Chapter 528: 529 Cult Guard

Chapter 528: 529 Cult Guard

Chapter 528 529. Cult Guard

At night, Fubai lay on the bed ready to rest.

However, she saw that Lan En beside her did not take off his armor and lie down relaxedly as usual.

The witcher was still as armed as he had been during the day, kneeling on the bed.

Arent you going to rest, Lan?

Fauber said a little drowsily.

"No, you sleep on your own." Lan En closed his eyes and said calmly. The posture of kneeling and sitting has not changed. "I'm already resting. This is [meditation], a technique used to adjust one's state and rest efficiently."

Oh, I remember Cassandra can do this too. It seems really useful.

The witcher heard the implication of the little girl's words and said without any hesitation.

Go to sleep first, I can teach you after this part of the training is completed.

Woohoo!

Fauber cheered excitedly at first, and then his voice became quieter.

She was practicing [Stealth Footwork] on the roof today and had several fights with people. They were all heavy physical exercises and she got tired very quickly.

The night is getting late.

In the ears of Lan En, who was meditating, he heard the snoring of the little girl next to him due to overwork.

In the room separated by a wall, the master sculptor was tossing and turning and mumbling.

The rats scurry among the sculptures and beams of the workshop.

In the dark room, a pair of slightly shiny, amber cat eyes suddenly opened.

They really never set a day.

Muttering in a low voice, Lan En stood up from the bed silently.

Instead of going through the creaking wooden door, he climbed out from the window of the room.

The climate of the Aegean Sea made the Athenians basically just open holes in their houses for ventilation without having the awareness to install windows.

When Lan came to the corridor outside Phidias' room, he happened to see two sneaky figures.

Those were not the religious guards who had appeared in Elpino's house, but just two ordinary Athenians.

The two of them used some olive oil to lubricate the shaft of the wooden door of Phidias' room so that the wooden door would not make a jarring sound.

Lan En, who was outside the door, loosened his hand.

Yaxsi Sigil, it can be said that it is the right medicine for Phidias' mental state that is on the verge of collapse.

The tall body entered the darkness again.

In the witcher's field of vision, the smell of fresh olive oil on the two thieves turned into a strong scent trail, leaving a streamer-like residue in the air.

On the streets of Athens, there will still be some sergeants patrolling at night. After all, the war between them and the Spartans is still in full swing.

Lan turned over and climbed onto the roofs on both sides of the street.

His footsteps were as light as a cat running across the roof.

Two Athenian thieves were soon overtaken by him.

As he expected, after the two thieves entered an inconspicuous bungalow, they quickly walked out with bulging wallets. He still held in his hand the silver cup which he had stolen from Phidias' house.

It can be seen that their stealing is just a private job. Harassing Phidias was the job they were paid to do.

Not long after the two thieves left the bungalow, a man who looked familiar to Lan En walked out of it.

The silver helmet has black and purple horsehair feathers, and the faceplate is depicted as a wise old man.

Its a divine guard!

Harassment that can break an artist's mind is bound to be time-consuming and labor-intensive.

After all, the people who harassed Phidias had to have more rest than Phidias, and they had to work in several shifts.

As a secretive and huge organization, the Cult of God would not have to hide themselves if they had to rely entirely on the recognizable Cult guards for even this matter.

Then, Lan En stood on the dark roof, as if he was teaching Fu Bai while eating.

He jumped from the roof, aimed at the religious guard who had just walked out of the door, and pounced on him!

The broad and majestic body unusually did not create any buzz.

By the time the religious guard reacted, his head had been smashed to the ground by Lan En!

Bang!

The head in the helmet was still dizzy, and then the cult guard saw a burst of white light in front of his eyes.

Lan En, who had pinched the [Yaxsi Seal], turned the man over on the ground.

Hey, I dont believe that any guy in the religion can have a divine weapon. How can I still pry your mouth open?

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