Mediterranean Hegemon of Ancient Greece Chapter 8: Hades priest and slave

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The people of Naxos at the time were still relatively new to the Temple of Hades, and Corinthus was responsible for spreading the doctrine. After seven years, the people here have completely accepted Hades, the benevolent Pluto, and the people who worship him every day are far better than Demeter. This shows the ability of Collientus and his many years. The hard work put in.

The prison is dark, damp, and smells unpleasant. Collientus has been here many times and has long been used to it. He ignored the complaints of other prisoners on both sides of the cage, went through the middle of the lane, and came to a cage.

The jailer unlocked the lock and pushed open the iron door.

Corientus walked into the cage with a **** breath.

Collientus frowned, and took a few more steps. Through the dim light from the narrow window, he saw a naked man lying down in the withered grass in the corner, dense scars seeping through. The blood has dried up outside the body and turned into a blood gamma, turning him into a blood man from top to bottom. He was lying motionless, only a very faint breathing sound...

Corientus turned his head to look at Diocasis who was following him, and said in a reproachful tone: "How come you hit so hard?!"

In the face of the priest's reproachful look, Diocasis was a little ashamed, and said falteringly: "He...he has always refused to tell the truth..."

"Go out, don't stay here." Collientus said in a deep voice.

"It's too dangerous here, dear priest!" a jailer reminded.

"Don't worry, Hades will protect me, he won't hurt me!" Corinthus said firmly.

Diocasis and his men had to go out.

"Bring me some pots of boiling water by the way." Collientus asked again.

After they left, Corientus and the two priests who came with him carefully carried the slave onto the simple bed next to him.

Collientus has been to the prison many times and already has a wealth of experience. He asked his subordinates to carry two large medical kits, one filled with medicine for treating trauma, and the other filled with clean linen. After the boiling water came, he and his subordinates first dipped the linen cloth in the water and began to wipe the blood from the slaves. At the wound, they will gently peel off the blood that is mixed with soil and wheatgrass, and remove the green pus from the wound little by little...

Be aware that Helps was instructed by Daves to send doctors many times to train the priests of the Temple of Hades in the basic skills of medical rescue. Collientus was one of those who studied hard, plus After many years of practice, his level of treatment of trauma is no less than that of an ordinary Dionian doctor.

However, the pain of cleaning up the affected area caused the slave to wake up from a coma. He looked in a trance to see the person squatting in front of him in a white robe and a simple black "A" letter drawn on his chest. Subconsciously struggling to sit up.

"Don't move, wait until I finish the medicine for you, and tie the bandage." The slave trembled slightly: This kind voice is so familiar, and he is in Naxos Hardy on September 9th every year. The voice of releasing slaves heard at the Sri Lanka celebration is extremely similar.

"... the merciful priest of Corientus?!" He shouted uncertainly in a hoarse voice.

"It's me." This answer was like a ray of warm sunlight shining into the slave's dead heart, which made his eyes moist instantly, and he held up his head with all his strength, staring blankly at this very sacred in his heart. The old man poured him cool and comfortable wound medicine, and then taped and tied the wounds one by one with a clean cloth... His white robe was dirty with dust and blood, and his wrinkled face was also covered with sweat. , The old man didn't care at all, his expression was so focused.

Collientus finally finished his work, reached out his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead, and asked: "What's your name?"

No response.

He looked up and saw that the slave was already full of tears, looking straight at him, but biting his lip without making a sound.

Collientus suddenly breathed a sigh of relief: This seems to be possible.

So, he looked serious and said, "I knew I was crying at this time, but you killed so many people cruelly before!"

"I didn't--" The slave saw that the most respected person misunderstood him and almost blurted out the truth. He closed his mouth quickly, and then said unwillingly: "After I die, I met three judges. Sir, they will give me a fair trial."

"A fair trial?" Collientus pondered a little, and said slowly: "If you didn't kill, then you are lying. You are not afraid of being sentenced to tongue-out **** and accepting endless suffering. Not to mention that you conceal the facts and let the real criminal escape punishment. You are an accomplice. The three judges will surely let you bear half of the guilt that he committed. Are you ready?"

The slave's face changed drastically after hearing that, he quickly lowered his head, but he saw the muscles on his arms protruding, and the linen that had just been **** immediately stained with blood.

"Don't force your hands, otherwise the wound just applied with the medicine will burst again!" Collientus immediately patted his arm with concern, seeing that he was still squeezing his fists, so he asked softly : "What's your name?"

"...Laksai." The slave squeezed a word from his mouth.

"Are you a Numibian?" Kolyentus looked at his dark skin and said, "I heard from the inspector that four of the girls killed were Numibians. They are all your compatriots!"

Laksey shook all over.

"The inspector said that when the six bones were buried, they were placed neatly, and each of them had an Obol in their mouth. The murderer would not have been so kind...Axel , This is the kindness of your heart, which prompted you to do this..." Collientus sighed and said in a certain tone: "I believe you are by no means a murderer, you are just forced to obey the command of the real murderer. That's it!"

Laksai's shoulders tremble more severely, and a low sob can be heard.

"My child, it must be very painful to live like this..." Collientus sighed again, and his tone became severe: "But... obviously there is now a chance to catch the murderer and let him be punished by the law, you But you want to pay for him and give him the opportunity to hurt more Numibian girls in the future, do you really bear it?! Are you really willing?!"

"I'm not reconciled!" Raxey raised his head, tears in his eyes, and shouted excitedly: "But I'm just a slave. He is a big man. My wife and my two daughters are in his hands. I can How?! What can I do?!!!"

"Hades is the most just god. He treats him equally whether he is a slave or a senator. His Majesty Daves upholds his wishes and enacted the "Dionia Law" to protect King Dionia. All the kind people in the country and those who punish all the wicked. Don’t have any worries, speak out, tell the truth! Hades is here, your devout believer Corinthus swears to you that I will protect you. Kesai’s wife and daughter, never let them suffer any harm!"

Axel watched in surprise at Collientus with his left hand pressed to his chest, his right hand raised, and he reverently vowed his vows, and endless gratitude suddenly rose in his heart. This gratitude melted the barriers in his heart, and he "thumped" Kneeled down in front of Collientus.

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Diocasis walked into the waiting room of the Naxos City Hall, and when he saw Stromboli, he said excitedly: "My lord, your suggestion really works. He finally said the slave. The truth!"

Stromboli was a little complacent and said with emotion: "I only know that the slaves of the kingdom trust the Temple of Hades the most. From time to time, slaves everywhere go to the Temple of Hades to call for grievances. Speaking of it, this is also related to the sensational case in Great Greece more than ten years ago by Pollux..."

"My lord." Diocasis took a few steps forward, and said with a solemn expression: "The slave also revealed another thing about Laodixian..."

Stromboli looked at his expression and said in a deep voice, "What's the matter?"

Diocasis did not speak, but handed him the transcript in his hand.

Stromboli read the record carefully, but the two white eyebrows were gradually twisted together, his face was filled with surprise, he suddenly pressed the record on the table, and asked anxiously: "He said Are they all true?!"

"He said that he had not done this before. It was another slave who had committed suicide and had been doing it secretly, but once got drunk and confided to him... I have no way to confirm this. It’s true or false.” Diocasis rarely showed hesitation: “After all, this directly involves the veteran Laodixian... so I’m here to ask you.”

"You are right, don't act without authorization." Stromboli nodded approving Diocasis's actions, but in his mind he was thinking of the past few years when he was in power in Naxos. He vaguely listened. There are a few rumors.

He carried his hands on his back, buckled his back, and walked slowly in the living room with a solemn expression.

Diocasis waited quietly from the side.

After a while, Stromboli groaned and said, "Who else knows about this?"

"My two most trusted men...and the priest of Corinthus..."

"Tell your subordinates, never speak out! Otherwise—" Stromboli's eyes flashed sharply.

"I understand, my lord."

"I'll talk to the priest about this. He's a smart man. What's more, the law does not allow priests to interfere in politics." Stromboli stroked his beard, looked at Diocassis, and ordered Said: "You will hold this case to a stop and keep Pafogres detained, but don't interrogate him. The slave is also temporarily detained as before... I will go and tell Judge Aldarus to let him Give you some grace, I believe he will still give me this old man a favor... Now, I am going to write to your majesty. You hurry back and take care of your inspection station."

Looking at Laodicean leaving, Stromboli stared down at the record on the table, a sneer on his wrinkled face: "Laodicean, you will be the second Pollux Is it?"

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At the same time, in the mansion of Antónius, Minister of Military Affairs of the Kingdom of Dionian, in the inner city of Turriy, Antonios is sitting in the courtyard with his nephew, enjoying the food while talking.

At this moment, it is already evening, night is falling, and the moon rises. However, in the courtyard, a dozen candles as thick as a child's arm were lit to illuminate the candlelight of Antonios' mansion. With the bright candlelight, the three children chased and frolicked in the surrounding corridors, and the crisp laughter continued.