Chapter 215 Riot (2)

As one of the original supporters of Dionysius, after Ortigia became the "Acropolis" of Dionysius, Herolis was also invited by Dionysius to move to Austria Tigia Island, but he politely declined it several times. The reason is that after his ancestors colonized Syracuse, they have lived here for generations, and have never moved, and have become accustomed to the life here. Moreover, his sleep was not good, and he was easily awakened when he heard noises. The night waves in Ortigia Island were too loud for him to adapt.

Dionysius made no further demands, but perhaps this was the beginning of his dissatisfaction with Haroris.

The mansion of Herolis is not too far from the city hall. He walks on the west side of the square, crosses the street of the theater, and then walks 200 meters to the west, passing through the wealthy area. His home is located in the civilian area and the Near the junction of wealthy areas.

Philistos strode forward, and the guards carefully guarded him in the center. These guards were all mercenaries, and were rejected and even hated by the people in Syracuse, so they were against Dionysius. Very loyal.

The slave who opened the room saw that Philistos was knocking on the door, hurriedly ushered him in, and said, "The master is resting in bed."

"Is Haroris seriously injured?" Philostos asked with concern.

"Master's head was broken and there was a lot of blood! The doctor just came to see him and said that the master needs to rest... oh, that scene is terrible! Those thugs who should go to hell! Your lord, please be sure to catch them. them!……"

Philostos frowned, he did not answer the request of a lowly slave, but it was not good news for him that Herolis was seriously injured and unable to do things.

When he came to the main hall of the mansion, Philistos was ready to go upstairs.

The slave looked embarrassed, glanced behind him, and said, "Lord, look..."

Philistos was thinking about things just now, but he didn't pay attention for a while, and then he realized: whether it is a Greek commoner or a noble, according to traditional customs, the upstairs of the main building of the house is the bedroom of the head of the family and his daughter-in-law. He was allowed to set foot, and he was considered a good friend of Haroris himself. He often came here as a guest, and he had never been upstairs, but today was a special situation.

Thinking of this, he turned around and said to the guards who followed him: "You wait here, I'll go up."

The guards hesitated and agreed. They were all Greeks. Of course, they knew the Greek tradition. Besides, they had been here many times with Philistos before, and they had never had any trouble.

Only Philistos went upstairs alone, and the slave did not dare to stop him, so he hurriedly called another slave to receive the 20 guards in the hall.

Take Philistos upstairs.

Of course, Philistos couldn't walk straight into the bedroom of Haroris. If there were female relatives serving Haroris, the scene would be embarrassing. As his identity, of course, it is impossible to act so recklessly, so he let the slaves go in and report.

"My lord, master, please come in." The slave said respectfully until he came out of the bedroom.

Philistos walked in, and just stepped over the door, he suddenly caught a glimpse of two dark shadows on both sides of the door out of the corner of his eyes. He was startled, and before he could react, his two arms were tightly clamped.

Astonished, he was about to shout when a ball of linen was immediately stuffed into his mouth.

He was pinned to the ground, his hands slashed back and tied with ropes, but he was pinching his neck and staring at the big bed in front of him.

Haroris, who was originally lying on his side on the bed, had turned over and sat up, and his movements were so agile that he could not see any impact from the injury at all. In fact, there was neither a bandage nor a trace of blood on his head.

Philistos now knew that he had been fooled.

Herolis looked at him with a complicated expression, and said in a deep voice, "Philistos, I'm sorry, for the sake of Syracuse, I can only imprison you temporarily!"

Philistos glared at him angrily, making a "woohoo" from his gagged mouth.

"Help him sit up." Haroris motioned.

The two subordinates immediately pulled Philistos up and pressed him on the wooden chair.

At this time, there was a sound of fighting from upstairs, and Philistos, who was still struggling, suddenly became quiet, tilted his head toward the door, and listened.

Seeing his thoughts, Haroris sneered: "Don't have any expectations for these mercenaries. Since I've made up my mind to keep you here, how could I forget these lackeys of Dionysius? , no matter how powerful they are, I have hundreds of warriors waiting for them here! They entered my house, like mice entering an iron cage, how could they escape!"

As soon as Herolis finished speaking, Philistos hummed.

"Looks like you don't believe me. After all, I'm the main target of Hyparinus' surveillance. How could there be so many warriors in the house?!" Haroris said with a little self-satisfaction: "Don't forget, yesterday morning I specially I have applied to you to persuade the nobles in the city so that they can take the lead in sending their clansmen to participate in this second cross-sea expedition. I remember you happily agreed at that time. But you know, no matter if I go to them I still invite them to come to my mansion, they all travel by carriage, and there is not only one person in the carriage..."

Hearing this, the light in Philistos' eyes dimmed a lot, but then he widened his eyes again and glared at the good friend he once trusted who was sitting beside the bed.

Herolis felt the emotion in his eyes, and said in a deep voice again: "Philistos, I remember that you once said to me proudly at your banquet, 'Dionysius'. Syracuse under the rule of Syracuse is stronger than ever. Not only will no city-states and forces dare to invade our city-states, but Syracuse will become the most powerful in the whole of Great Greece and even the entire Greek world. city-state, earn more honor and wealth for its citizens! And all we have to do is to assist Dionysius to achieve and maintain this great goal for a long time!  … 'I echoed your words at the time, and now I tell You, my true thoughts—"

Herolis looked at him and said calmly but solemnly: "I was a supporter of Dionysius just like you at the time, because in Syracuse faced the invasion of the Carthaginians and the political situation fell into chaos. At the time, only Dionysius had the ability to boost morale, unite citizens, repel the Carthaginians, and stabilize the volatile political situation in Syracuse, so we fully support him as the plenipotentiary general of Syracuse! In recent years, he has continuously expanded the territory of Syracuse, forced the Carthaginians to make peace with us, freed the Greek city-states of Sicily from the threat of Carthage, and made Syracuse the overlord of Sicily, and even the great The Greeks trembled when they heard his name, and even Sparta changed its arrogant attitude and negotiated with us friendly... I know, this is the splendor of Syracuse you have always hoped to see, for this you Do your best to help Dionysius!"

Haroris sighed and said with a serious tone: "But what I expected was different from what you expected, and what I saw was very different from what you saw.

What I see in my eyes is that Dionysius destroys Naxos and Catane who were once friendly allies with Syracuse, just because Syracuse needs more land, population and slaves!

What I saw in my eyes was that Dionysius could drive the Carthaginians out of Sicily in one fell swoop and make the island completely free from the threat of the Carthaginians. Make peace with the Carthaginians!

What I saw in my eyes was that many Syracuse democrats were tortured and killed by him as 'traitors' because they had opposed Dionysius before, and even their families were not spared, even the fee Lothanus just said a joke, and he was thrown into the stone prison!

What I can see in my eyes is that the people of Syracuse are living hard because of the war tax that has been rising year after year, and the people in the city are even more careful in what they say and do because of the rampant mercenaries and the surveillance of Hiparinus! But Dionysius expelled the people who had lived on Ortigia for decades, or even centuries, and turned the entire island into his palace! "

The more he spoke, the more excited he became, his face filled with grief and anger: "Dionysius is no longer the hero who wants to save Syracuse, but to maintain his power, his hands are covered with Syracuse. The devil who pierced the blood of the people and his fellow Greeks in Sicily! Under his dictatorship, Syracuse was no longer the great motherland that enriched us and allowed us to exercise our rights freely, but Dionysius's desire to realize his personal desires. Tool! In order to achieve personal greed, he drove seven or eighty thousand people of Syracuse to take great risks to invade Great Greece, which had never been malicious to Syracuse, leaving the bones of tens of thousands of people behind. Strange land! If no action is taken, Syracuse, our great city-state, will eventually be defeated by Dionysius! Back then I supported him in the position of tyrant, and today I will do my best hard work to make up for the biggest mistake I made!"

After saying these words that had been held in his heart for several years, Hololiston felt relieved, and he stood up with a resolute expression.

"Woo! Woo! Woo!..." Philistos stared at him nervously, shaking his head vigorously.

Hololis ignored him and turned his eyes to the strong man behind him: "Go down and see if those mercenaries have been killed?"

As soon as the words fell, the confidant slave hurried upstairs: "Master, most of those guards were killed, only a few rushed out of the siege and were about to run out of the house!"

When Philistos heard this, hope burned in his eyes.

Then he heard Herolis say, "Very well, everything is going according to plan."