"Now, Leonidas......"

Beginning with the other person's name, Albert closed the hardcover book in his hand, emerged from the ocean of knowledge, and accosted the strong man behind him who was sharpening the blade of the gun. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"What?"

"Can you tell me about Sparta?"

Ebner casually raised the book in his hand, the jujube red book cover was gilded, and the fluent gold outlined the rigorously structured Chinese characters on the book.

Examination of the Ancient Greek City-States

As you can tell from the name, this must be a book compiled by some idle scholars who have nothing to do, based on some historical materials that they have and conjectures that they have.

The reason for this is just to make my conjecture look more reliable.

Sparta was one of the Greek city-states, and naturally it is within the scope of this book.

But...... Because of the Spartan style and traditional Chinese thought...... No, it should be said that the thinking is different from that of various countries in the world, so the record is quite sloppy. It was supposed to be an objective and fair record, but in the chapter of the Spartan city-state, the researchers' disdain and contempt for it are revealed between the lines.

Originally, I wanted to learn about my servant, but it turned out that this kind of book has no reference value at all!

Alberner could only smile wryly and turn his attention to his own Heroic Spirit.

The location of the two men is a hotel room rented by Ebner, located on the fifth floor, and if someone tries to blow up the building, with the strength of the lancer, he will definitely be unscathed if he jumps from the fifth floor with the strength of the lancer. It's just a few random spells used to hide traces of magic, and even if they are destroyed, it won't matter much.

In the tasteless room of the hotel, a huge man was crowded.

Whether it's "crowded" or "huge", it's hard to describe people, but for Leonida, the standard rooms in the hotel seem a bit small. This man's posture and the domineering spirit of the black suit and sunglasses are impossible to ignore, and he is sitting on the balcony, like a statue, as if he has become one of the decorations of the room.

Hearing his friend's inquiry, Leonidas frowned at a loss: Come to think of it, it is always difficult to introduce his hometown to outsiders.

If it is overflowing, it will be overwhelming to describe it enthusiastically. If it's too cold, a casual description will make people feel that their hometown is not worth mentioning.

How to grasp this degree is the key.

The mighty Heroic Spirit scratched his head, his medium-long brown hair casually curled over his shoulders, revealing a somewhat embarrassed expression, he finally said this.

"It's a cosy place. ”

It was the only word he could use to describe Sparta.

There is barbarism, he knows.

There is cruelty, he knows.

There's too much emphasis on survival of the fittest, and he knows it.

Therefore, it was impossible for him to talk happily about how beautiful and rich it was.

Therefore, it is impossible for him to excitedly promote the institutional policies of Sparta.

All he could say was that it was his hometown. That's where he lives, where it's best for him.

"Can you elaborate on that?"

"There's nothing to say. Don't talk about Sparta with the men of Sparta. ”

In the face of Abner's curious questioning, Leonidas cracked the corners of his mouth and smiled, and in the pure smile of this young king, there was a faint hint of nostalgia and ...... Distress.

Perhaps reading the peculiarity of this smile, Abner did not interrupt him, waiting for him to finish the sentence he wanted to say.

"Because, the men of Sparta spent their whole lives in the army, and even I, as a king, never set foot in the land of Sparta. ”

The men of Sparta had to make cruel choices from the time they were born. Disabled, deformed, and infirm children are abandoned in the wilderness when they are just born.

When they were young, they would receive rigorous training from their father every day.

When they became adults, they would join the army of Sparta, and moreover, they would be soldiers for the rest of their lives.

Strictly speaking, Spartans were not a special species, and they were indistinguishable from humans.

That violent combat power was just a gift from a human being who sharpened his [Combat Technique] to the extreme. That's the result of exercise. No kidding, if another race does the same training, it can reach the same level.

Therefore, even if Leonidas wanted to answer Abner's question, he had no choice.

As the king of Sparta, he did not know Sparta.

"What if...... If there is a if......"

Perhaps it was this topic that aroused Leonidas's reverie, and his eyes drifted out of the window, looking out the window, looking at the distant sky, and his gaze crossed the blue sky and the sea of clouds infinitely.

“…… I want to go back to Sparta. I do not regret my death, nor do I regret not holding back Persia. For the freedom of Sparta, for the freedom of all Greece, the life of a warrior ends on the battlefield, which is the most glorious thing. But...... It wasn't until the moment I died that I realized that all I had of the Sparta I was guarding was the army and my wife and children...... What kind of country is Sparta, what does it grow, how many people does it have, what do merchants sell? I don't know. ”

Leonidas' words caused a moment of silence for Abner.

This hero's wish for the Holy Grail is so simple that it doesn't look like a great hero at all.

Abner also thought that he was unwilling to be outnumbered by the Persian army, or unwilling to be betrayed by traitors, and the Battle of Thermopylae was completely defeated. Or maybe he hated that he could only send 300 men instead of tens of thousands, or maybe he hated why he was just a Spartan and not some more powerful creature.

However......

Neither.

The man's wish for the Holy Grail is to return home.

He is just a soldier who has been defending his hometown all year round, but he has forgotten his hometown completely because of his hometown.

Heroic ...... on the battlefield And the mildness at this time...... What is Leonidas' nature?

Albert didn't understand.

"Why, I remembered to ask this Abner. ”

Leonidas put away his nostalgic look, a haughty glance at the corner of his mouth, the gentleness of that childlike affection was absorbed by him, and he interrupted Abner's question, and he once again became the invincible, unparalleled infantryman.

"I just saw it by chance. ”

Abner reopened the page and handed him a page about the city-state of Sparta.

“…… Hmph!"

Leonidas leaned over curiously, squinted his eyes and glanced disdainfully, but after only a few lines, he snatched the book resentfully, and with a big hand, he tore it hard, and the poor book was split in two.

"!"

While feeling sorry for the book, Abner was secretly afraid that he had stimulated this slightly neurotic heroic spirit again.

"How could the Spartans be slave owners!

The sturdy Spartan, filled with righteous indignation, continued to vent his anger on the poor book, and the power of his anger directly smashed the pages to pieces.

(Oh, did the conversation lead to this place?)

Alberner was slightly happy in his heart, in fact, from the moment he summoned the lancer, he actually wanted to ask, but there was no good opportunity. Now, the time is right.

"Now, Leonidas, you say this is nonsense, so what the hell is going on with the [Shilots]?"

"Hmph, it's just a bunch of unseeded guys. If you want to hear it, then I'll hear it to you. ”

PS: There may be people who don't understand what the Heloh people are, you can Baidu it. By the way, [Helot] is [Helo people], I guess the name Helot is more widely known to everyone, right?