In the house of the chief Athenian general, Perikles, in a room with a huge balcony on the second floor, Oakley stood in front of Perikles with his neck bent and listened to the training, not knowing that his house was about to be demolished by a Persian slave.

"As the new generation of Athenian nobles, Oakley, you are far worse than your 'old friend' Thucydides—"

“…… He has great achievements, and I ...... Of course not. Oakley lowered his head, not daring to look Perikles in the eye. The slaves' troubles at the docks could have been big or small, but with Thucydides' help, Oakley didn't take it seriously.

However, I didn't expect Perikles to not only be very concerned about this matter; Moreover, he is also ready to take advantage of this to send him to the battlefield.

"You don't seem to be happy with this arrangement?" Perikles raised an eyebrow and raised his voice at Oakley, "Heads up!" The warriors of Athens will fight for the democracy of Athens until the last moment and do not bow their heads! You are a nobleman, of course you have to send troops, help to protect others, stay with your slaves all day long, do you think that one day, Sparta will defeat Athens, and then go to be the slaves of those barbarians?! ”

Oakley opened his mouth, eventually nodding in annoyance, "I didn't think so. What you're saying is that I do need to go through the training, so I'll go back and pack my things and go out with Thucydides tomorrow. ”

Hearing this, the stern expression on Perikles' face softened slightly, and he waved his hand and said, "Go ahead, follow him and you can learn a lot of things that your slaves can't teach you, and war will teach you bravery, my warrior." ”

Oakley nodded with a deep expression, but he was bitter and depressed in his heart.

After coming out of the general's mansion, Oakley rode straight to Thucydides' house, he couldn't speak here in Pericles, but Thucydides must be able to, he finally won the favor of beauty, how could he waste all his time on the battlefield-

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Standing in the blood soaked in the blood of the severed limbs, Thucydides squinted his eyes and looked silently at Du Zhe, who was panting across from him.

Du Zhe had his back to Thucydides, his right hand was tightly gripping the sword, and the blood on the sword was flowing down the sword body little by little, dripping to the ground. His long golden hair was stained with blood, and the Greek robe was also dripping with blood.

"Have you had enough of venting?" As the last drop of blood dripped from the tip of the sword to the ground, Thucydides spoke, "Can you calm down and listen to me?" ”

"Uhh As if he had been touched by some switch, Du Zhe's legs weakened and he fell to the ground: looking at the "hell on earth" in front of him that he had created with his own hands, Du Zhe suddenly collapsed and raised his hand to cover his eyes-

"I ......"

Thucydides frowned and sighed, trying his best to contain the fleeting and inexplicable pity in his heart, and lowered his voice and said coldly: "I thought the Persian sacrifice was so bold? At the docks, you killed so many Athenian warriors, and today, here you are, killing seventeen slaves of Oakley. ”

Du Zhe turned his head and glanced at Thucydides.

Although it was only a glance, Thucydides caught the blank helplessness that flashed in Du Zhe's eyes. However, soon that subtle look disappeared, Du Zhe hooked the corners of his mouth and smiled, slowly stood up, turned around, raised his chin and said to Thucydides:

"What? General, are you going to ask for these lives like me? ”

"Asking for your life? I'm afraid you can't afford to lose! ”

"It's you who can't afford to lose!" Du Zhe waited for Thucydides viciously, he narrowed his eyes, folded his hands in front of him, and slowly said in clear Greek: "Defile the princess of Persia, the city of Athens will be destroyed, your fleet will be destroyed in naval battles, the wall of Piraeus will be torn down, the plague will spread throughout the Greek peninsula, and your most respected generals, will be killed by this plague!" ”

Such a vicious curse came out of Du Zhe's mouth, especially from the mouth of a Persian priest like him, which really made everyone present stunned for a moment. The surviving slaves in Oakley's family were originally very afraid of Du Zhe, but now when they heard Du Zhe say this, they all trembled.

As for the people around Thucydides, the old butler Kerry only glanced at his master with a frown.

"I thought that only the weak would demonstrate their enemies with curses," said Thucydides, stepping forward without showing any weakness, "and you, Menes, the Persian sacrifice, will not, and even if the curses you speak of can be fulfilled in Persia, this is Athens, and Hades himself will rule over our death." ”

Du Zhe raised his eyebrows and sneered in his heart: If you are not the object of my mission, I will not leave a single living mouth in this courtyard now.

At this time,

Kerry, the butler, suddenly stepped forward with a clanging metal handcuff, and he respectfully presented the object to Thucydides with both hands, "Master, as your butler, it was my negligence that I did not deal with this slave properly. But at the same time, as a steward, I want you to put on for him, what he ought to wear—"

Thucydides looked at the golden handcuffs, which were specially designed for slaves, lined with a long, sharp thorn that, once closed, would inevitably pierce the wrist bones of a person, and the slightest movement would hurt into the bone marrow.

The Persian priest had such a pair of beautiful and dexterous hands - Thucydides looked at Du Zhe, who was standing not far away, and hesitated for a moment.

Du Zhe, on the other hand, remained motionless in his original posture, tilting his head to look at Thucydides, without much expression on his face, except for a chilling and unmeaning smile at the corner of his mouth, as if he was mocking Thucydides and even the butler Kerry.

He's not afraid, he's not afraid?!

Thucydides endured the anger gushing out of his chest, gritted his teeth, or walked over, and neatly pressed the handcuffs on Du Zhe's wrist, Du Zhe's face turned pale, but he didn't say a word, but when a pair of blue eyes oozing blood on his wrists, his eyes darkened slightly.

Thucydides didn't look away, no longer looked at Du Zhe, but just asked Oakley's already frightened butler to give him a few words, and prepare to leave here first, leaving Kerry to help clean up the mess together—

The matter has reached this point, I am afraid that the warden will also intervene, and Thucydides still has a lot of people and things to explain and deal with in person. He was one head and two big, and Oakley caused him a steady stream of trouble, and the Persian sacrifice caused him trouble, but it was earth-shattering.

However, just as Thucydides and Duzhe were approaching the gate, the door suddenly opened from the outside, and the black slave of the Thucydides family came with Oakley.

"Hey, old friend, I heard you're in my house—" Oakley smiled halfway through his greeting, when suddenly he saw the mess in his yard, and exclaimed, and then, madly, rushed into the yard, exclaiming every time he saw a broken ornament:

"Oh my God! My jade-encrusted peacock! No, no, no—my stonework! Oh my God, I finally found the flan grass! Ahh ”

……

In fact, when Oakley appeared, Thucydides' first action was to hold down Du Zhe tightly. However, to Thucydides' surprise, when Du Zhe saw Oakley, only a trace of resentment flashed in his eyes, but he didn't make any move to kill him.

"Old friend, what are you—what are you doing at my house?" Oakley, while feeling sorry for his own golden-decorated courtyard, asked Thucydides with a headache, "You don't like these good things of mine, and you don't need to bring someone to your house to smash them, right?" ”

"Oakley, seventeen dead in your house......"

"He doesn't care," Du Zhe interrupted Thucydides coldly, his eyes looking into the distance but there was no light, "the slave he bought at home is no different from an ornament in his eyes, and even less valuable. Dead, and dead. ”

"......" This time, it was Thucydides' turn to open his mouth, but he couldn't speak.

"So I said he was a bastard," Du Zhe smiled, shrugged his shoulders, and motioned for Thucydides to let go of the hand that was pressing on his shoulder, "I'm not that stupid and would do it when it's most unfavorable to me. ”

"Really?"

"You want to ask me just now?" Du Zhe retracted his gaze, looked at Thucydides, and smiled, "I admit: I was out of control just now, and I don't think it's a shame to be out of control for my most precious relative." What's more—I'm already reflecting, you see, isn't that the price I paid for my impulsiveness? ”

Thucydides looked at Du Zhe's raised hands, the blood oozing from his wrists had dried up, lining his fair skin, which was quite poignant.

"It's just a small injury," Du Zhe smiled, and walked out first, turning back and smiling at Thucydides, "Alright, my general, don't put on that expression as if Athens was destroyed, I'll wait for you outside." ”

Looking at Du Zhe walking into the halo of the setting sun, Thucydides was suddenly a little moved.

However, according to international practice, Oakley jumped out and stood in front of Thucydides, and said with a sad face, "Old friend, are you and the chief general bullying me?" Is it necessary for you to smash my house in order for me to go on the expedition?! ”

"I'll just go!" Oakley pursed his lips and said unhappily, "Still, Kisi is going with me!" ”

"......?"

"Silk!" Oakley's eyes lit up, and he exclaimed excitedly, "Princess of Persia! Silky, I'm in love with her! Oh, you know what?! I'm in love with her! I have proposed to her, I will restore her to the status of a free man, I will dismiss all my slaves for her, I will make her my only wife in Oakley! ”

"What did you say?!" Thucydides' eyes widened, "Oakley, do you know what you're talking about?" ”