CHAPTER 476: 477. OUTRAGEOUS STATUE

The sight of the dead man didn’t cause the little girl any discomfort. In this era, where civilization still carried a primitive air, death was common and ordinary.

What made the little girl excited was—

"Is that Divine Power?!"

Phoebe widened her eyes and stepped over the dead man’s body, circling around Lann in excitement.

"Is that your Divine Power? That ’boom’ sound! The wind helped you defeat the enemy! Are you the child of the God of the North Wind?"

"No, you saw it wrong."

Lann remained calm.

"I just threw a stone, but it was too fast for you to see. The ’boom’ sound was the stone hitting his hand."

The little girl looked skeptically at Lann’s blank expression: "Hmm... Is that so?"

"Yes, that’s how it is."

The Demon Hunter deceived the child’s innocent mind without flinching.

In the face of shameless adults’ defenses, the little girl could only reluctantly give up her questioning.

"Alright... You two chat for now. I suppose you have a lot in common. I need to go inform Marcos."

Phoebe hopped over the corpse on the ground and ran to Cassandra’s side, naturally extending her hand.

"Marcos even wants me to pay for the errand!?"

Cassandra muttered unhappily, and Phoebe promptly corrected her.

"He did pay for the errand; this is a tip."

"...Malaka!"

Cassandra rolled her eyes but could only dig a Silver Coin out of her tight waistband and flip it to Phoebe’s palm.

Then, the little girl cheerfully dashed into the underbrush.

With Phoebe gone, the scene with just two living people fell into a brief silence, with only the crackling sound of burning wood filling the air.

"Sorry for killing someone in your home. Do you need me to help dispose of it?"

Lann spoke first, breaking the silence.

Cassandra waved her hand nonchalantly, lifting one with each hand and effortlessly tossed the corpses of the two men outside the door.

"There, that’s done. The beasts will make good use of their flesh and blood."

The beauty of the Aegean Sea clapped her hands to dust off the nonexistent dirt, then placed her hands on her hips, looking at Lann with interest.

"You seem a bit concerned about killing them. If it makes your conscience feel better, I can tell you who hired these two, and what their employer has done."

"Don’t worry, these stories will flow out of my mind effortlessly upon reflection, and they will definitely soothe your noble conscience. Want to hear?"

Lann shook his head calmly: "No need, I can imagine. My ’concern’ just now was about causing trouble so soon after arriving here. But I seldom hesitate once I’ve decided to kill."

"Oh, a man of principle. I like people like you."

Cassandra looked at the Demon Hunter with great admiration and then flashed a teasing smile.

"But... ’It was a stone, just too fast to notice’? Ha, you wouldn’t expect this nonsense to fool anyone but a child, right?"

"Because I think adults apart from children know well enough not to expose a well-intentioned lie."

The Demon Hunter shrugged his hands helplessly at Cassandra.

"Phoebe is a bit too obsessed with those legendary tales, just like her constant desire to be like your Icarus, the eagle. It’s not good for her."

Just as Lann finished speaking, an indignant screech came from the table beside them.

It was the eagle named Icarus.

It stared at the Demon Hunter, its golden-hued beak and sharp gaze making it look like a disgruntled old man.

Thus, Lann promptly apologized to this eagle with wisdom surpassing its kind.

"Sorry, Icarus, I didn’t mean you, of course."

Only then did Icarus dissentingly lower its head again to tear at the plate of marinated rabbit meat.

"You see, just as your Icarus has the intelligence to communicate with humans, there are strange things happening in the world. The wind earlier was merely a trivial occurrence among them."

Lann tried to blend into the crowd.

While Cassandra crossed her arms, seemingly entertained by his performance.

She was sure that Alder’s Rune was supernatural power.

Lann thought this in his heart.

But at the same time, there was no indication that her worldview was shattered... meaning that supernatural power was something accepted in her worldview.

Has she seen it, or does she herself possess such power?

Lacking information, Lann could only estimate this much in his mind.

He had just arrived in this world less than two hours ago, an ignorant outsider.

"If you insist on saying that, then I can make myself believe it."

As expected, Cassandra wore a ’though I don’t believe it, as long as you’re happy’ expression.

"I need to find someone to settle an account. What about you?"

Cassandra patted the Greek Short Sword hanging at her waist.

It was no longer the rusty sword she originally carried, but the weapon from those two bandits.

It seemed she’d also equipped herself while dumping the bodies.

After a discreet glance, Lann concluded internally.

"I’ll leave after my clothes dry. I was shipwrecked onto this island, and plan to familiarize myself with the surroundings first before considering the next step."

"Ha, there’s nothing worth familiarizing in this impoverished dump called Cephalonia."

Cassandra ranted with the resentment of a local.

"However, if you want to find me or Phoebe again, see that statue of Zeus? There’s a vineyard south of the statue, you can go there."

Lann’s gaze followed Cassandra’s finger, and his thin lips twitched slightly.

An imposing, sun-bleached statue stood high upon the rocks: the Sky God Zeus knelt on one knee, his raised hand encased in lightning.

The posture of this statue was, of course, not an issue; the King of Gods proudly judging all beings was a well-trodden religious topic.

But the problem was... the statue was robustly crafted, towering at least thirty meters!

Is Ancient Greece’s construction technology this outrageous?!

Did the Persians invading know about this?!

A statue requiring thousands of tons of stone... Lann now fully realized that this place was another supernatural realm with a history tangent to his homeland’s.

The ’Sight’ in his mind was stimulated, subtly but indeed progressing due to witnessing unusual phenomena.

"Alright, I’ll come looking for you."

Inwardly turbulent, outwardly serene, Lann felt he could be considered as possessing ’the talent of a General.’