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Chapter 848 - 831: Premonition of Danger · Oct 08, 2026

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801 Chapter 801 - 784: Isaline’s Prophecy 2026-10-08
802 Chapter 802 - 785: Ker Morhan 2026-10-08
803 Chapter 803 - 786: Farewell 2026-10-08
804 Chapter 804 - 787: The Hall and the Fireplace 2026-10-08
805 Chapter 805 - 788: Lambert 2026-10-08
806 Chapter 806 - 789: Old Demon Hunter’s Farewell 2026-10-08
807 Chapter 807 - 790: Sealed Formulas 2026-10-08
808 Chapter 808 - 791: Physiological Issues 2026-10-08
809 Chapter 809 - 792: Morning Training 2026-10-08
810 Chapter 810 - 793: Psychology 2026-10-08
811 Chapter 811 - 794: Learning to Breathe 2026-10-08
812 Chapter 812 - 795: Instruction 2026-10-08
813 Chapter 813 - 796: Debts of Gratitude 2026-10-08
814 Chapter 814 - 797: Basement Knowledge 2026-10-08
815 Chapter 815 - 798: Learning Mode 2026-10-08
816 Chapter 816 - 799: Gift and Anger 2026-10-08
817 Chapter 817 - 800: Tools and the Sheep-Horned Demon 2026-10-08
818 Chapter 818 - 801: Soloing a Dinosaur 2026-10-08
819 Chapter 819 - 802: Coordination 2026-10-08
820 Chapter 820 - 803: Decoctions and Treasures 2026-10-08
821 Chapter 821 - 804: Exploration and Customization 2026-10-08
822 Chapter 822 - 805: Forging, Magic Seal Variants 2026-10-08
823 Chapter 823 - 806: Multiple Triangles and Double Crosses 2026-10-08
824 Chapter 824 - 807: Learning Progress 2026-10-08
825 Chapter 825 - 808: Sparring 2026-10-08
826 Chapter 826 - 809: The Qilin’s Might 2026-10-08
827 Chapter 827 - 810: Departure 2026-10-08
828 Chapter 828 - 811: Touring the Sacred Land 2026-10-08
829 Chapter 829 - 812: Plague City 2026-10-08
830 Chapter 830 - 813: Urban Stray Dogs 2026-10-08
831 Chapter 831 - 814: Icarus 2026-10-08
832 Chapter 832 - 815: A Year and a Half 2026-10-08
833 Chapter 833 - 816: Phidias 2026-10-08
834 Chapter 834 - 817: Exchanging Intelligence 2026-10-08
835 Chapter 835 - 818: Situation and Assassination 2026-10-08
836 Chapter 836 - 819: Interception and Slaughter 2026-10-08
837 Chapter 837 - 820: Bronze Hammer Spear 2026-10-08
838 Chapter 838 - 821: Attrition and Oratory 2026-10-08
839 Chapter 839 - 822: Farewell, Phoebe 2026-10-08
840 Chapter 840 - 823: Hippocrates 2026-10-08
841 Chapter 841 - 824: Politics and Plague 2026-10-08
842 Chapter 842 - 825: Containment Measures 2026-10-08
843 Chapter 843 - 826: A Compromise Plan 2026-10-08
844 Chapter 844 - 827: Anka Cross 2026-10-08
845 Chapter 845 - 828: Containment 2026-10-08
846 Chapter 846 - 829: Rules and Goals 2026-10-08
847 Chapter 847 - 830: Ideas and Surprises 2026-10-08
848 Chapter 848 - 831: Premonition of Danger 2026-10-08
849 Chapter 849 - 832: Armor in the Divine Hall 2026-10-08
850 Chapter 850 - 833: Demos 2026-10-08

Chapter 848: Chapter 831: Premonition of Danger

Phoebe was no longer the little girl who had just run from the remote backwoods of Cephalonia in the Ancient Greece Era to embark on an adventure.

Under Lann’s tutelage, she fully developed her talents, and by relying on her exceptional social skills, she established a small business in the city of Athens for herself and the orphans.

Lann taught her martial skills, and the years of working for Aspasia had taught her sensitivity to atmosphere and meticulous thinking from the outstanding female politician.

”Something’s not right, Maurice Dit.”

Phoebe said this to her message recipient.

The little girl slightly furrowed her eyebrows, subconsciously biting her lip.

She was now in Maurice Dit’s home, a political ally of Pericles. Like Pericles, despite having abundant wealth, his ambition for political status meant he didn’t use this money for material pleasures.

Instead, he only bought a small house without even a courtyard on the streets of Athens to show that ’having integrity in poverty is better than wealth without morals.’

Though the tapestries, clay flooring, and pottery in this small house were of top-notch quality in the city of Athens.

And now, Phoebe was crouched by the carved wooden window of the small house, her gaze cautious and careful as she peered out along the window’s edge.

At first glance, the situation outside seemed ’very normal.’

The sunlight, made hazy by smoke and dust, lit the originally clean and white paved streets, where many pots with flower branches had been removed, as these decorations couldn’t save Athens.

Instead, they were replaced with wormwood, with flames lit, spreading acrid yet comforting smoke.

On the wide road, the dirty-clothed, emaciated bodies of those dead from the plague were piled together, also being burned.

Those friends and family who still clung to the deceased either beat their chests and stamped their feet in madness or knelt blankly, watching the bonfire.

Outside of the small circle of people gathered around the fire, there were others with complicated, angry expressions, active in the city.

Some were those who had no choice but to work during the raging plague to make ends meet; others were rioters trying to get rich amid the chaos, or fools whose anger had been stirred by Kleon.

All of this seemed very normal, yet Phoebe inexplicably felt something was wrong.

”You’d better wake the guards you hired and have them work, and leave with them now. Don’t make them guard this house while you go attend the speech alone.”

The little girl turned her head seriously, offering her suggestion to her message recipient.

Maurice Dit was a typical Athenian politician, somewhat overweight, with thick body hair, a bald head, and a big beard.

He frowned at Phoebe’s words, then waved his hand without turning his head.

Thus, from a corner of the house, an Egyptian wearing a full set of Linen Armor, with a sickle-shaped sword at his waist, walked out of the house, seemingly to check the situation.

The Mediterranean was a perfect trade route between Africa and the Greek Region, so in Athens, you could even see Black people, and Egyptian mercenaries were not uncommon.

The Egyptian with the sickle sword peered outside and then returned, shaking his head with a laugh.

”This little girl is too timid. Don’t let her timidity influence you, Maurice Dit. Cowards can’t achieve greatness; they only get scared to death halfway, buried in the yellow sands.”

The Egyptian mocked.

Maurice Dit waved his hand, not responding to his guard’s words, and didn’t look at Phoebe again, instead seeming to focus on reading the papyrus Phoebe had delivered.

Even though this papyrus merely had two sentences, and he had read it many times before.

Phoebe sighed, understanding that this was the other party’s response.

An experienced guard who came to Athens from Egypt was inherently more credible than a young girl with no facial hair.

Moreover, bringing guards to a political speech would make him seem less approachable and brave, and less ’poor,’ which wouldn’t help his political image.

Probably like that.

If it were the Phoebe who had just arrived in Athens, she might feel angry at being underestimated and argue her case at this point.

But now, she had become much more composed.

Phoebe didn’t want to say anything more; after giving a salute, she immediately darted out of Maurice Dit’s house like a rabbit leaping out of a burrow.

For some reason, Phoebe felt an ’omen’ in her heart, an inexplicable feeling that made her sense great danger at this moment.

This feeling had first emerged nearly half a year ago, and up until now, it had been appearing more frequently.

But today... she had never felt it so intensely!

After leaping out of Maurice Dit’s house, Phoebe didn’t immediately use the Light Body Skill to jump onto the interconnected rooftops to navigate from above.

Because that inexplicable feeling told her: someone was watching her.

If she jumped onto the rooftop when no one was watching, it would be a convenient and covert method to move quickly and slip through unnoticed.

But if someone was watching her all along, jumping onto the rooftop would only make her more conspicuous.

The sense of crisis made Phoebe, a girl with an adventurous spirit, become even more calm and collected.

Her eyes darted around covertly, but her body walked like an ordinary person down the street.

With a ’tear’ sound, she tore a small section off the hem of her white short skirt, and with quick hands and feet, she tied the torn cloth over her face, covering her mouth and nose.

”I hope the method Lann taught me works, and if I get infected, I hope he can cure me... No, of course, he can cure me, but I can’t ensure that I won’t have residual issues after suffering the plague.”

Phoebe muttered softly, then furrowed her brows and moved into the crowd on the street.

She prepared to enter the crowd to confuse the sight of those unknown monitors.

Once she successfully broke free from the surveillance, she could immediately display her agility, faster than a cat, and then escape.

But clearly... the people chasing her this time were not the kind easily dealt with by third-rate individuals.

”Ah!”

A short, painful, and panicked scream came from the house on the street side.

These were several successive screams, and the people on the street were unfazed, as home invasions and murders were no longer unusual in present-day Athens.

The people on the street even lacked the curiosity to glance over.

But Phoebe, already squeezed in the crowd, turned pale.

Because in those successive short screams, she heard the voice of politician Maurice Dit and that of the Egyptian guard.

Though Maurice Dit didn’t heed a young girl’s warning, he was nonetheless a wealthy politician.

The guards he chose were generally not cheap, including the Egyptian who, under these harsh circumstances, could successfully arrive in Athens by sea.

Phoebe believed that if his story could be embellished and recounted by Aristophanes, it would surely be a legendary drama.

But even a warrior of that level... could only let out a shockingly brief scream?

”Divine Artifact.”

Phoebe could only think of this possibility.

The enemy was a bearer of a Divine Artifact!

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