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If it weren't for the prince saying that it was a token, let alone Zheng Fei, even Santiago wouldn't be able to look at it, and he could buy a bunch of silver coins at a small stall.

The only thing that is unusual is that the necklace is tied with two huge fangs pendant, and the ends of the fangs are slightly reddish and blood-colored, which is very hideous.

Knock~knock~

This is not the sound of drums, it is the heartbeat of Zheng Fei.

Holding up the so-called token in his hand, he was now extremely worried, would the Spartan tribe of 20,000 men really obey an ordinary necklace? It was not certain at the moment, he wanted to gamble.

Most of the Spartans didn't know the necklace, so they just glanced at the guests from outside and walked away.

Only the Great Elder stopped a few steps away from Zheng Fei, and with those old and wise eyes, he carefully examined the necklace engraved in the deepest part of his memory, but he couldn't remember where he had seen it for a while, and tried to search for it in his memory.

And so, after a long time.

The crowd watching the gladiatorial fight dispersed, and the empty gladiatorial arena returned to its usual dead silence.

The smell of blood was thick in the air, and the soldiers drove the slaves to carry the corpses out of the pit and carry them to the foot of a hill in the distance to be buried.

A gust of wind swept by, kicking up dust all over the ground and rustling the treetops.

The Great Elder was still staring at the necklace, staring intently, and the soldiers around him didn't dare to disturb him, and stayed in place.

Zheng Fei especially wanted to say something to break the deadlock, but he couldn't understand the language, and this kind of thing couldn't be expressed with simple gestures, all he could do was to wait quietly for the Great Elder to recognize it.

The retinue brought the Grand Elder's mount over and reminded the Grand Elder that it was time for him to inspect the mines.

That mount, the majestic and mighty European bison, has long since worn out its due rebelliousness, and even the unyielding blood flowing in its bones has disappeared.

After hearing the reminder from his entourage, the Great Elder nodded slightly, held the scepter in his hand, stroked the smooth back of the bison, and shook his head in confusion, not thinking about the necklace anymore.

"Oh, your Xerxes is still so powerful, like the mount of the god of war. A nobleman said with a flattering smile, not missing every opportunity to compliment the Great Elder.

Despite his disgust at the flatterer's face, the Grand Elder smiled.

Suddenly, the smile he had just appeared instantly froze, and a rare consternation appeared in his pupils, and he quickly turned his head and moved his gaze back to the necklace that Zheng Fei held high.

Mars...... Ares.

Death of Ares!

At the thought of this, he shuddered, and raised his scepter in a trembling manner, pointing to the necklace.

"It is, the Death of Ares......" he said to those around him, dejected.

Hearing this, the entourage looked at Zheng Fei in unison, their eyes full of confusion and confusion.

Thousands of years have passed, and it has reappeared?

So, obedience or rebellion?

More than this, the Great Elder was more concerned about another question—whether the death of Ares was true or not.

After closing his eyes for a moment, he stretched out his left palm upward, and the attendant handed him the kettle with both hands, helping him unscrew the lid.

After taking a small sip to moisten his throat and clear his throat, he watched Zheng Fei walk slowly and spit out a series of words that he didn't understand.

Seeing this, the leader beside Zheng Fei hurriedly ran over to explain.

"Oh, people from outside. The Great Elder bowed his head slightly, smiling.

Next...... Zheng Fei was really scared by him.

"Excuse me, do you know Latin?" said the Grand Elder in a flat tone, this time in Latin.

"!" Santiago almost jumped at the sound of the standard Italian Latin accent.

Surprise quickly passed through Zheng Fei's eyes, and he let out a sigh of relief and smiled at the Great Elder, "Yes." ”

When we were finally able to communicate, we were suffocating! The other party could speak Latin, so things were much easier.

Proficiency in Latin is a skill that every Great Elder must have, and if you want to revive Sparta, you must have a leader in the tribe who can communicate with the outside world, otherwise even if you conquer the whole of Europe, you will not be able to communicate with your people, and of course you will not be able to establish a city-state with long-term stability.

Therefore, every once in a while, the Great Elder would send a few smart young men to leave the mountain range to listen to the news of the outside world, always pay attention to the situation of the outside world and record it, so as to avoid rushing out in a swarm without knowing anything, causing unnecessary losses.

Latin, that's what the lads brought back.

In the Spartan tribes, not only the Grand Elders, but also the nobles were basically fluent in Latin, because they were the ruling class, they were not forced to join the army, and they had a lot of free time throughout the day, so the Grand Elder ordered them to learn Latin.

The nobility was hereditary, and in the days when the tribe numbered only a few hundred, their ancestors fought against the invasion of wild beasts and were awarded knighthoods by the Great Elder.

As for the Great Elder, he was the best chosen from among the nobles, and he had to be the most credible among the clansmen.

How well did the Spartans know about the outside world?

They knew that the Eastern Roman Empire, the Byzantine Empire, had fallen.

They knew that the strongest force at the moment was the Ottoman Empire, a group of brave bearded men, but it was still far from the glory of Sparta.

They also knew that in war, heavy swords, iron shields, and spears had been phased out, and that people now preferred to fight on horseback, as well as to use a fire-breathing monster.

......

They cut off the world, but they weren't cut off from the world.

Hearing Zheng Fei's affirmative answer, the Great Elder nodded in satisfaction and walked up to him, looking at Ares' death with reverence.

"Please come with me to a place, I need to distinguish between the real and the fake. With that, he ordered his followers: "Go and gather everyone to the temple, and be quick!"

After receiving the order of the Great Elder, the entourage did not dare to stop for a moment, and shouted as fast as they could, gathering the clansmen.

After that, under the leadership of the Great Elder, Zheng Fei came to the place of this so-called temple.

It is a stone building, typical of the ancient Greek city-state style, with walls made of huge stones tightly built, and the whole building has no gaps except for the doors.

At the entrance of the temple, two of the most elite Spartan warriors were guarded, shirtless, shirtless, even in the coldest season, showing their strong muscles to face the cold.

The Grand Elder stopped at the door, bowed his head and recited the incantation for a moment, and entered the temple.

"Let's ...... Do you want to go in?" Santiago hesitated.

"What else can I do when it's all here. ”

Zheng Fei looked at the dark hall and raised his heels.

[The big and small trenches who are interested in rewarding will gather tomorrow to reward the best-selling list~\(≧▽≦)/~ To be honest, I am a little apprehensive in my heart, because today's reward is so low (;′⌒')] (To be continued.) )