[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-bear-school-astartes":3,"chapter-bear-school-astartes-bear-school-astartes-chapter-517":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","Bear School Astartes",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},1620330,2087,"Chapter 517 - 519. ’Consultation’ Erpinuo","bear-school-astartes-chapter-517",517,"\u003Cp>Erpinuo walked into his villa, kicked off his expensive leather slippers, and relished the cool touch of the white marble floor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Erpinuo entered his study, which was complete with busts and plush armchairs. On one end was a fireplace, and the other opened to a colonnade facing the garden.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This structure ensured that the Aegean heat was not too overwhelming, while allowing the fragrance of flowers and grass to be enjoyed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He poured himself a glass of wine mixed with iced water and carried the ceramic cup to his desk.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The desk made of smooth white wax wood held his writing tablets and chosen currency. But he took just one step forward before freezing in place.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the desk lay a helmet in the style of a Spartan General, facing him directly, the red plume spread out like a peacock’s tail. Half the helmet shimmered with brass luster, while the other half was covered with dried blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The ’Blood Wolf’ of Sparta is dead.\" A voice emerged from the shadows of the columns.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Upon seeing Cassandra, Erpinuo gasped. She approached him with an unyielding expression.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Battle-hardened, Cassandra exuded an even more intense Spartan fierceness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The situation was undoubtedly far from good.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A blood-stained mercenary stood aggressively before an unguarded merchant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Erpinuo was no ordinary merchant. He squinted slightly at Cassandra and smirked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He retrieved a bulging money pouch from the desk drawer and threw it in front of Cassandra.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Well done, as promised, here’s the payment.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The action was straightforward, and the sound of the pouch hitting the desk was heavy yet melodious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cassandra could tell it was filled with high-quality Drachmas, likely amounting to hundreds of coins!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This could even buy a cow in a city like Athens!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She cautiously examined the pouch and then lifted her gaze to Erpinuo.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You think I’d haggle with you?\" Erpinuo spread his hands, saying, \"Come on, it’s not every day you meet someone who killed their own father. Although...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Nikolaos wasn’t your biological father; such a pity indeed.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cassandra’s pupils briefly dilated in shock.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"How do you know?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aha, the mercenary took the bait.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Erpinuo smiled covertly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I love comedy and all forms of art, truly. There was once a famous general who, upon hearing a word from an Oracle, turned and threw his own child off a cliff... Family drama classic for all ages.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"How dare you turn my life into entertainment!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No, not entertainment.\" Erpinuo quickly gestured defensively over his chest, \"It’s a form of art.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You’ve truly found amusement in the most unreasonable places.\" Cassandra lowered her voice. \"Perhaps next time when I thrust the spear into your chest, you’ll laugh aloud?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Don’t be angry, mercenary, listen to my explanation.\" Erpinuo raised his cup and took a sip of wine. As his vision blurred, he quickly glanced toward the colonnade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His gaze met with a guard who was looking back at him, who soon realized the situation indoors.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The well-trained guard silently turned and entered the backyard of Erpinuo Villa, setting his mind at ease.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The backyard had Divine Guard stationed constantly for protection. These were the finest soldiers in the Greek World, equipped with the best standard gear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They may not be able to kill a demigod, but using their lives to buy time for Erpinuo to escape should be entirely feasible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Indeed, in a matter of a breath, the guard who ran to report returned with two fully armed Divine Guards.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Divine Guards wore luxurious full-iron armor, with their faceplates carved into the visage of a wise old man, their helmets adorned with black-purple plumed crests not belonging to any city-state.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their skill was undeniably exceptional among ordinary people.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two armored figures climbed down the porch like human-sized spiders, quietly stepping onto the ground, their short swords aimed at Cassandra’s back kidney area.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Marla! I’ve had enough of your provocations and snake-like words!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cassandra clenched her fists, the muscles rising under her skin defined her forearms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I should cut off your tongue right now!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With Cassandra’s fury, the Divine Guards behind her acted simultaneously!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The silent short sword thrust was blocked by a glowing broken spear as if the wielder had foreseen this moment!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The spear intercepted the short sword, and Cassandra’s right hand, amidst the screech of leather and metal, drew Nikolaos’s battle sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the sword was drawn, it sliced open a wide gash in the Divine Guard’s stomach.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Iron armor crafted by human hands couldn’t match the divine artifacts forged with artifact fragments.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The hand holding the short sword weakened abruptly due to the large gash.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cassandra’s broken spear deflected the short sword, its blade skimming across the opponent’s neck on the way back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blood from the abdomen and neck mingled on the same marble floor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To counter potential divine artifact defenses, Cassandra’s habit dictated that she preferred to expend effort on one enemy to ensure maximum damage in one go.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another large Divine Guard wielded a heavy shield to press close to Cassandra.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Upon seeing this, Erpinuo immediately recognized this as his best chance to escape.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The exquisite desk and wine were shoved aside forcefully.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He made to flee through the study door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sunlight outside the study was splendid, filtered softly through vines on the wooden grid top.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everything seemed to go as planned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Hawk Trainer might be angry, but she couldn’t harm him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was to be a member controlling the Divine Teachings of the Greek World, how could he be taken down by a frog from Cephalonia’s well...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Boom!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Erpinuo still wore a confident look.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But his body flew backward in a fierce impact.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A boot with iron plate attachments kicked Erpinuo’s stomach.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The merchant, kicked strongly, crashed against his study’s bookshelves before he could slide down, his temporarily dysfunctional body swept by a gust.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Scattered papyrus and parchments were lifted by the flowing air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, a large hand wearing iron-clad gloves grasped Erpinuo’s entire head from the side and pinned it against the bookshelf.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The composed expression disappeared completely, replaced by pain and panic on the merchant’s visage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He couldn’t help but panic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because the hand gripped his entire head with hardness and strength suggesting imminent crushing!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Nice to meet the stranger who wants my life.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a ’crack’, paired with Erpinuo’s scream, the boot with iron plates stomped on his shin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The once straight leg bone transformed into an outward ’V’ shape.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lann gazed down at the gasping Erpinuo.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"We haven’t finished discussing Cassandra, and I too have some questions, why hurry to leave, friend?\"\u003C\u002Fp>",1089,"2026-06-06T10:40:23.104Z",1,"novelbin.me","2a63dc9f3f09691d0365b3963b167a8cd54d72ce48d74410d927802c07312d6b","bear-school-astartes-chapter-518","bear-school-astartes-chapter-583",1043,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fbear-school-astartes-cover.jpg"]