Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 526 527. Mental torture

Alcibiades is a handsome and romantic man with extremely high EQ and IQ.

 When he wants to capture someone's heart, he cannot stalk him like a licking dog, as if he doesn't want to be by his target's side all the time.

 After he verbally introduced a task to Lan En, he left without any delay.

To be honest, Lan En still wanted to entangle him. This would give me a reason to punch him in the stomach.

But it's a pity that this punch can't come.

Lan En turned his wrist in boredom and came to a workshop that occupied a large area.

 There are many marble or bronze sculptures placed in the open space around this workshop.

There are eagles spreading their wings on the base, naked warriors fighting sea monsters, and various styles.

 But the tone is generally to show the strength and beauty of muscles and body. Very typical ancient Greek sculpture style.

This is the sculpture workshop of Phidias.

 In Athens, artists and philosophers were highly respected. Therefore, with Phidias's sculptural attainments, the size of his personal workshop can even be about the same size as the warehouse in Piraeus Port.

When Lan En walked in through the open door of the workshop, there were scaffolding, pulleys and other equipment inside, as well as large pieces of marble raw materials.

 The tools used for making large sculptures look similar to those used by quarry workers at first glance.

 “Is there anyone there? Mr. Phidias?”

Lann's shouts in the workshop echoed.

On the second floor of the workshop, there was a sudden sound of something falling to the ground after the witcher's shout.

Lan En crossed his arms and looked quietly in the direction of the sound.

After a while, a walnut-sized marble block was thrown out from the second floor by a trembling hand.

The good-quality stone didn't even fall within two meters of where Lan En was standing. It made a small hole in the sand and stopped moving.

“Leave, leave! I called the guards! Pericles arranged for guards to be near the workshop! If you know what’s going on, leave quickly!”

The timbre of the voice was quite manly, but the words and tone he spoke were like a frightened child.

 Lan En’s footsteps were almost undetectable on the loess ground, and he easily approached the pillars of the workshop.

 Then he adjusted his breathing and used the [Light Body Technique] to gain good buoyancy in the air.

 After a short dash forward, he stepped on the wooden pillar twice, and reached the second-floor platform more than four meters high with one stretch of his hand.

 The loudest sound produced by the whole process is like an ordinary person walking and stepping on the ground.

So when Lan stood behind Phidias and looked down at the master sculptor squatting behind the second-story fence, he was still looking downstairs with lingering fear.

 “Go, go?”

Phidias only exposed his eyes and looked downstairs.

 “No, Mr. Phidias.”

The sudden voice from behind made the master sculptor sit down on the ground suddenly. He turned around hurriedly, only to see Lan En leaning against the wall with his arms folded, looking down at him expressionlessly.

“Alcibiades said that you were feeling in trouble recently, so he paid and issued a commission to me to help you.”

Introduce yourself first and in a clear manner so that the other party does not even have a chance to panic.

Lann has now learned well from the memories of the Emperor's Children how to judge and influence the mood of the crowd.

So Phidias almost instinctively took hold of Lan's outstretched hand and was pulled by him to stand up.

"Do you need to go to him to confirm?" Lan En said to him after pulling up the mission target.

Phidias opened his mouth and shook his head.

"If you are a mercenary and you have a face like this, then I understand Alcibiades' reason for hiring you. This does seem like something he can do."

As he spoke, he walked to the side, picked up the hammer and chisel he used for carving from the ground, and put them away.

"I'm sorry, if I had met you before, I would have been able to draw a mold of your face first and then start carving it. But now I don't even want to make the order I have already placed."

Phidias is a middle-aged man with a black beard and hair. He also wears a robe that exposes his right shoulder and half of his chest, but perhaps for the convenience of work, he wears a short robe that only reaches his thighs.

He should have been in the prime of life, with a leisurely job that would provide him with food and clothing, but now he had two thick dark circles under his eyes, as if he was mentally weak.

"Can you tell me what happened? From what Alcibiades said, it made me feel like it was done by a fanatical admirer. But seeing you being tortured like this, I don't believe it."

 Lan patted Phidias on the shoulder, making the man feel some rare sense of security.

So he was finally able to sit down peacefully for the first time in a long time, put his head in his hands and buried his face.

“Those are a group of demons!” he said in a muffled voice, with a hint of crying.

“I’m not talking about the kind of demons in mythology, but their vicious hearts are just as cruel as those in mythology!”

 “They follow me, chase me, home, workshop, open my letters, go through my things”

Phidias listed many behaviors in succession, which in Lane's dictionary can be matched with a group called "fanatic fans".

But then, Phidias’ buried head slightly raised, and a frightened eye appeared from the gap in his arm.

The panic in those eyes was so frightening.

 This is not the kind of pressure that a mere ‘fanatic fan’ can put on people.

 Lan immediately realized this.

“And those demons, those demons. They deliberately let me know that they were doing these things! Many times, they deliberately let me find out!”

From these words, Lan En's eyes narrowed slightly.

 This is getting a little interesting.

Let the person under surveillance discover his or her situation. The psychological pressure of being exposed to hidden threats but unable to do anything and have nowhere to escape will continue to rise until the person is driven to death!

In Lan En's home world, there was a world-famous writer who was forced to have a mental breakdown and commit suicide by his country's intelligence agency in this way.

 The writer has always been famous for his "tough guy spirit".

Even so, he looked like a frightened child when he committed suicide.

And in this era when even physical diseases have only been researched in a rudimentary direction, there are actually people and organizations that can study the principles of mental torture to this extent?

  Reminiscent of Elpino’s unrelenting smile when he was about to die.

 Lan En felt that he might have gained something.

“They took the initiative to let you find out that you were being watched. Did you see anything?”

“Silver, silver helmet and visor. They portrayed the visor as a wise old man. I had a glimpse of it in the window of my house. I will never forget that sight at night!”

 Looking at Phidias curled up into a ball, Lan En's frivolous mouth corners slightly raised.

 ‘The Cult’. Got the tail!

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