"Combining the fight against the plague with political propaganda is truly groundbreaking."

Socrates' two fingers rubbed a pinch of his beard on his chin.

"Although this makes me a little worried, whether the people who are attracted by this kind of political propaganda care about politics or the 'benefits' that come with it. Do they really care about the future of the city-state, or do they only care about what they get now?"

"And would such an attitude of participation in politics be beneficial to the long-term future of the city-state as a whole?"

Socrates' vision and his spicy irony are always accompanied and combined.

Thus everyone in the city of Athens who invited him to the party was eager for his wisdom to help him in his problems, and on the other hand hated him for spoiling the atmosphere of the party.

"Mix ideas, compromise ideas, and then make decisions that are realistic and not strongly rejected by everyone."

Lan spread his hands.

"That's the limit of what I can do."

"People can't live one or the other all the time."

"Yes, yes." This time, Socrates did not habitually speak out against it.

Because he also knows that philosophy must also be subordinated to reality when faced with practical problems.

And Lan's plan is already the best choice so far.

"So who are we going to get this political power?"

Suddenly, Aspasia, who was pacing with her head down because of excitement, suddenly said.

"What do you mean?" Lan asked rhetorically, puzzled. "What happened to Pericles?"

"That's the problem, Lanne." Socrates said in a low voice. "Pericles has contracted the plague, and he's not too young."

"Although I have tried my best to take care of him." Aspasia covered her forehead and said weakly. "But now he refuses to see me, or take care of me, but mutters vigorously that he wants to go to his beloved Parthenon."

"I think. He must have felt something himself, right? ”

Aspasia was a little evasive in expressing some unlucky meanings.

"Now that the crowd outside is excited, he no longer has the strength to defend himself, he will die without honor!"

So now, the political group that Perikles originally represented must immediately find a new spokesperson in the fierce pursuit of Kleon.

Perikles' fame is too great for anyone to replace him.

"I kind of get it."

Lan shook his head as he spoke.

"But alas, I'm not the person you want me to be. I do not belong to Athens and am not an Athenian citizen. On the contrary, there is a good fit for the job. ”

As Lan En's gaze grew, everyone's eyes converged on one person.

Alsibias, the good-looking, slightly makeup-covered face, looked surprised.

"Me? Hey, no kidding! ”

"I think you're not kidding." Lan tilted his head in the direction of Alsibees.

"Now you are still pretending to be a bastard and waiting for death, with no ambition and no intention of politics, are you really not afraid of wasting opportunities?"

Kassandra, who was standing beside Alcibys, saw a special look on the ambiguous head of the cynical and seemingly unwanted to go down the road for the first time since she had known this young and handsome Athenian boy.

It was like the tide slowly receding, revealing the true face of the reef below.

Although it was only for a moment, the thoughtfulness and seriousness on Alcibees's face were real.

Alsibius, a statesman and military strategist who could leave his mark on a long history, could not be avoided without discussing the Peloponnesian War.

Such a person has no political ambitions, and Len did not believe it in the first place.

From the moment he saw this man and heard his name, he didn't believe it at all.

It is not a new strategy to disguise oneself and secretly arrange it when the time and power are not yet ripe.

Maybe it's still fresh in this era, but Lan En sees through it at a glance anyway.

Alsibees actually looked down on the democracy established by his adoptive father, Perikles.

He prefers to lead others as an irrefutable leader.

However, Lann referred to the absurdities he usually does, and Alsibis is a person who is willing to adapt to his environment, and this kind of person is usually called: intelligent person.

Since Athens was already a democracy, he would adapt, at most maneuvering within the existing democracy, and making himself the ideal 'ruler'.

"Oh, you're a monster that makes people lust, Lane."

Socrates pinched his beard beside him and sighed.

"In addition to the fire of sensuality, my students' eyes now hide the fire of ambition that has been ignited."

"Young people should be a little ambitious." Lan En retorted without looking back, "Maybe we can really do something big?" ”

"Hmph." Instead, it was Alsibees, who spread his hands with the usual flirtatious smile.

"Don't talk about it, you all seem to see it clearly. I didn't even know I was as terrible as you say. ”

"Are you talking about me? I can't even figure it out. ”

Faced with Alsibees's pretending to be stupid, Lan En shrugged.

"Anyway, you've heard the whole plan we've put together."

"Whether you want to follow this plan and officially go to the front of the stage is your own business."

"You have all the advantages that Socrates summed up just now, and I have all the advantages in political elections."

Lan En counted on his fingers.

"You are well known in Athens, and your prestige is not good, but at least it is big enough. And the shape condition is excellent. ”

Alsibius, when he was a child, was a famous beautiful boy in Athens.

In Athenian custom, a teenager who was about to reach adulthood would choose a mature man who had already reached adulthood and let him teach him as a teacher.

At that time, people thought that mature men were responsible and experienced human beings. to be qualified to educate boys.

And in this process, mature men often 'have something' with the young boys they are taught, which is also a social ethos that is generally considered to be 'romantic and natural'.

And when Alsibius came of age, many mature men from the city of Athens came to his door and wanted to be his teacher. The scene is in full swing.

In terms of physical conditions, Rann is of course better than Alsibias, but in terms of mass base, he has an advantage after being in Athens for so long.

"Anyway, the solution is here."

Lan En knocked on the top of the large wooden table, making a 'bang' sound. The voice seemed to go straight to the heart.

And Aspasia, who was next to her, looked at Alcibys's expression a little deeper.

This outstanding woman, who was unable to enter the political arena head-on because of gender issues, seems to have more plans because of this.

(End of chapter)