Mediterranean Hegemon of Ancient Greece Chapter 23: Mercis’s last wish

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Davers listened carefully and finally nodded and said: "In the next executive meeting, what you said will become an important basis for the discussion of tax rates."

"What else to discuss... Your Majesty, you can just fix it directly." Melses muttered.

If Daves didn’t hear it, after seeing him say those words, his spirits became even more apathetic, so he said with concern: "You have a good rest, I will visit you next time!"

"Your Majesty, won't you stay longer?! You come again next time... I'm afraid you won't see me..." Melses muttered again in a low tone.

Daves felt sour when he heard this. Just when he wanted to comfort him a few words, he heard Melses say softly: "Your Majesty, do you remember the first time we met?... .At that time, you just invented smoked sausage, which temporarily solved the problem of mercenary ration storage... After I knew it, I immediately went to Menon and asked that you were sent to my squad... I still remember you telling us the story of the treasure that night... With your help, it was the easiest time for me to march in Persia... I faintly felt that you would become An amazing character...So when Menon and you clashed, I stood firmly on your side...

Now prove how correct my choice is! ...I am a bankrupt businessman from Ionia, and I turned out to be the finance minister of the most powerful kingdom in the Western Mediterranean, holding tens of thousands of wealth. How lucky it is! I have no regrets..."

After listening to what Merses said, Daves didn’t know what to say for a while, and grudgingly said with a smile: “Actually, what you said was wrong. I once...At that time, I took a walk to the bargaining camp, and you met you. You suspected that I wanted to steal food because I was hungry, and you asked the guards to drive me away."

"There is such a thing, I have no impression at all!" Melses widened his eyes in surprise, and then laughed: "It's a pity that I don't know now, otherwise I would often complain to Antonios and Hilos. Bragging...said that I am the only one who has reprimanded you!"

"I'm only thinking about it now, otherwise you will have such an easy life under my hands for more than ten years?!" Davers also smiled and joked.

Even Martius, who is usually serious, smiled.

Henibles on the side listened to them telling the past, and from the laughter, he felt the deep friendship between each other, and he couldn't help but feel a little envy and yearning in his heart.

"Your Majesty." The smile on Melses's face has not disappeared. He said in a deep voice: "After I die, I will donate most of my property to the kingdom..."

"Oh, are you a miser?!" Daves teased with a smile, thinking he was joking.

"I'm serious, this is my will! I will donate 80% of my estate to the kingdom, leaving only 20% to support my family!"

Davos saw Merses' serious expression, and immediately reduced his smile, and asked in a deep voice: "Are you really willing?!"

"I have no children, so what can I not bear..." Melses murmured, a little lost: "Your Majesty, you led us to build the Kingdom of Dionia. Speaking of which can be regarded as our children..."

Daves was moved when he heard this. He sat on the edge of the bed, patted Merses' swollen hand, and said emotionally: "I thank you for your generosity on behalf of the kingdom!"

"Your Majesty, I donate this money... Can I get a statue for me... Stationed in the Pantheon..." Merses' next words told Dave Sis was taken aback, and then laughed blankly: This is the true color of Merses!

Davos subconsciously wanted to reprimand him first: The qualifications to enter the Pantheon are not commodities, and they can bargain! ......

But seeing Melses’ pale face and hopeful gaze, Daves felt softened and said directly: “Even if you don’t donate these properties, the great contributions you have made to the kingdom in the past can give you a little Undisputedly have the qualifications to enter the Pantheon. Not only that, I also plan to erect your statue in front of the Ministry of Finance, so that future officials of the Ministry of Finance will follow you as an example and begrudge every Opal in the kingdom. Never waste, let alone corruption!"

"Thank you, your majesty...Thank you, your majesty..." At that moment, turbid tears flowed from Merses's godless eyes...

Walking out of Merses’s mansion, Davers couldn’t help but stop and look back, thinking of Cornelus, who passed away a few years ago, and of Merses, who would go to the Elysee at any time, his heart was very heavy. : The heroes who followed him to create Dionia are gradually entering the end of their lives...

He was thinking. When he turned around he saw Martius standing upright, but his gray beard showed his age, and he sighed in his heart: "Martius, you are getting old too... .."

"Your Majesty, I can still defeat the young guards easily! I can still serve as your guard!" Matius replied forcefully.

"Okay...Okay..." Daves touched his beard subconsciously, and then said to Hernipolis: "What I said to Melses just now, you are Remember?"

Henipolis replied immediately: "Remember, let Merses enter the Pantheon and erect a statue for him in the Finance Department."

"Well, go back and draft a proposal and discuss it at the next executive meeting as soon as possible...Mersis may not last long..." Daves sighed long. Screamed.

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In the past few days, a rumor suddenly appeared in Turri: Etruscan envoys asked for help from the kingdom. At the same time, given that the southern border of Iberia was frequently harassed by indigenous people, King Daves was ready to agree to the ministers’ proposal. , Respectively dispatched one or two legions to the southern border of Iberia and the northern border of Etruscans to build fortresses to defend against the invasion of indigenous people. According to the Ministry of Military Affairs, every corps soldier must be on duty at the station for at least half a year...

The news spread quickly throughout the city of Turiyi, and quickly spread to other cities. The officers, soldiers, reserve soldiers, as well as their family members and relatives of each legion are discussing this matter every day. You must know that they already account for a large proportion of the kingdom’s population, which naturally set off a huge national scale. The waves.

Not long afterwards, news broke: Those defensive fortresses will be built at the forefront of the border. There will be no towns and markets around, only the indigenous people who come and harass. For the safety of the soldiers, the garrisoned troops may not Will consider giving them a holiday, let them go to the town behind to rest and relax, and even be able to go home to visit relatives...

As soon as the news came out, the citizens of the Legionnaires felt uneasy. Many anxious citizen soldiers gathered and went to their respective barracks to ask the senior military officers stationed in the barracks for detailed information, and said:" We are not afraid to fight against powerful enemies, even if they shed blood, or even sacrifice their lives; but we are afraid of being trapped in fortresses like criminals, without freedom for more than half a year, and totally unable to take care of our home..."

Some radical Turiyi citizens even rallied to the Senate and asked the elders: I hope they can oppose this proposal and not let it pass.

Many veterans were puzzled and asked the rotating chairpersons: "Is there really such a proposal?"

Lysias and the others said in a unified way: "There is indeed a minister who made this proposal, but your majesty did not immediately agree, and is still considering this matter carefully."

While the outside world was raging, Daves sat firmly in the office of the palace. After listening to Aristotle’s report on the investigation of the whole situation, he thought for a while and said: "Now the water It’s already boiled. Next, let’s put something in and see if we can cook something good."

"Yes, Your Majesty." Aristilas understood.

"Any other news?"

"Your Majesty, we have collected Servius, Frius, Olus... these former Roman nobles attempted to rebel against evidence." Aristilas said, holding in hand A stack of records was handed over respectfully.

Davers read it carefully, and said lightly: "The number is still quite large. While the people's attention is focused on the dispatch of border troops, they will forward the evidence and list to Turey. Inspection Department, let them be responsible for the arrest."

"Yes." Aristinas hesitated, and then said: "Your Majesty, there is a secret report from Iberia. Hasdruba and a few members of the Magonis family often gather together, drink alcohol, and abuse Kingdom..."

Davos didn't frown, and asked, "Are there other suspicious circumstances?"

"Not found yet."

"It is better to vent your dissatisfaction face-to-face than it seems normal on the surface, and to have a secret plan." Davers said disapprovingly: "Keep watching."

"Yes."

At this moment, "Bang! Bang! Bang!" There was a knock on the door.

"Come in!" As soon as Daves's voice fell, Aristilas naturally retreated to the corner.

"Your Majesty, Priest Plesinus, please!" Henipolis walked in and said.

"Please come in."

Plessinus did not come alone. He was followed by two priests, each holding a few wooden boards.

"Your Majesty, the selection of the design of the mountain top colossus has ended. We have brought the winners' works. Please make the final judgment and choose which design to cast the mountain top colossus."

"The result came out so soon?!" Daves became interested and immediately said: "Put them on the table, let's watch them one by one."

Yu Guang caught a glimpse of Hernipolis, who was next to him, craned his neck and looked this way. Daves waved to the left and right again, and said: "You two also come and have a look and give some advice."

Hernipolis and Aristilas leaned in immediately.