Chapter 55 The Completion Ceremony of the Temple of Hades (1)

"The temples of the traditional Greek city-states are like noble nobles, waiting for the people to donate gold and silver, and build one after another holy treasury, but rarely take the initiative to help the people of the city-state in distress, and the temple of Hades I imagined. Priests and saints, they should use the gold and silver donated by the people to help the poor people, help patients who have no money to see a doctor, listen to the doubts and troubles of the people of the alliance, enlighten and clear their confusion with words... and liberate slaves every year All rituals must be presided over by the temple...Plesinas, the temple of Hades can provide so much help to the people of Dionia, how can the people not be grateful to the temple and not believe in it!"

This remark by Davos seems to have opened a window for Plessinas. The approach proposed by Davos, which is different from the traditional temple, allows him to vaguely see the bright future of the Temple of Hades. I was excited for a while, but I didn't know what to say.

"Elysee is the paradise that Hades built in hell, and his temple should be the paradise on earth, the return of the people's hearts! At that time, we will build a Hades in every city of Dionia. The Temple of Dis, unites people from all over the world and all races around it, so what else is there to fear from the Dionysian Alliance!" Daves' seductive voice was extremely loud in Plessinas' ears. Clearly ringing: "Plessinas, are you willing to help me accomplish this great cause and become the high priest of the Temple of Hades?"

Plessinas met Davos' expectant gaze, weighed a little in his heart, and then nodded heavily: "I do!"

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Kanios followed Avinogis to Turii and stayed at the hotel on the south side of Victory Square. This large hotel was funded and built by the Alliance Senate and was specially used to receive foreign guests. Usually, the rooms were rich, but now it is overcrowded.

The generals, reputed deputies and citizens of the city-states of the South-Italian alliance of Coulonia, Trina, Siriting, and Crotone were invited to attend the ceremony. If it weren't for the people like Amicris of Castellon who temporarily lived in Kunogolata and Cornerus' houses, the leaders of the Lucaria tribes in Neutum and Grummentum would be scattered and borrowed. Living in Weisba, Hermon and other homes, Laos' Avinogis and others even lived directly at Davos's house, thus reducing the task of reception for the officials in charge, and the hotel in Turiyi must not be enough. .

At this time, the lobby of the hotel was very lively. The VIPs belonged to different city-states, but they belonged to the same alliance. Usually, it is difficult to have the opportunity to get together and take this opportunity to visit each other, communicate with each other, and discuss opinions on current affairs...

As an outsider, Kanios received a polite reception from Dionia, but his request to visit Dais immediately did not get a good response.

The person in charge told him: "Master Davos, the consul, is busy preparing for tomorrow's celebration. After tomorrow, he will be seen sometimes."

Although he was envious of others' chatting and laughing, Kanios and his subordinates stayed in the room quietly, because he heard that the messenger of Picocis had also arrived in Turii, so as to avoid conflicts when they met. It was not until he tasted the unique food of Turiyi that the anxiety in Kanios' heart was temporarily relieved.

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In the early morning of July 25, 398 BC, the citizens, family members, freemen and even slaves of Dionia gathered in the city of Turii from all directions. Entered the center of Turii city one after another.

In a short period of time, all the courtyards, houses, and even the roofs were crowded with people. At first glance, there were huge crowds of people, and it was spectacular. Only the huge open space on Victory Square was left untouched.

Kanios was arranged on the left step of the platform in front of the square. It is reported that the messenger of Picocis was arranged on the right side. Stop and enjoy the celebration.

"Oh, there are so many people! Dionysus is bold enough not to be afraid of a riot,

This is going to be a disaster! "Someone beside Kanios said worriedly.

"It's better if there is a riot, in that case, Dionysius is finished!" Another person exclaimed gloatingly.

Kanios looked back at him like the others.

"Utydmus, how could the Crotone people let you into the council! If there is a riot here, do you think we can escape!" Someone recognized the speaker and retorted loudly.

"Why run away! Isn't this the celebration of the completion of the Temple of Hades! It's not a good time for everyone to meet Hades together!"

"Have the proud Crotone people actually started to use verbal sarcasm to satisfy their feelings of loss after the defeat!" Someone immediately sneered.

Euthydmus' expression changed immediately.

Kanios didn't bother to pay attention to the verbal conflict of the people beside him, he just carefully observed the surrounding of the square: it stands to reason that there are so many people, it should be very noisy here. But people sit or stand, try to keep quiet, and rarely move around. Maybe they have been warned by the alliance in advance, but for the Greeks who respect themselves and pay attention to freedom, this performance is quite amazing! Yesterday, when Kalios entered the city of Turii, he discovered this, and now his impression has been strengthened again.

At this time, the loud bugle sounded together, announcing that the ceremony was about to start. People consciously stopped talking and focused their curious eyes on Victory Square.

I saw hundreds of men wearing Greek armor entering the arena, while Plessinas led ten male "voice transmitters" and 50 women, all dressed in white robes, and walked with solemn steps. platform.

Dionia's atmosphere is relatively open. Outside the square, many people brought their wives and daughters to watch the celebration, but dozens of women appeared in the crowd at the same time, especially on such a sacred occasion, even if it was Hera or Hera. There were not so many priestesses in the Temple of Aphrodite, the god of love, so not only the people, but also the distinguished guests from allied countries in front of the square began to whisper.

The neat bugle resounded throughout the city again, and the surrounding area of ​​the square was quiet again.

Plessinas' high-pitched and long voice sounded: "In the first year of the 95th Olympia Games, in the kingdom of Persia, thousands of miles away from us, a group of Greek warriors accepted the favor of the Persian prince Cyrus the little who loved Greece. Recruited to overthrow the tyrannical Persian king. However, after a great battle, their employers were killed and the mercenary leaders were deceived and captured by the Persians. The entire mercenary army fell into despair, but great Hades did not abandon them..."

As soon as Plessinas' voice fell, a dozen harpists under the platform began to pluck the strings, and 50 women in white robes on the stage opened their mouths together, and the ethereal singing sounded like a breeze blowing the audience.

When Karios shuddered, he felt the hairs on his skin stand up. The traditional hymns of the Greek temples obviously couldn't compare with the harmony trained with modern bel canto. Bathed in beautiful and harmonious singing, it seemed that even the soul was affected. washed.

Like Kanios, the others in the audience were completely immersed in the singing, and in the sobbing sighs, they were also infected with the heaviness.

The soldiers on the field used exaggerated body movements to show crying, helplessness and despair. Only one person in the center was lying on the ground, motionless.

At this time, the singing gradually faded to silence, and the soldiers on the field also began to fall asleep...

Just when the people were at a loss, a high-pitched singing sounded again, like lightning piercing the night sky, boosting the spirits of the audience.

I saw a man walking out of the corridor. He was tall and strong, with long black hair and a thick black beard. He was dressed in a black robe and held a double fork. He walked towards the center of the square with a majestic expression...

Someone in the audience exclaimed: "Hades?! I know he's Hades!"

There was a small commotion in the crowd, and more people were staring at the field, and they had begun to be attracted by this extraordinary performance.

I saw "Hades" coming to the center of the field, standing next to the man who had been lying still, waving his fork, as if he was using divine power...

The singing disappeared again. "Hades" exited the stage, causing people to turn around and watch.

"Boom! Boom!..." There was a crisp drum sound in the silent square. The lying man rolled over and sat up, and began to wake up the others, waving his arms to encourage them, and finally everyone crowded around, and someone put him on Helmets with red crowns, then arrayed in front of him, and marched hard under his leadership...

Seeing this, anyone who has heard the legendary story of Archon Davos also vaguely understands at this moment: the extremely dazzling leader on the field should be Davos who once played an expedition to Persia!

"Davos seems to have forgotten that he was not the only mercenary leader in Persia." Thormed, who was also watching the celebration on the sidelines, complained.

"Yesterday, Davos staunchly approached me and told me about it. He said it was a performance need. I hope I can understand." Zantiparis shrugged with a calm expression.

"Well, this is Dionia, he has the final say!" Tormide said helplessly: "But this kind of performance is quite interesting!"

The drums sounded from sparse to dense, with bugles in the middle.

"Wow!!!" With the audience exclaiming, a group of soldiers appeared in the corridor, including cavalry, infantry, and archers. They were wearing long robes, holding long shields, and lined up in a loose formation. Under the command of the general wearing golden scale armor, they approached the Greek mercenaries who were originally in the square...

"They're 'Persians'!" someone in the audience couldn't help shouting.