When Du Zhe woke up again, he only felt that his whole body hurt badly, especially near his temples, and he jumped as if the blood in his whole body rushed up. He moved his fingers, but he didn't have the strength to lift them, and his legs were so heavy that he seemed to lose consciousness.

The eyelids were very heavy, and the person was tired, if it weren't for a man and a woman arguing in front of him, Du Zhe wouldn't want to wake up at all.

"Even if the Persian sacrifices can tame lions and even the creatures of the world, it is the spiritual art of the god Mithra!" Silky glared at Oakley viciously, "You Gentiles don't deserve this honor!" I disagree! I will not allow Menes to do such a thing for you! And the spirit hurts the spirit, but only once, he is already tired like this, do you want to exhaust him?! ”

"I don't think so......," Oakley retorted, "but Silk, he's already a captive of our Athens, and I think I have the right to deal with any captive!" ”

"Captive?!" Qisi sneered, grabbed Oakley's collar and said one by one, "Oakley, I think I forgot to tell you that Menes was my youngest brother before he became a priest in Persia!" ”

Oakley was stunned for a moment, his face changing slightly.

"One aside, as Menes' only relative, his sister, I will never allow you to do this to my brother." Silky held her head high and glared at Oakley. Although in terms of physique, Qisi, as a woman, is much shorter than Oakley, but at this moment she stands between Du Zhe and Oakley, with a resolute attitude and refuses to give a step.

"I'm ......," Oakley opened his mouth, finally speechless.

"Alright," Thucydides interrupted them, and he sat down on the edge of Du Zhe's bed with a frown, glaring at Oakley warningly, before looking at Qisi and said gently, "Qisi, don't worry, I never wanted Menes to help us tame the beast, and I am grateful that he saved our lives at a critical moment. ”

"Hmph," Qisi snorted coldly, "he's here to save me, not you cowardly Gentiles." ”

After saying that, Qisi glanced at Oakley meaningfully. Oakley could only bow his head and pretend not to see, scratching his head in embarrassment. At the critical moment, he only cared about his own life and pushed his own woman out, so that he couldn't argue with Qisi at this moment.

"But he also saved us—that's true," Thucydides explained good-naturedly, "and therefore I will take the opportunity to propose to the Citizens' Assembly and the General that this event be used as an occasion to remove Menes from slavery." ”

A hint of surprise flashed in her eyes as she looked at Thucydides, and then she nodded, stroked Du Zhe's forehead with some concern, and sighed softly, "I hope you will keep your promise, Gentiles." ”

"This nature," Thucydides solemnly promised, "that I, Thucydides, will do what I say, and I will surely bring you back to your freedom as soon as possible." ”

"I'll help too!" Oakley suddenly shook Qisi's hand eagerly, "Honey, I said I would work hard for our future!" What I said just now is that you treat me as a fart, okay - dear, I know wrong, I will never beat your precious brother's idea of spirituality again. ”

Silky rolled her eyes, coldly withdrew her hand from Oakley's wolf claws, and stood up and gave Thucydides a Persian royal salute, "I don't believe what he says—but I believe you, general of Athens, and I want you to take good care of my only brother." ”

Thucydides also placed his right hand on his left chest, stood up, and bowed respectfully to the silk.

So, the Persian cold beauty put her mind at ease, ignored Oakley, and left alone. Oakley hurriedly got up to say goodbye, and chased Qisi away in a panic. Seeing Oakley's appearance, Thucydides shook his head helplessly, he knew that Oakley, this amorous stinky boy, this time he was afraid that it was planted.

Outside, a crescent moon had risen into the sky, and Du Zhe had been unconscious for a whole day.

It was only through Guò that Thucydides learned that the Persian sacrificial sciences were complex and varied, and most of them were inherited from the scrolls left by the sacrifices of the past dynasties in the temple of Tongguò. These sacrifices look noble and elegant, and they don't look like they eat the fireworks of the world, but in fact, they love to kill, and often slaughter the sacrifices with their own hands; They pursue profit, supreme power, and often have greater power than the king.

However, because the father of Qisi and Menes was a powerful monarch, he changed the Persian rules of selecting from the people for sacrifices and used royal members as sacrifices, which overrode the secular authority over the temple and completed the unification of the empire.

Had it not been for the invasion of the Greeks, Menes would have had absolute authority and would have been revered by all people, just like the sacrifices of the ancestors.

Indeed, Thucydides didn't need to listen to the silk to describe what it was. Today, while watching Du Zhe tame the lion, or even farther away, on the docks, watching Du Zhe slay the Athenian soldiers with a sword, Thucydides knew that this man was born to be superior, and could only stand on a high place.

If he didn't have a high ground to live in, he would definitely be able to level all the mountains around him and create a high ground for himself.

"Ahem......" At this time, Du Zhe moved, and finally reluctantly opened his eyes, "Give ...... I'll get some water. ”

Thucydides looked at Du Zhe's wet eyes like small animals, and in an instant, the softest part of his heart was struck, and he walked to the table and poured Du Zhe a glass of water. Du Zhe moved his hand and tried to sit up by himself, but he didn't have the strength at all.

"You know what?" Thucydides smiled at his limp appearance, and couldn't help but quip, "It's good if you've been like this all along, at least you don't have to worry about having your pants picked up the next moment, or being laughed at by you for my skills." ”

Du Zhe blinked his eyes and said weakly, "You are ...... Small, poor skills, so who will follow you in the future...... That's—that's not going to be a big bad ......."

"Hahaha-" Seeing Du Zhe's hard mouth, Thucydides smiled happily, "Okay! How dare you say it? Menes, if it had been someone else, I might have beaten him down a long time ago, but if I had replaced you, I wouldn't be angry. ”

Du Zhe rolled his eyes, looked at Thucydides who was full of excitement, swallowed his saliva and muttered, "Then you are really cheap......

"Yes, I'm so cheap," Thucydides fished Du Zhe out of the bed, let him lean into his arms, and fed him water, "I have been humiliated by you many times, and I have asked you to kill so many of my brothers, and I am still busy taking care of you and helping you restore your status as a free man." ”

Du Zhe didn't have the strength, so he simply took a few sips of water from Thucydides' hand, felt the dryness in his throat recede slightly, and said, "I didn't ask you to do this, you can kill me right now to pay for the lives of your brothers." ”

Thucydides looked at Du Zhe's obviously weak and stiff-mouthed appearance, and couldn't help but laugh, he scraped the tip of Du Zhe's nose with his hand, "Okay, you have a reason to say anything, I can't talk about you." But to be honest, I didn't expect you Persian sacrifices to know so many things. ”

"Hmph—that's because your Athenian sacrifices are rubbish."

"Yes, we don't have much good in Athens in your eyes."

"That's ......" Du Zhe said for a while, his eyelids were a little fighting, he thought about it, and muttered in a low voice, "It's not, there is a good, good ...... in Athens"

"Huh?" Thucydides lowered his head, he didn't hear what the bird was muttering.

When Thucydides leaned down and brought his ear to Duzhe's lips, he felt only the warm breath spread over his ears, as if he had met the Persian priest in front of him for the first time: Menes at that time had a bad stomach, teased him with beauty tricks, and escaped from under his nose -

Now, the sharp-toothed kitten lay on his stomach in his arms, and in a very low but soft voice, he said four words and a name.

Du Zhe said, "Thucydides. ”

The only thing he thought was good in Athens.

"Poof-" Thucydides couldn't help laughing, although he said that he was good, but he still felt that this little thing was still scolding him for "not a thing", but for the sake of Du Zhe who was already groggy and asleep, Thucydides didn't care about him, tucked the quilt for him, and left the room lightly.

After another five or six days, Du Zhe's physical condition recovered, and winter fell on the entire Greek peninsula as scheduled.

Early that morning, Thucydides left the affairs of Duzhe and the lion to be taken care of by the steward Kerry. He himself brought out a horse and prepared to go to the house of the chief general, Perikles, to tell him about the Persian priest.

It just so happened that Qisi missed her younger brother and always wanted to invite Du Zhe over for a small gathering. Therefore, Thucydides also prepared horses for Du Zhe and told him to go early and return early.

"You're not afraid of me running away?" Du Zhe sat on the horse, patted the horse's neck, and smiled meaningfully at Thucydides.

"You won't."

"Oh?" Du Zhe raised his eyebrows, "Why are you so sure?" ”

"Guess what?" Thucydides smiled slyly, and with a gleam in his eyes, he suddenly raised his hand and whipped the horse on the butt of the horse that Du Zhe was riding, and the horse was frightened and immediately took Du Zhe out of the distance.

Thucydides laughed at the angry scolding from Du Zhe, and then he turned his head and explained a few words to Kerry. As for the gloomy expression on Kerry's face, it completely covered up the past because of his posture of bowing his head down.

Thucydides didn't see it, and naturally he didn't know what was in his steward's heart.

"Yes, young master, don't worry, I'll take care of the family." Kerry sent Thucydides to the door, respectfully promising it.

Thucydides nodded, then rolled over his horse and walked away.

Not long after Thucydides and Duzhe had left, Kerry, the butler, crept up to the place where the lion was locked in the backyard, and he stared at the beast for a long time, and finally relented, and with trembling hands, he quietly opened the lock on the cage door.

Then the butler Kerry withdrew from the courtyard step by step, looked at the men and women working in the courtyard, finally closed his eyes, took a deep breath, clenched the dagger in his hand, walked to the gate of the courtyard, neatly closed the door, locked it, and locked a lion who had been deliberately starving for four or five days with a group of innocent slaves.

After a while, listening to the screams that sounded in the small courtyard, a trace of distorted pleasure flashed on the old butler's face.

He curled the corners of his mouth, slashed his dagger three times with his backhand, and staggered towards the street with the most Athenians:

"Help—Someone save us—Lion, lion is mad!!"