"Persians, shut up! When your wife and children were in the camp again, I didn't treat them badly! Mersis said angrily. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Mercis, you really just let these dozen **** pick up ...... ...... pick-up? Christoya blushed and asked seriously.

Mersis knew that he couldn't hide it, he had to say: "There are also some women, the soldiers who robbed them died in battle, they lost their supports, and they don't want to do dirty work and tiring work, under the influence of those **, they feel that it is easy to make money in this matter, after all, our food is distributed to the soldiers first, and they are also to survive......"

"Then why didn't you let them go?" Christoya asked.

"Where can they go if they are released? They are all hundreds or thousands of miles away from their hometowns! They can't go back. Rather than being captured by the city-states and tribes along the way, and also reduced to slavery, it is better to stay in our barracks and at least live a little better......" Mersis said with a pretended pity.

"It's all a sin committed by the soldiers!" Davers let out a long sigh, put his hand around the sad Christoia, and said, "Mersis, you don't have to force them...... I think so, we will give them free food, and when we find a place to settle in Greater Greece, we will give them off to the soldiers...... In the future, our soldiers will no longer loot, because we will no longer be mercenaries! ”

"Chief, you are merciful!" Mersis hurriedly praised and hurried away, not wanting to face Christoya's reproachful eyes again.

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As time went on, the news from the west became more worrying, and the Lucanian camp in the western mountain passes was expanding day by day, while the Turii working on the plains of the Chabari on the north bank of the Krati River became increasingly scarce...... It wasn't until a dozen days later, when Lucanian spies appeared on the outskirts of Turriyi, causing a panic among the people of the city, that the generals of the town hall knew that the Lucanian attack was coming, and they had to be prepared.

So, with a mission, Brokos took a boat to the improvised dock at the mouth of the Klatty River (the bad habit of the Greeks was that they would never walk as long as they could go by boat).

Once ashore, Burcos found it noticeably more popular than the rest of the Sybari plain, where people walked on a wide, well-tamped dirt road that led to a large earthen enclosure.

"What's that?" Burkos asked Moraes.

"It's a bazaar built by mercenaries that I told you last time."

When Moraise told him, he didn't care. At this moment, he was interested, anyway, to go to the mercenary camp had to pass through this market, and it wouldn't take much time to go in and see.

Before I reached the entrance of the market, the sound of boiling people filled my ears. At the door stood two beautifully dressed and pretty-looking women, slim and elegant, who knew by their faces that they were not Greeks, but who spoke the Greek euphemism and beauty: "Welcome, distinguished guests!" Are you here for the first time? ”

Morath couldn't help but nod his head.

"If you're here to sell something, there's a wooden house behind you, which is our market management room, and you can ask the person in charge to choose a stall for you, but it costs a small fee."

"How much does it cost?" Burkos asked urgently.

"One Opol a day."

The price is cheap, but these mercenaries are actually making money from the land of Turiyi! Burkos was a little furious.

"But now that the stalls are full, you can only come back tomorrow."

This place is so sought-after! Burcos was taken aback and said tentatively: "If I have more money, can you squeeze a stall out for me?" ”

"Distinguished guests, we charge this fee, not to make money, we are to maintain the order of this market, the help provided to you has far exceeded the value of an Opol, we just hope that the stall owners can give full play to the value of the stall, and can earn far more than an Opol every day!"

It would have been familiar to a modern person, but Burkos and Maurath were completely dumbfounded.

The woman continued: "If you are here to buy something, there is a wooden sign hanging on the door of the market management room, which says that our market has a small request for every customer, and I hope you can comply with it. If you encounter fraud or disputes when buying and selling, you can ask for help from the market management office, and they will be happy to help you solve the problem......

Bulcos and Maurath, who had traveled far and wide and were well-informed, were now a little dazed by the woman's words, and they had never heard of such a market for merchants and customers in the Greek city-states they had visited, and with great curiosity they came to the market management room.

It was a simple wooden house, with a large window open in the direction of the market, and a few people were sitting at the window and politely answering questions from customers who came to inquire about it.

"Hello! Is there any problem that we need to solve? A dark-skinned, emaciated Egyptian politely asked Maulath, who was looking through the window.

Moraes was about to say a few perfunctory words when someone in the room shouted, "Welcome, Lord Burks!" A middle-aged man with brown hair, a long beard, and a golden hooked nose pushed open the door and greeted him warmly.

"You are?" Bulkos looked at him and felt a little familiar.

"Chief Davers' commercial officer, my name is Marigi." Marigi did not have the humility to put the official position that Davers had promised him to put on himself.

Brokos didn't pay attention to what he had to say, he corrected him by saying, "No! Please don't call me an adult! I'm just an ordinary citizen of Turii. Then, curiously, he asked, "Are you a Persian?" ”

"Yes." Mariji is not only not shy about it, but he is a little complacent.

"You guys have people of all races here!" Burcos sighed, then pointed to the things placed on the "window" and asked curiously, "What are these scales used here?" ”

"If there is a customer who feels that they are not buying enough food, such as olive oil and sea fish...... And so on, he can take them here and weigh them, and if he finds out that this is the case, the management will find the buyer, punish him, and in severe cases, cancel his stall and no longer allow him to enter the market. ”

"Well, yes, very thoughtful. Has there ever been such a thing? Burkos said lightly. Although he felt that the mercenaries had no right to punish anyone in the land of Turiyi, he thought that such matters were best discussed with their chief.

"Only once, after the punishment, never happened again." Marigi looked at him and said cautiously.

"Why do you emphasize this wooden board that says 'spitting, littering, buyers must keep the stalls tidy'?! The markets of all the city-states I've been to didn't have such a requirement, including Agora in Athens! "That's what Burkos is most interested in.

"This is the advice of the leader of Davers. He said, 'The market is a place with a dense flow of people, and it is also a place where garbage and sewage are rampant, and the excessive garbage not only stinks and makes people uncomfortable, but also attracts a large number of flies and mosquitoes, which will affect everyone's mood of buying and selling, and most importantly, it will lead to the occurrence of epidemics!' Marigi said cautiously.

"Is it that serious?!" Burcos was a little surprised.

"The leader is Hades' deity, and his words should not be ignored! Not only do we remind our customers, but we also have 10 slaves who keep cleaning the entire market. I can say that our market, although simple, is cleaner than any city market! It takes so much sweat and effort to charge such a small fee. Marigi quietly explained himself here.

Burkos sniffed the fairly fresh air and looked down at the level ground thoughtfully.