Chapter 101 Meeting Uncle and Nephew

But Agesilaus has remained silent since learning of the incident.

Some people proposed to change the messenger and send it to a relative who was familiar with Leoticides; some people who knew the situation at the time objected, believing that this would only be counterproductive.

The two sides were arguing, unable to reach a consensus, and had to temporarily turn to another issue: the guilt of Dorios' retreat without a fight and the abandonment of Messenia.

At this time, Agesilaus spoke, and he supported Dorios, so that in the end Dorios was only deprived of the right to public meals and became a low-class person.

On the way home, when he saw the people greeting him again, Agesilaus had a different feeling in his heart.

Back home, he was alone in a room, pondered for a long time, and finally made a decision.

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In Messenia, the Dionysian legionnaires, under the leadership of their officers and engineers, were busy every day: building the city of Mesenia, building simple docks, building important defensive camps...

The blacks of this land were quickly organized by the village chiefs of various villages, and took turns to go to the Dionian barracks, and the Mesenian Dionian citizens headed by Ticias registered them. In the name of Dionysian Holy Kingdom and New Messenia, they are officially declared citizens of the new city-state, while land is allocated to them, and they are also briefed on the political system and laws of New Messenia...

These Helots, who have been used as cattle and sheep by the Spartans since childhood, listened in a daze, but they knew one thing very well: they were free! They became the masters of this land!

After being in the dark all the year round, and suddenly seeing the light, the gratitude of the Helots to the Dionysians is indescribable. At the same time, under the reminder of Ticias and others, they absolutely did not want the happiness they had just obtained to be taken away by the Spartans in a blink of an eye, so they all radiated infinite energy. They actively participated in the construction of the city of Meseni and other facilities, and in addition to the heavy labor, they also participated in military training organized by the Dionysian soldiers, and at night, they returned home, almost exhausted. Try your best, but few people complain about being tired...

The high-spirited state of Heroth also infected the Dionian soldiers, so the whole of Messenia was full of vitality.

Only Leoticides became more and more depressed. Not only did he have to give detailed explanations to the various army commanders, high-ranking officers, and even Cykrian who came to inquire one after another, but also these two days about "he is The rumor of "Prince of Sparta" has spread throughout the Dionysian army. Whether he was hanging out in the camp or going out to inspect, he was faced with a pair of strange eyes from the soldiers. He learned from his son that the soldiers were there. The most talked about sentence behind it is "Since Lord Prosus is the prince of Sparta,

Will he lead us to fight the Spartans with all their might and destroy them? "

Leoticides knew in his heart that the entire army was still in good order because of the deterrence of military law and the influence of his illustrious achievements in the past, but if this continued, it would inevitably affect his control over the army, leading to Combat power declined.

But in a short period of time, he was unable to show his determination to the soldiers. At this time, he was really helpless, and a little regretful that he had been too careless before, so he simply closed his door and stayed in the big tent.

"Lord Commander, a small boat came from the east, saying that it was an envoy sent by Sparta and asked to see you." Staff Officer Mukru walked into the big tent and reported to him.

The Spartan messenger... Leoticides thought this was a good opportunity: "Bring him here! Inform the commanders of several legions and the captains of the three legions to discuss matters in the big tent! Uh, also There's a military judge!"

After listening to Mukru, who had been Leoticides' partner for many years, he probably guessed what he wanted to do, and immediately replied: "Okay!"

Leoticides was the commander of several legions. According to the "Dionysian Military Law", his military account should be spacious enough for military meetings, so a staff officer, a military judge , two regiment commanders, plus twenty-four regiment commanders stood together in the military tent, and there was still a passage in the middle, and it did not appear too crowded.

"Report, bring the Spartan messenger!"

"Let him in." Leoticides sat upright with a cold face.

The generals on both sides also stood up straight, but there was a hint of curiosity on their serious faces.

The tent was lifted, and a white-haired old man walked in. Not only was he slightly hunched, his body was very thin, but he was also limping when he walked...

The generals were all surprised: Sparta actually sent a disabled old man as a messenger. What does this mean?

Only Leoticides, who was sitting in the center, suddenly opened his eyes wide and stared at the man who came in.

The Spartan messenger was holding a wooden stick in his hand, and also stared straight at Leoticides, staggering forward unconsciously, until he was stopped by the guards, he suddenly came back to his senses, and said in a wistful tone. : "Dorios is not wrong, you are indeed my nephew Leoticides..."

As soon as he said this, the surrounding generals were shocked. According to the age and appearance of the envoy, some people quickly came up with an unbelievable answer in their hearts.

"Are you... the Spartan King Agsilaus?!" Olivers couldn't help asking aloud.

There was a commotion in the military tent, and the people present were basically senior officers of Dionia, who came to fight against Sparta in Greece. In order to know ourselves and the enemy, and the most mentioned figure in Sparta's materials is Agesilaus, the Spartan king, in his decades of war, has a lot to do with Persia and other Greek city-states. It has achieved remarkable results and is famous in the Eastern Mediterranean.

At this time, in the eyes of everyone, he was just a frail old man, and he couldn't see the temperament of a Spartan warrior at all. No wonder some Greeks who were hostile to him called him "the Spartan king who is the least like the Spartans." "But he dares to come alone, this courage is really admirable!

Mukru looked at Leoticides subconsciously, and saw that the Dionysian commander was propping his right elbow on the table and his left hand on his thigh, leaning forward, his face was gloomy and terrifying, and his eyes were full of coldness.

Although the appearance of Agesilaus had changed a lot at this time, Leoticides recognized him at a glance, and at that moment a burst of anger rushed to his forehead, and he couldn't help but want to rush up to him He was stabbed to calm down decades of resentment, but the cold temper he developed over the years and his identity at this time suppressed the impulse in his heart and kept him a little calm. He sighed lightly, but wanted to watch Seeing that this cowardly person who rarely fights to kill the enemy in person actually ventures here, what tricks does he want to play?

Agesilaus ignored the inquiries of the people next to him. He saw that the man in front of him was gloomy, and his expression gradually became a little sad: "I know you must have hated me very much these years, thinking that I took away your throne... ...after your father passed away, I really wanted to be the king of Sparta...I'm a little bit like you, we've been discriminated against by the people since we were kids, so we're always eager to do something to prove ourselves, you broke the royal family The tradition of attending Aggo's training, and I because of my body—"

Agsilaus patted his stump leg, and his words were a little more candid: "I can't win honor through battle like a normal Spartan citizen, so I am more eager to become a king and command the army to come Winning... At that time, Sparta's situation in Greece was not very good, and I was confident that I could bring Sparta out of the predicament better than the young and vigorous you, so... hey!"

Agesilaus sighed from the bottom of his heart, and his eyes became a little lonely: "But Sparta is in a worse situation today than it was at the time. It can be seen that I have not done well these years. Maybe I was really wrong at the beginning. I shouldn't be competing with you for this throne..."

Leoticides stared at the earnestly-spoken Spartan king, whose image of aggressive, self-assured arrogance had now grown old and sullen, and he loosened his fist and clenched it again. , squeezed out a sentence in a cold tone: "You forced my mother to death."

Agesilaus did not avoid his nephew's hatred like a blade, he said calmly and sadly: "In order to become a king, I used some despicable means, but I never expected to kill your mother because of this. Forcing you away... Every time I think about this all these years, I feel a little uncomfortable, maybe Sparta will be reduced to where it is today, and it is Zeus who is punishing me for my sins!"

As Agasilaus said, his whole body slowly squatted down, his right hand firmly supported the wooden stick, his healthy right leg bent his knees, and his left leg was dragged behind, and he actually knelt on the ground.

Everyone was shocked: the dignified king of Sparta actually knelt down in public!

Leoticides was equally surprised, but his blank expression effectively concealed the emotion in his heart.

And the following words of Leagesilaus are even more surprising: "If killing me can remove the anger in your heart, I am willing to die by your sword! I only hope that my death will make you no longer resent your life. You raise your Ajidai family! No more resentment against the Spartans who share the blood of Hercules like you! Think of the majestic mountains of Tegetos, the galloping river of Eurotas, the ancient The Temple of Artenis, the hard training of Agego...that beautiful land was created by the great gods, and we Spartans were guided by the gods and lived there for hundreds of years, even if one day it will be destroyed , nor should it be executed by you—a pure Spartan royal family, because when you are old one day and look back on the past, you may feel as much pain and regret as I do—”

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