From afar, just looking at the expression on that child's face, Heisenberg could not help feeling sorry for him.
No matter what he wanted to do, there was no way he could achieve any goal at a stall controlled by those burly Spartan women.
And the result was exactly as Heisenberg had expected.
After someone else took over watching the stall, the child circled around and observed for quite a while before finally turning away dejectedly.
He passed through streets that were flat yet unable to conceal the weeds growing between them, heading straight toward Heisenberg.
Heisenberg did not move. He merely stood there and silently watched the child approach.
Once the child drew near, he immediately struck his reasonably muscular chest with his right hand, showing respect to Heisenberg.
Although the child did not know who Heisenberg was, the mere sight of his incomparably magnificent armor told him that Heisenberg was not someone he could afford to offend.
After saluting, the Spartan child silently walked away. Only then did Heisenberg finally begin moving.
He looked toward the tallest building in the Spartan city-state, the Spartan Colosseum.
Near it, Heisenberg sensed Diana's presence.
With a destination in mind, Heisenberg proceeded slowly. Quite a few Spartan warriors in red cloaks passed by him.
Yet strangely, not a single person came forward to question Heisenberg's identity!
It was not because Heisenberg had concealed himself. Those people refrained from questioning him solely because of his intangible aura and his imposing armor.
Because Spartans fought throughout their lives, even warriors of the same generation often served in different units, leaving two neighbors unable to meet for their entire lives.
This world was truly too vast. Every Spartan campaign lasted at least three to five years, and with their enormous population, no one could guarantee