"Why do we ask? Aren't we?"
Ossell showed his clothes fearlessly, and the smile on his mouth seemed to mock the other's eyesight.
"Your clothes are indeed from Athens, but I can't see the sense of belonging in your faces."
"Belonging? What does it mean?"
"What happened at the dock just now doesn't look like you are an Athenian."
The woman did not care about the irony of Otel and pointed to Harry and Amos beside her.
"Let me introduce myself, Cassandra, a mercenary."
"Hello, Cassandra! Ossell."
"Harry."
"Amos."
After they got to know each other's names, and were about to continue talking, Ossell saw that the supervisor was talking to the patrol soldiers passing by.
After noticing the soldiers behind him, Cassandra hurriedly pulled the three men out of the dock.
Seeing the four escaping men, the soldiers were just about to catch up, but they were locked in place by a mysterious force. They could only watch Cassandra take the three away.
Take the three Aussie people to turn left and right, and Cassandra led them to a small alley.
"Sister Cassandra, why did we run away? And why are you so familiar with the roads of Athens? As a mercenary, you should not be familiar with Athens."
Amos asked sincerely, scaring Cassandra into confusion.
"Ah, that's because I came to Athens before and left here after breaking the law."
"Then there is no need to escape. How can those soldiers remember what happened a long time ago?"
"It seems that Ms. Cassandra also has a story."
Otel looked at her with a smile, looked at her casually, and finally fell on the sword hidden at his waist and the double snake spear on his back.
"These are not so happy past events. Now I just came to visit a friend."
"Oh, are you lucky to meet Socrates? After all, there are not many opportunities to communicate closely with Socrates."
Finding that Cassandra's eyes were wrong, Otel smiled and explained: "The whole Athens is talking about him. I think it should not be difficult to guess."
"But it's a coincidence that the person I'm looking for is Socrates."
As she said, she pulled out her long sword from her waist and pointed it at Orsay. The tense muscles would not make people doubt whether the explosive force could cut off the head.
A magic wand put on the tip of the sword and gently pressed down the long sword in front of you.
"Don't worry, we didn't mean any harm, we just wanted to meet this wise man. It's a pity that he is now in prison, and the chance of meeting him in the street is almost zero."
When thinking about the truth of Otel's words, Cassandra was surprised to see that the sword in his hand began to radiate golden light.
"Who are you?"
"We are just ordinary Athenians."
"Then why does my sword shine?"
Looking at the long sword in her hand, the golden light began to fade after twinkling. She felt that the familiar power was disappearing.
Cassandra noticed the wand in Otel's hand, "Do you also have artifact?"
"Are you talking about this?" Otel raised his wand, snapped his fingers to make it disappear, grabbed it and returned to his hands.
"This is not a artifact, but a special weapon."
"If it is not a divine artifact, why does my sword shine?"
"Maybe it's just broken. Just take a few pictures. By the way, do you know where there is a hotel?"
Faced with Cassandra's skepticism, Otel still insisted that he was an Athenian, ignoring the other's eyes.
Before figuring out why the spear of Leonidas regained its power, Cassandra planned to follow Osel all the way to see what they were going to do.
Led by her, they came to a shabby hotel.
Even before it was dark, the guests in the hotel had already queued up.
Thanks to the convening of the citizens' assembly in Athens, many citizens' assemblies with the right to vote and vote often come and go to Athens from various regions, making the accommodation industry popular.
In the queue, most of the people were citizens outside Athens, and the rest were businessmen who had traveled far away.
When it was Othello's turn to check in, he found that he didn't seem to have any coins of this era.
So he planned to go whoring for nothing, and the words with the ability to confuse were uttered from his mouth once.
"Hello, we have registered today. Please give me the key."
"OK, dear guest, please wait a moment."
Behind them, Harry and Amos watched the professor skillfully take the key and looked down at the ground in embarrassment.
There are so many ants!
After distributing the key to Cassandra, Osel found that she was looking at herself with complicated eyes.
"What's the matter? What's the matter?"
"You are abusing the power of the artifact, and you control his mind."
"No, it's my own power, don't you see? Your sword is not bright." Otel held out his hand and pointed to the long sword at her waist. "And you have money?"
"Well, no."
Cassandra glanced at the unresponsive sword and turned to go upstairs without a trace of sloppiness.
Otel couldn't help laughing, and followed Cassandra's footsteps with the two people who were observing around.
After all, the key to leaving may be on the other side, and he is very interested in the Double Snake Scepter and the Long Sword.
After entering the guest room, Otel found that the decoration of the room was very good, not as bad as he thought.
Exquisite blankets cover the positions of tables and beds. The partition between guest tables and beds is set with a grid fence, which is covered with a thin layer of calico, mixed with various colors.
Push open the window facing the street, and Athens starts to light the brazier to disperse the darkness when the night falls.
Some citizens who rushed to the banquet also left the door one after another, and the servants who followed them held torches to illuminate the road for the master.
Harry and Amos had nothing to do in the room, and could only watch the busy night outside.
In addition to the nobility who rushed to the reception, a large number of civilians also moved towards the public bathtub with the help of the light of the brazier.
The men were holding good wine in their hands, their loose clothes bare their chests, and discussing the recent vote with their friends.
The women led the children and happily walked towards the bathhouse with their clothes changed, ready to enjoy the rare relaxation of the day.
"Professor, are we going?"
As soon as Harry's voice fell, Orcel and Amos looked at him strangely.
After making Harry helpless, Amos said quietly.
"This is ancient Greece, and the bathhouse is mixed with men and women. I didn't expect you to be so open, Harry."
"It's true that people can't judge by their appearance."
Harry, who found out the reason, was flushed with anxiety and kept waving his hands in denial.
"No, I really don't know."