Chapter Fifty-Six: True Battle Plan
"How's that?"
Magellan's face was like a saty when he asked this question. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ο½ο½ο½Uο½Eγ ο½ο½ο½ο½
"Uh......"
"Those people have become friends with these centaurs, and they are ready to put something under the statue of Dionysus. β
The thinker sat on the ground, raised his hooves in the air, and looked pensive.
"It's a viable plan," Sati said, grimacing his face, "nothing in the forest is immutable, except for the statue." After all, this is the Dionysian forest. β
"But that's none of your business. β
"No...... You know, these warriors should be Spartan ......"
Magellan smiled, and his face was a drunkard's smirk, and he didn't seem to take anything into account: "And then?"
"What the hell is in the depths of madness?"
"What?"
"Sanity. β
"No," Magellan wagged his finger, "or madness." β
"No," the thinker shook his head solemnly, "it's reason. β
"The craziest thing in this forest is me, because I have sanity. β
"And then?"
"I'm going to prove my madness, I'm going to let the whole forest know that I'm the one Bacchus loves the most!"
Magellan lay beside Sati, the sun shining lukewarmly through the thin clouds, and the breeze swept through the green grass with a soft sound.
It's a pleasant afternoon that makes you want to sleep.
"I ask you, why didn't you scream when you saw me, this is crazy?"
"Because I'm used to it. β
"No, because I'm a Satie. There are all sorts of sati in the forest, so I call myself a thinker, and it's nothing at all. You don't see clearly what a great thing this is, you don't ......"
"I understand. Magellan patted the thinker on the shoulder, "I know how great this is, how crazy it is, I'm so excited." β
He spoke with the weakness of a man who was about to get drunk, and the contempt in his tone was maddening.
"I'll prove it, I'll prove it to you, I've got a plan, it's perfect, I just need a little bit of time!"
Magellan nodded.
No one knew that at this moment, in his eyes, behind Satie, who called himself a thinker, stood Dionysus.
"Look," said Bacchus, sitting beside Magellan with his glass, and lying comfortably on the ground, "he is remarkable, though he can't see me, but really, I can see him all the time, have you ever seen the madness that even I want to marvel at? β
With a clean and hearty smile on his face, the handsome god raised his glass to Magellan.
"The one you are talking about, a little time, how much time is it?"
"Uh...... Twenty years. β
"It's so much shorter than I thought it was, you're amazing. β
Magellan's admiration would have made people jump with excitement, if it weren't for that soft, airy tone.
"Have you thought about it?" the thinker seemed to have given up, and he seemed to be talking to himself, "in this forest of madness, to see a Sparta, a standard military man, silent, determined, rigid, fanatical, with every step taken at the same distance, and even swallowing the same amount with every sip while drinking......"
"Then this man ......," Magellan interrupted Sati's self-talk with a flutter, "the name must be Cretos." β
"yes, that's a good name, and it's decided, his name is Cretos!"
"So, where are you going to find a pregnant woman, or a couple?"
Sadie shook her head, "No, the madness of the forest attracts the little ones here, you know? every day, you just need a little luck and a sharp eye." β
"Vision?"
"Tell that the new Sadie is actually a child. β
"That must be hard to ......"
"Of course ......"
The Thinker was about to give Magellan a lesson when the tall centaur leader stepped out of the cabin and interrupted their conversation with a thunderous voice.
"After dinner, pre-war meeting!"
These words drew cheers from the centaurs, who raised their front hooves high and stomped heavily on the ground, causing an earthquake.
Magellan and the thinker also cheered and climbed up, and the latter grabbed the former, who was about to rush out: "Do you know where to eat?"
......
The Centaurs' afternoon tea was very lavishβin fact, they had eight times a day at the same intervals, and they ate only at these few times, whether wartime or not. Looking at the menu, this is a standard lunch, very hearty, but the timing is a bit strange.
After eating, they trotted and walked outside, while the guests were left in the village.
The captain came to Magellan distraught, and he made no secret of the worry on his face.
"I think there might be something wrong with their plans. β
Faced with a lazy Magellan, the captain went straight to the point and then began to explain Charon's plan to him: "They were pretty sure that statue was the only viable location. But there's a trouble here, and anything, including these determined centaur warriors, will turn into drunks and madmen if they are willing to get close there. β
"Sounds like a madman's story. β
"No, his plan is. The captain shook his head and smiled bitterly, "That venerable centaur warrior will march towards that statue with everyone he can find, and if there are enough people, then at least one of the many people will arrive there...... Before going crazy. β
"It's a solid plan. Magellan nodded, "Do you have any questions?"
"I don't know if I'm going to go crazy, but at least until then, please stay with me. β
"So, you want to give me that thing for safekeeping?"
The captain nodded slowly.
"Why do you think I'm not crazy?"
"I always feel ......," the captain finally gave up, shaking his head, "Please." β
Magellan squirmed hard in the sun to make his posture a little more comfortable: "What?"
The captain stretched out his left hand and spread it out in front of Magellan's eyes: "Do you see this pattern?"
"What pattern?"
The captain stretched out his right hand and pointed his finger at the wrinkle on his left hand: "This regular triangle." That's what Athena gave me to hide, a pattern with the power of the goddess. β
Magellan winked with an exaggerated gesture: "Okay, one last question." β
"You don't think you're crazy yet?"
The captain shook his head in silence.
"What about these centaurs? The natives of this forest, are they crazy?"
"They're coming from outside. The captain hesitated for a moment, and learned from Magellan to lie on the grass, "They are allies of Sparta, and they have participated in the campaign against Athens, and they have won more than they have lost. β