings from Athens are not as beautiful as your body!”

The witcher remained silent. The gene-seed of the Emperor's Children would naturally make the implanter more beautiful. This was a genetic trend, and he had no ability to cover it up.

So the young witcher could only endure the discomfort of wet clothes and put on the lining again.

But it didn't seem to work. The beautiful muscles were wrapped in the soaked silk shirt. It seemed that at least the little girl Fubai couldn't move her eyes away again.

Lan En's big hand fell from the sky, grabbed the bun on the little girl's head, and straightened it so that she faced the road ahead.

 “Look at the road carefully, do you want to fall again?”

"Okay, Lan En!" The witcher's care seemed to make Fubo a little happy, and she responded happily.

"But you really can't tell who you are? You've come down from Mount Olympus in this kind of clothes, so you should look a little more like yourself."

The natural drape and silky smoothness of silk were a sure-fire hit in Greece at this time, including in Rome in the future.

So even though Fubai was a young girl, she could feel how outrageous the value of Lan En's lining was in the Aegean Sea.

“Zeus plays the role of a shepherd in the story, and he even wears a straw hat!”

The little girl said it with confidence, as if she had seen the king of gods playing the shepherd with her own eyes.

"I guess you must be very popular on Mount Olympus. Which **** are you a child of? Are you a demigod born of them and humans? Just like Hercules!"

Fauber speculated excitedly while walking among the lichen and bushes.

"Oh! You are not a child of Zeus, are you? You came down from Mount Olympus because you were afraid of being murdered by Hera out of jealousy? Is that so?"

"Ha ha."

 Lan En echoed with a smile without emotion, and at the same time pressed his forehead with his hand.

 “Forber, I think you have a talent for writing scripts. This story sounds interesting.”

 “Oh, okay.” Fu Bai’s originally excited voice dropped again. "You're laughing at me, I can still hear it."

"No, this is not a mockery. This is to tell you not to put too much energy into the mysterious things. Those illusory legends will make you confused."

As he spoke, Lan En took out a piece of bread from the alchemical leather bag on his waist and handed it to the little girl.

“Want to eat? It seems you haven’t eaten for a long time, right? Wait. Damn it, my bag just got water in the sea.”

 The dry bread that Lan took out now has traces of moisture.

 He stuffed his armor into the seawater, and in the process, seawater also entered the pocket.

 But it’s okay. Judging from the dryness and wetness of the bread, not much has gone in.

Fauber happily took the bread and ate it without any care.

"Don't throw it away! This is bread! It's okay if it touches some sea water. Just treat it as salt. Just drink more fresh water in a while. Have you given me the whole piece?"

　　What Lan gave to Fulb was the kind of firm, thick and big bread loaf. After Lan En nodded, the little girl hugged it directly.

"Thank you, Lan. Ha, we're almost there. Don't worry, you've just come down from Mount Olympus, but you're not alone."

Lan En raised his eyebrows when he heard this. What does this mean? Are there really people here from Mount Olympus?

But before the witcher could ask questions to the little girl, there was a sudden noise at the end of the path.

The sound of metal hitting each other is all too familiar to the witcher.

 During this period, there was also the sound of metal hitting flesh and metal cutting flesh.

  The screams of the two men spread far away.

 Then, the noise stopped.

There was only one female voice that was full of energy, but seemed to be holding her nose and cursed angrily——

 “Maraka!”

Lan En didn’t understand what the words were, but humans are obviously creatures that can detect swear words from the tone of voice.

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 (End of this chapter)