Mediterranean Hegemon of Ancient Greece Chapter 4: The Chief Executive’s Private Banquet
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His slave reminded him: Naxos Administrator Stromboli invited him to a dinner tonight.
He suddenly remembered this, and hurriedly called a carriage and drove towards Naxos City at the fastest speed.
Of course there is a highway between Meyaro and Naxos City. After only twenty minutes, Galademus arrived at the Chief Executive's residence.
Under the guidance of the slave, Galladmus stepped into the living room, where a couch, wooden chairs, and dining table were already placed, and candles were lit all around, illuminating the living room very brightly.
"My lord, I'm sorry, I'm late!" Galademos bowed to the approaching Stromboli and bowed to salute, apologizing.
"You came early, Diocasis will arrive later." Stromboli ushered him in and said with relief: "No outsiders are called tonight, it's just us. A gathering of three Amendoras, so don’t be too restrictive and treat this as your own home."
"Yeah." Galademos responded.
"Whether you prefer to sit on the couch or the wooden chair, you choose." Stromboli said, sitting down on the middle couch.
Seeing that Galladmus picked up a wooden chair to sit down, he patted the sleeping pillow next to him, and said: "Since your Majesty and Helps advocated'dining on a wooden chair is good for health', there have been ten It’s been years, but I’m still used to using a couch."
Galadmus hurriedly said: "We the people of Amendorara often say, ‘Only adults, you still uphold the traditions of Amendora’s.’"
"Don't they often call me too conservative," Stromboli responded.
Galadmus hurriedly tried to explain.
He waved his hand and smiled: "I am not like the head and stone as they said. As long as it is good, I still have to learn to accept it, otherwise I will not be able to manage a distance from Amendola today. A city a few hundred miles away. The changes in Great Greece have been so great in the past ten years, it won’t work if people don’t adapt..." Stromboli recalled the past with emotion on his face.
Galadmus listened carefully.
Strombori was satisfied with his behavior and gestured to the slave standing by: "Let’s serve."
Garadmus was surprised: "My lord, shall we wait for Diocasis?"
"He is not like you. I come here often, just like his own home, so you don't have to worry about him at all."
Indeed, it is said that Diocasis came to Naxos with Stromboli to serve, a year earlier than Galladmus, and as an inspector, Diocasis returned Stromboli is directly led, and he is an important support for the chief executive in governing the city. This originally belonged to the lower level of public office, so that it can play a greater role in maintaining urban security), naturally, the relationship is much closer than the outer system of Galademus.
The slaves brought up the prepared dishes in jars: dried fruits, such as almonds, figs, pistachios, dates...fruits, pomegranates, peaches, plums...carnivorous, steaming pork Soup, grilled lamb, cooked tender chicken... There are seafood, grilled cod, steamed oysters... Of course, wine, beer and squeezed watermelon juice are also indispensable. After a while, the table was filled with food and drinks.
Galadmus stared in a daze, and couldn't help saying: "This is too rich!"
"Let’s eat happily and drink tonight, but I specially invited the chef from Christoja’s restaurant to cook for us. I believe you will be satisfied!" Stromboli lay on his side. On the couch, his face was quite complacent: "I believe that some food on this table is rarely eaten in His Majesty's palace. Who told Naxos to be closer to Africa." Stromboli laughed. Then, the slave standing by the door of the living room made another gesture.
A slender female slave with a better face and slightly dark skin walked in, and under Stromboli’s instructions, she sat right next to Galladmus.
Garadmus became a little nervous, and moved to the side subconsciously.
When Stromboli saw this, he smiled and said, "I remember Galladmus, you don't seem to be married yet, right?"
"Yes, my lord."
"It's time to find a wife too! Expand your family's bloodline sooner, so that your parents can rest assured in the Elysee!" Stromboli's words touched Galladmus.
"But don’t look for it in Naxos, because your roots are in Amendorara. Try to find Amendorara or the daughter of the Minister of Turiyi. It will be more helpful to your future! Wait for me to go back. I'll look for you afterwards..." Stromboli warned courageously.
"Thank you sir for your teaching and help! I..." Galademos was a little moved. He did feel that Stromboli was really thinking about him.
"Well, there are not many real Amendralans! And the only two of you who served in Naxos... I still remember that we were imprisoned by the Lucanians in the **** Zeus. Temple, your father Essakus finally fell down due to hunger and illness, and I was beside him at that time..." Stromboli murmured, recalling the past.
Galadmus' eye circles are a little red.
"You said I can't care about you!" Stromboli said emotionally, but the atmosphere was ruined by the sudden voice outside the door: "You don't wait for me, you have already started eating and drinking. Up!"
With this shout, a burly young man walked into the living room.
"Diocasis hurry up and sit down, just waiting for you." Stromboli didn't mind the young man's tone of voice just now, and beckoned to let the slaves quickly serve him food.
"Hi, Gala." Theocasis waved his hand at Galademus and sat down across from him.
Galadmus nodded in greeting. The two are more familiar, because they are not only the same age, but also classmates at Turriy School, but Galademus is an excellent performer, Diocasis is a stubborn student, so the two communicate very little. It was only after adulthood that there were more contacts, especially after coming to Naxos.
Diocasis is different from Galademus, because when Daves occupied Amendorara, he still had a mother, and finally his mother remarried like other Amendora widows. He His adoptive father was Dracos, but the relationship between Diocasis and Dracos was not good. He did not recognize this adoptive father, and Dracos was busy training soldiers and fighting, and almost ignored him.
Until the end of the Yugoslavian War (the Syracuse people called the war ten years ago the "Great Greek War", but the Dionians believed that the battlefield not only fought with Syracuse, but also with Samo Nai and Tarantum fought, so it was called the "Southern Italy War"), Dracos died heroically and became the hero of Dionia. There are statues on the Hall of Valor, King Daves and former mercenary veterans. He has been taking care of Dracos' family members all the time, which is unacceptable to Diocasis. Finally, he found an opportunity to serve in Naxos to stay away from Dracos' comrades.
"My lord, I remember that someone just gave you two Numibian slave girls, you can't be partial!" As soon as Diocasis sat down, he shouted to Stromboli.
"You know what your kid would say, and you are indispensable." Stromboli scolded with a smile.
Immediately another female slave entered the hall and sat next to Diocasis.
He immediately put his arm around the female slave's waist and asked her name.
Stromboli coughed slightly and asked, "What happened in the city? It made you come so late."
"The prosecutor of Prosdemore came to me in the afternoon to ask me for instructions, saying that a registered freedman reported to him that his 13-year-old daughter is missing, and I hope I can support him. I just went to find out. Circumstances, this hurried over again, preparing to send someone to start searching tomorrow."
After Diocasis finished speaking, Stromboli nodded without paying too much attention. When the new Naxos city was first established, it was full of exiles, free people, aliens, and even Campania’s mercenaries are remnants, so fights and fights often occur, as well as cases of missing persons and murders from time to time. It has not stabilized until these years. He believes that Diocasis can handle it well.
"My lord, this matter is not easy. I am afraid it has something to do with the Laodixian family." Diocasis glanced at Galademus and said in a deep voice.
Stromboli was taken aback for a moment, put down the wine glass he was about to raise, waved his hand to make the two female slaves retreat immediately, and then seriously asked: "Oh, what evidence did you find?!"
Galadmus' heart moved, and his ears were also pricked up.
"The free man was recently hired by the Laodicean family to guard the wheat field. According to his wife,'her daughter went to give him food yesterday, but she never saw him back,' and the free man said, "He never saw his daughter."..." Diocasis grabbed a plum, took a bite, and continued: "My lord, you must know that Pavalis was in Tuli in the first place. His father would drive back to Naxos only when the Iraqi chaos came, and there are often rumors of him'abusing female slaves' in Naxos. I doubt that this matter has nothing to do with him!"
Stromboli was still pondering, but Galladmus couldn't help connecting the girl’s disappearance with the suspicious incident he encountered in the afternoon, and immediately interjected: "My lord, today I went to the Laodixian’s field to check..."
After listening to Galademus’s narration, Diocasis even shouted: “Look, even Gala is so suspicious! My lord, you have to give me an order. I’ll take someone to Paro tomorrow. Search Fergus' house!"
Stromboli stared at him and said with extreme earnestness: "Diocasis, your impatience has to be changed. If you don’t have conclusive evidence, just guess, I won’t let You search the house of Lao Di Xian!"