Mediterranean Hegemon of Ancient Greece Chapter 11: Plot and Marriage Festival

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Stasipus and Nick Stratus looked at each other, their eyes full of shock. When Nick Stratus looked back at the group of people who were still arguing in the pavilion, the feeling in his heart was naturally quite different from before.

He turned his head, looked at Stacey Cordas walking in front, pulled Stasipus, and asked in a low voice, "Who is this man? You respect him so much."

"He is the hospital of the Faculty of Medicine in Dionia Academy... Um... Associate Dean, he is not only superb in medical skills, but also very knowledgeable!" Stasipus said in praise.

"Higher medical skills? How is it better than you?" Nick Stratus doesn't care about the other party's position, only the actual medical skills.

"I can't compare with him at all. The gap is like a child and an adult. After you have seen the patients he treats and listened to his speech, you will know." Stasipus said sincerely. .

Nick Stratus was completely stunned. He realized that his medical skills were almost the same as Stasipus. Is this humble middle-aged man really so powerful? !

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Dark night, in a village outside Turiyi, in a house in the village, after having dinner, Tratus asked his wife to pour a glass of wine and sit alone in the yard while sipping tea. While looking at the starry sky and meditating, I watched slaves cleaning farm tools in the yard from time to time, and the son’s chanting came from the house lit by the oil lamp...

How comfortable is this kind of life! Tratus recalled himself a few years ago, and couldn't help but be thankful that he had made the right choice. Betrayed Crotone, speaking of which he still feels a little guilty so far, but he has done many things for Crotone and Miron, including risking his life and lurking near Knapetia to obtain important information. , Made an important contribution to Crotone’s assistance to Trina’s repulsion of the Brutis... But his life remained difficult until he was instigated by Alis Tiras and Daves defeated Crotone to perform He made the promise and safely brought back his wife and children. From then on, he began to live in Turei, and formally joined the Mountain Reconnaissance Brigade under the arrangement of Daves to accumulate military exploits; at the same time, he secretly served as Alisti. Russ works and serves the consul.

Until last year, he finally officially became a Dionian citizen and obtained the "share" that every Greek dreamed of. At the same time, his children also entered the Dionian school to study, and the family bought it. Two slaves, responsible for the work in the field... All this happy life comes from him making a correct choice.

Thinking of this, he felt that he should pray to Hades. You must know that he was often troubled by guilt at first, and even couldn't sleep at night. Finally, he listened to Aristotle's advice and went to the confession room of the Temple of Hades before he was gradually relieved.

Just as he was reciting the Hades carol religiously, there was a knock on the door, which was very rhythmic.

"Who?" Tratus hurried to the door and whispered.

"Tratus, it's me!" A low voice came from outside the door, but it was particularly clear in the silent night.

It's the voice of Aristius! Terratus was shocked. Usually, as his boss, Aristilas has always asked him to report to his residence and arrange tasks. He has never personally visited Terratus' house, let alone at night.

He hurriedly opened the door, and in the moonlight, the slender figure of Aristilas appeared in front of him.

Aristilas glanced at the courtyard behind Terratus with a serious expression, then walked in softly.

Tratus hurriedly closed the door gently, and found an excuse to drive the slave away to rest.

Aristilas stood quietly in the corner of the courtyard. The courtyard wall and tall willow trees blocked the moonlight in the sky, and his figure was completely shrouded in darkness.

Tratus arranged things properly and hurried over to receive the order immediately.

Aristilas didn't talk nonsense, and said straightforwardly in a low voice: "My lord has an order, you can start acting on the matter you are responsible for."

Tratus felt tight again, the "adult" Aristilas referred to would only be the first Dionia who made him both fearful and grateful.

Then he became excited again: "Boss, where should we start better?!"

The two whispered for a while.

After watching Aristiras leave, Terratus couldn’t suppress the excitement in his heart, and slammed his palms against each other, "Pop!" The clear applause in the night ushered his wife in the room and shouted: "Terrato Si?!"

"It's okay, you go to bed first!" Tratus said hurriedly to appease her, and at the same time warned herself: Calm down! calm! Although this is an opportunity to make great contributions, this matter is very important and involves many people. It is either high-ranking or very wealthy. You must be cautious...think carefully...think...the whole implementation process has There is nothing wrong?

So, Terratus wandered and thought with his hands on his back, and spent most of the night in the yard...

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In the early morning of the next day, the sky was clear blue and the temperature was right. It was a good weather for traveling.

The residents of Turiyi got up early, washed and dines, placed flowers in front of their homes, and sprinkled the streets with clean water. Then the man dressed neatly, and the woman dressed up in splendor, rushing to the east gate in pairs.

The Temple of Hera in Turiyi was built two years ago, mainly because the Dionian Marriage Festival became more and more grand and the influence became more and more important. But there is no temple of Hera in the city of Turri. Every time before the marriage festival, you have to go to Heraclia to invite the priests of Hera. Moreover, the venue of the festival can only be in Victory Square. The identity of the center of the Nia League. Therefore, in response to the needs of the people and the development of the city, the Senate approved the construction of the Hera Temple.

But the cost of building the temple was not paid from the national treasury. At that time, the money from the national treasury was used for various infrastructures, and it was already stretched. It was a generous donation from the consul Daves. Because of his example, he received donations from many elders and some businessmen, which made the Temple of Hera completed after more than a year of construction.

At that time, the location of the Temple of Hera was also quite thought-provoking, because after the Bruti War, the Dionian political situation was stable. After several years of rapid development, the number of citizens in Turiyi has skyrocketed, and there is not enough. The vacant lot of the city accommodates a new temple complex, so it can only be built outside the city. This is also the reason why the Senate began to expand the city of Turiyi on its agenda.

The Dionians, contrary to the Greeks’ tradition of building temples on high ground, built the Hera Temple in Turei on the River Krati outside the city, between the city of Turei and the port. On the flat ground between.

In the early morning, the people of Dionia gathered from all directions to the Temple of Hera to participate in this annual festival.

The sun in the sky has not yet begun to radiate its brilliance, and there is already a crowd of people outside the Temple of Hera, which puts a lot of pressure on the patrol team responsible for maintaining order.

At the same time, as the number of engaged couples participating in the blessing this year is as high as 500 pairs, the two gods on both sides of the front of the Hera Temple-the goddess of the season Oyas and the rainbow goddess Iris are crowded by newcomers. It has to be full.

Just when the people outside the Temple Square were tossed to death by the crowds and noises, they faintly heard the bell from the southwest and inside the city of Turiyi, and then there was a strong sound, they knew this The bell came from the huge four-ton bronze bell in the Temple of Hades, and it rang nine times in a row.

"One! Two! Three!..." Then the people also said in unison, they should join the bell, and count to nine (in the folks, Hades's birthday is September 9, so Dioni Ya not only changed the annual Hades celebration to September 9th, and every major celebration, the bells of the Hades Temple ringed nine times).

The celebration is about to begin! The Dionian people cheered up. As for why the Hades Temple, as the Hades, can announce the beginning of the Hera celebration, the Dionian people have long stopped delving into such questions and have become accustomed to it. Over the past five years, the unremitting efforts of Plycinus and his subordinates have allowed the Dionians to regard Hades as the patron saint of the Alliance and the giver of Dionian stability and prosperity!

The people began to commotion, because they saw a team of musicians holding lyre, flute, brass horn, leather drum...coming to the steps in front of the temple, standing neatly. A dozen priestesses in white robes walked out of the temple and stood in front of the platform.

When the sweet music sounded, the noise became weaker. The priestesses began to chant in unison, but this was not a tribute to the goddess Hera, but to her daughter Hebe, the goddess of youth, so this newly compiled carol was cheerful and lively.

Together with the singing, in the other temple in front of the temple, in the temple of the goddess of youth, Hebe, dozens of young girls stepped on light dance steps, jumped into the square, danced with the beautiful singing, and changed various queues from time to time. And styling.

Since the inauguration ceremony of the Temple of Hades, the spectacular and majestic dramatic dances shocked the Dionian people, and opened up a new art form. The priests of the temples even more It is one of the necessary ceremonies for the celebration of the gods.

Looking at the cheerful dancing of the girls in the square, listening to the slightly strong rhythm of the music, the non-girls outside the venue can't help but start to twist their waists...

After a Heber carol, the girls stepped back, the children, and the priestesses on the temple platform resonated softly, like the sound of nature.

The people all stood on tiptoes and looked at the temple one after another. They knew: It's time for the Lord to appear!

A woman walked out of the temple, dressed in a plain white robe, wearing a wreath of pomegranate branches, holding a torch lit by the long-lighted oil lamp in the temple, with a solemn expression and calm demeanor, with no trace of flaws on her delicate face. , As if the whole person was transformed by the statue of Hera, which was meticulously sculpted by the famous master, and was so holy that there was no blasphemous feeling.