CHAPTER 474: 475. MALAKA!

Lann sighed helplessly at the expectant gaze of the little girl.

Phoebe saw the celestial sphere fissure where he had walked from, which was something that should have been avoided.

However, the little girl linked this scene to mythological stories, thereby confusing the existence of the fissure within boundless legends.

Confusion is sometimes a more effective method than hiding.

This certainly spared Lann some trouble.

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

"Of course, follow me."

The little girl hopped around happily, leading the way. It seemed that meeting Lann had given her the joy of being in a legendary story.

Did she really think I’m one of the Olympian gods?

Lann took off the only undershirt he had on, holding it in his hand as he followed Phoebe.

The island was blessed with ample and warm sunshine, and while the soil couldn’t support a lot of crops, it was enough for wildflowers, grasses, some shrubs, and olive trees to grow.

The white sand beaches, azure ocean... Lann finally understood where his impression of this scenery came from.

The Aegean Sea.

The marine archipelago that nurtured Greek civilization.

And from Phoebe’s perspective of faith, this was not the era when Greek gods were transformed into Roman gods, nor the later era where polytheism was dismissed as heresy by monotheism.

This was the era of reverence for the gods of Olympus.

But the only thing that left Lann uncertain was... would this place be a simple, ancient world without any strange powers?

He had been on quite a few journeys to other worlds and had seen historical patterns that were similar but different from his homeland’s world.

The ’gods’ Phoebe spoke of, were they real, or were they just like the mythological stories of the normal world, born from humanity’s reverence for nature when civilization was still small?

Lann wasn’t very clear, but he decided to tread carefully.

Phoebe occasionally looked back to see if Lann was keeping up as she walked in front.

But when she turned her head and saw Lann with his upper body bare, that exceptionally tall figure covered in a layer of firm muscle like armor, distinct and aesthetically pleasing.

His skin was so smooth it almost seemed to reflect sunlight!

The little girl subconsciously opened her mouth wide.

"If you don’t turn back to look at the road..." Suddenly, Lann reminded her calmly. "Take a couple more off-balance steps, and you’ll fall."

"Uh... huh? What? Oops!"

Phoebe confusedly responded, and then her heel got caught by a branch, making her fall on her bottom.

Thanks to the soft geology of Kefalonia Island, there weren’t any broken rocks on the path, so Phoebe just patted the dust off herself and stood up.

It was clear this little girl had been through tough times; she wasn’t fussy at all.

"Honestly, Lann. If you want to hide your identity, you should at least wear your clothes."

Phoebe said while rubbing her sore bottom and looking up at Lann by her side.

"Even the sculptures from Athens don’t have the same aesthetic appeal as your body!"

The Demon Hunter remained silent; the gene seed of the Son of the Emperor naturally made the implant bearers more aesthetically pleasing, a genetic trend he couldn’t conceal.

Thus, the young Demon Hunter could only endure the discomfort of his wet clothes and put on that undershirt again.

However, it seemed ineffective. His aesthetically pleasing muscles under the wet silk shirt seemed... at least Phoebe, this little girl, couldn’t take her eyes off him again.

Lann’s large hand descended from above, grabbing the bun on top of the little girl’s head and turning her to face the road ahead.

"Watch where you’re going, do you want to fall again?"

"Okay, Lann!"

The Demon Hunter’s care seemed to make Phoebe a bit happy, as she responded gleefully.

"But can’t you really say who you are? You’re wearing such clothes coming down from Mount Olympus. At least pretend a bit more convincingly."

The natural drape and sleek feel of silk, at this time in Greece, and later in Rome, was an undeniable killer.

So even though Phoebe was just a young girl, she could feel how absurdly valuable Lann’s undershirt was across the Aegean Sea.

"In the stories, even when Zeus played a shepherd, he would wear a tattered straw hat!"

The little girl spoke earnestly, as if she had witnessed the King of Gods himself playing a shepherd.

"I bet you were really beloved on Mount Olympus. Whose child are you? A demigod born from the gods and humans? Just like Hercules!"

Phoebe guessed excitedly as she walked among the lichens and shrubs.

"Oh! You’re not Zeus’s child too, are you? Coming down from Mount Olympus to avoid being murdered out of Queen Hera’s jealousy? Is that it!"

"Haha."

Lann laughed emotionlessly in agreement while pressing his hand to his forehead.

"Phoebe, I think you have a talent for writing scripts. This story sounds intriguing."

"Oh, alright." Phoebe’s previously eager voice now lowered. "I can still tell that you’re mocking me."

"No, it’s not mockery. It’s to remind you not to pour too much effort into supernatural matters. Those ethereal legends will bewilder you."

As he spoke, Lann took out a piece of bread from the Alchemy Pouch at his back waist and handed it to the little girl.

"Want some? You seem like you haven’t eaten in a while. Wait... damn, my pouch got soaked earlier in the sea."

The piece of bread Lann took out now had traces of moisture.

He had stuffed his armor into the sea, and this process also let seawater into the pouch.

But fortunately, from the bread’s moisture level, not much had gotten in.

Phoebe happily took the bread and started eating it in big bites without a care.

"Don’t throw it away! It’s still bread! A little seawater’s nothing, just like adding salt; just drink a bit more fresh water later. Are you giving me this whole piece?"

Lann gave Phoebe a compact, rough, and large breadstick. After Lann nodded, the little girl directly embraced it in her arms.

"Thank you, Lann. Haha, we’re almost there. Don’t worry, even though you just came down from Mount Olympus, you’re not alone."

Lann raised an eyebrow at the sound of this. What did it mean? Were there really others who had come from Mount Olympus?

But before the Demon Hunter could question the little girl, a sudden commotion broke out at the end of the trail.

The sound of metal clashing was all too familiar to the Demon Hunter.

This was accompanied by the noise of metal striking flesh, the sound of metal slicing through flesh.

The screams of two men echoed far.

Soon after, the chaotic noise ceased.

All that remained was a robust female voice, as if she were covering her nose, cursing angrily—

"Marla!"

Lann didn’t understand what was said, but humans are evidently capable of discerning profanity through tone.