Cassandra pulled her broken spear from Icarus's neck, gently flicking it, with all the blood easily shaken off, leaving no trace on the spear.
"Easy, this job is really too profitable, maybe I should chase after more mercenaries?"
She said to herself, while taking out a large money pouch from Icarus. It was filled with drachma, which Athens paid him for his mission.
And now, these things naturally were no longer his.
Cassandra also took Icarus's full-covered metal helmet, which was his source of protection.
But after confronting the broken spear and being breached, the helmet's luster had dimmed quite a bit.
Even so, this helmet should still fetch a handsome amount of drachma.
Neither Athens nor Sparta's armies would reject a divine artifact.
Originally, Sparta's childhood made her extremely concerned about honor. But the later upheaval and wandering made her not as stubborn as a typical Spartan.
