Chapter 859: Chapter 842: Anxious
According to ntos’s later report, Lann was in a coma for two and a half days, without any awareness.
When he woke up, the salty spray of the diterranean was hitting the side of the Adrestia, shattering into a mist.
There were no surprises or twists.
To be cautious, Cassandra specifically avoided areas where battles between the Peloponnesian and Delian Leagues were frequent, as well as pirate-infested waters, while plotting the course over the past two days.
Normally, when encountering these folks, Cassandra would charge right in, and the hold would be filled with loot, ready to be sold at the next port, making the wallet bulge.
The Demon Hunter dressed up and climbed the stairs from the cabin to the deck.
The mont he showed his head, the mist ford by the shattered waves brought a refreshing dampness to his nostrils.
The radiant diterranean sun, the blue sea, and the occasional small islands with their white sandy beaches... all of this brought clarity to his still sowhat dizzy mind.
"ow!"
Rong Buqiu, who had been curiously looking around from the rail around the command seat, saw Lann’s head pop up and quickly trotted over, climbing onto his shoulder and rubbing his face with its tilted head.
"Oh, thank the Celestial God!"
Barnabas also walked over.
"I really can’t imagine what illness could knock soone like you out for a few days. I always thought it was sunstroke, and I even knew a few ho redies for it. But Cassandra was firmly against that idea."
Illness? Is that what Cassandra said to others?
Lann nodded at this explanation and quickly pushed Barnabas’s head to the side, leaving the one-eyed old sailor puzzled.
Ha! Sunstroke? I think you’re the one with sunstroke!
Soon after, Herodotus and Cassandra descended from the command seat as well.
The Hawk Trainer looked at Lann’s head with concern, to which Lann responded with a reassuring smile.
Generally speaking, Lann’s smile was dazzling. It was enough to make little ones like Ciri and Phoebe too shy to look directly at him.
But for old hands like Cassandra... Lann noticed the Hawk Trainer licking her lips aggressively.
The group celebrated Lann’s ’recovery’, and Cassandra’s acting made Lann feel like he had underestimated her.
Then, at the next island’s port, Lann was disembarked from the ship.
There’s nothing to fuss about; warriors aren’t ones to dawdle, and he and Cassandra had already made an agreent. Once the Hawk Trainer’s quest for her family concluded, they’d have plenty of ti to spend together.
As for friends like Herodotus and Barnabas, people who grew up in a mariti civilization like Ancient Greece were used to farewells and didn’t dwell excessively on partings.
After all, in a mariti civilization, not setting sail would an living in poverty until death; anyone might drop everything to set sail tomorrow in hopes of making a na for themselves.
And for soone like Lann, Barnabas and Herodotus believed it was absolutely impossible for anything to go wrong, and he would soon achieve great things.
Partings are just a matter of ti.
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The sky globe, like shattered glass, rose once more over the lake in front of the Da Gun Altar.
Then ca the sound of a wide cloak catching the whirlwind.
"Whoosh~ Swish!"
Lann leaped out of the sky globe fissure, riding the Qilin.
The earlier sound of wind was from the Magic Horse Harness Rune Cloth on the Qilin being caught in the wind while the magic kept it firmly on the horse’s back.
As the Qilin ran, the wide, heavy, silken rune cloth made it look like a swift and airy white cloud.
If the scene were right, Lann felt that with a painter’s touch, it could be a fine piece of a legendary-thed oil painting.
The Qilin’s noble and graceful deanor seed to be a species-wide trait, unaltered by individual laziness or slackness.
At least this Qilin friend of his perfectly embodied it.
When Lann summoned it, the creature was in the diterranean, having killed a whale and dragged it ashore nearby.
There seed to be so humans living on the shore, and the beast was nonchalantly using its lightning to roast the whale at.
Every now and then, it would dive into the sea to fetch so seaweed as garnish.
Lann guessed that it wouldn’t be long before the myth of ’Zeus descended again, this ti turning into a noble and long-horned steed’ would spread from the Aegean Sea.
Thinking of this, Lann, who had been busy dealing with the Athenian plague, was annoyed.
Why should this slacker of a creature live so comfortably?
With a "slap
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