Me, Hydra

Shaking his head, Gandalf placed a cup full of barley tea in front of Attila.

"Thirsty, aren't you? Spartan barley tea is something that goes hand in hand with barley wine, but it has the aroma of autumn harvest wheat in it."

Upon hearing this, Attila nodded indifferently before picking up the cup and draining the amber colored drink from it.

Attila wasn't afraid of the presence of poisons and the like in it, because the moment he stood and gripped the Vorpal Sword, Attila's body had been blessed by nature.

Gandalf nodded at Attila, who was quietly drinking tea in front of him.

"How does it taste?"

Nodding, Attila replied with a serious face.

"Barley tea is a good civilization."

Gandalf smiled in relief at the news, then calmed his nerves.

"This should be your first time in Crete, which is no more than any other place in Sparta, so be careful when you run into giants. They go crazy when they drink. When they go mad they don't care about the law, and the sword you have is no mortal, the giants weakness is in the back of their neck, you just have to hit them hard when you face them. As for the other creatures, there isn't much danger to them. The sword you have doesn't look mortal either, but it's right to be careful eventually."

After a moment of silence, Gandalf continued to add.

"There's nothing interesting about this Crete, have you ever been to Sparta?"

(shakes head)

"Wanna go?"

(nodding)

At this, Gandalf nodded as well.

"Well, it just so happens that I'm going to buy some tea from Sparta in a few days, so come with me if you don't mind. But remember, you mustn't cause any trouble, yo~"

All the while Gandalf wryly quirked an eyebrow. That crease in his face looked like an avocado....

Ignoring Gandalf's expression, Attila nodded calmly.

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"Sparta is very welcoming of warriors with great strength, I can feel the strong explosive power in you, if you like fighting Sparta can definitely satisfy you. Whether it's the Spartan Great Gladiatorial Arena or anything else, you won't be disappointed~"

As he did, Gandalf pointed indifferently in the direction of where Spartan was.

Athela nodded wordlessly at the words.

Looking at Attila's bleak pupils, Gandalf shook his head.

"Don't worry, it's peaceful here, there's no war. And no one will be hostile to you... Well, as long as you don't actively provoke them~"

At the news, Arty raised an eyebrow.

"Civilizations that have never experienced war are fragile."

Nodding, Gandalf understood Attila's point very well, but understanding was understanding, and that didn't mean that everything was what he said.

"Sparta is not a civilization that has not experienced war, as you say~ Sparta's ability to stand in the Peloponnese, which is still on the other coast, relies on the resilience of the Spartan people. Their requirements for warriors there are much stricter than you might think... Sparta is a civilization that has risen from the ashes of war... He is not what you say he is."

Upon hearing that, Attila tilted his head, but did not directly answer its thoughts.

Seeing Attila's reaction, Gandalf shook his head helplessly.

Gandalf could guess a little about Attila's thoughts, after all, Gandalf wasn't a native Spartan, so he couldn't visually make Attila feel the essence of Sparta.

"I'll tell you what, I'll leave for Sparta tomorrow, and you can come with me."

Athela nodded at the words.

Then with a matter-of-fact face, he went to Gandalf's bunk and lay down on it....

Seeing this, just as Gandalf was about to say something, Attila, who was on the other side of the room, rightfully said, "I'm better than you, so I'm going to sleep in the bed."

At the words, Gandalf withdrew his hand with a grin and shook his head sadly.

"Then you sleep first, and I'll go clean up."

As he said that, Gandalf unhurriedly packed his bags.

On the other side, Hydra also felt the same in Crete and woke up suddenly to look in the direction of Crete, the sound of wooden scales clashing against each other caught the attention of Skaha and the others on the side.

"What's going on? What's going on?"

After a moment of silence, Hydra lowered her head then calmly said, "The space over Crete has been violently damaged."

At that, Skaha raised an eyebrow and after a moment's thought pursued the question.

"How many have come?"

"One."

"Awesome?"

"Awesome. But I can suppress it with a flip of my hand."

With a helpless tug on his lips, Skaha gave a grudging glance at Hydra behind him.

"How bored are you that you're making fun of me..."

Shrugging her shoulders, Hydra found a comfortable position to continue lying there.

"While I can defeat him, he has the added protection from other worlds behind him. Let's leave her alone for now and see what he's here for before we talk."

At the words, Skaha's eyes flickered a few times before he nodded.