After a good while, the harbor on the shore was visible, along with the densely packed ships within, one after another, like rows of wooden walls.
"There are so many ships! It seems comparable to Ephesus!" Zantipariss exclaimed, while Agasia remained silent.
He noticed that in the month or so since he'd left Thurii, the harbor had undergone significant changes, not only expanding in area and adding more docks, but also constructing breakwaters.
At this moment, a patrol boat approached, signaling them to stop.
"I am Agasia, a senator of the Thurian League! I wish to disembark at the docks within the city of Thurii!" Agasia stood at the bow of the ship with a dignified air, much to the envy of the mercenaries.
The person in charge of the maritime patrol must be a citizen of the League.
Even if they hadn't interacted with the dozen or so senators of the senate, they would still recognize them.
The captain signaled the patrol boat to move closer, and after a careful examination, confirming his identity, he respectfully saluted and loudly said, "Greetings, esteemed Senator Agasia! You must have been away from the League for some time, haven't you?"
"Indeed, I left before September, went to Ephesus, and have only just returned."
"No wonder you're unaware that the League has changed its name to the Dionian City-State League, no longer called the Thurian League!"
"What?! Changed its name! Why?!" Agasia asked in surprise.
"Because the League has taken Nuceria! We have another city now, and the name Thurii-Amendolara League is no longer appropriate.
Not only that, but Laos has also become our ally! Lord Davos has fulfilled his promise, and we no longer need to worry about the Lucanians' invasion!" Midolardes said excitedly.
Nuceria had been seized, Laos had become an ally, and the League had changed its name!
Agasia hadn't expected so much to happen in the month or so he'd been away, as if he'd suddenly become a stranger.
He couldn't wait to return to the city, but the patrol boat still blocked the way: "Sir, today the League is holding a triumphal parade in Thurii for the generals and soldiers who returned victorious from Lucania, celebrating the victory!
To prevent accidents, the League stipulates that no ships may enter the Crati River, so you may only disembark at the harbor."
Midolardes glanced at the mercenaries behind Agasia and reminded him, "Furthermore, the League also stipulates that only League citizens, prospective citizens, and invited dignitaries may enter the city to watch the ceremony.
Foreigners and free men may only watch from outside the city, and this is also for safety!"
Although Agasia was disappointed, he knew that the League was doing this for good reason.
He forced a smile and said, "Thank you, I will go to the harbor to disembark immediately.
Has the triumphal parade already begun?"
"It probably hasn't, you should be able to make it."
Once the patrol boat left,
the mercenaries swarmed over, surrounding Agasia.
"Agasia, you didn't deceive us, you've truly become a noble of the city-state!"
"Respected Lord Agasia, when will we be like you?!"
"Congratulations on the Dionian League taking another city!
Agasia, how strong is your Dionian League in Magna Graecia right now?"
Faced with their envious and surprised gazes, Agasia's vanity was greatly satisfied.
Regarding Timason's question, he proudly replied, "I told you before that the League possesses Thurii and Amendolara, and now it also possesses Nuceria, and also has Laos and Kastron, two affiliated city-states.
These are all truly large cities, each with its own subordinate towns and villages, especially Thurii, whose land area is no less than Attica of Athens, but whose fertility far surpasses it, and the League has a large surplus of land, lacking people to cultivate it.
As long as we have enough citizens, then our strength in Magna Graecia will definitely be unmatched!"
"Then what are we waiting for, let's go see Davos quickly!" the crowd clamored eagerly.
The merchant ship, following the navigator's instructions, entered the harbor and docked at the pier.
As soon as they left the pier, they were stopped by the patrol.
It turned out that the wealth Timason and the others had plundered had been converted into money.
Except for the armor and spears they carried on their backs, the patrol believed that the dozens of them carrying weapons were very dangerous, especially with the triumphal parade about to take place.
Even with Agasia vouching for them as a senator of the senate, they were still required to deposit their weapons, otherwise they would not be allowed to enter the League's territory.
Helplessly, the crowd returned their weapons to the merchant ship.
Faced with the mercenaries' complaints, Agasia had to explain, "The League currently has few citizens, while too many free men and foreigners are pouring into the League, often causing fights and disturbances.
This strict requirement is for the safety of the League!"
Some of the mercenaries' complaints did not diminish, but leaders such as Timason, Krianos, and Zantipariss remained silent: Agasia had repeatedly reminded them on the way, "When you arrive in the League, you must abide by the regulations, do not cause trouble, because the League's laws are very strict!"
Most of the dozens of people following Agasia were mercenary leaders and officers, who were relatively disciplined.
They had previously dismissed Agasia's words, but at this moment, the cold water poured on their excitement made them realize that even Agasia's guarantee as a senator of the senate was useless, and the seriousness with which people here carried out their duties was evident.
But in fact, they forgot their identity as mercenaries.
For a long time, even if they were recruited in other city-states, they would not be allowed to enter the city.
The harbor had indeed changed a lot, not only expanding in area, adding more docks, and more houses, but also building city walls, with soldiers standing guard and patrolling.
Agasia's party had to pass through the checkpoint under the city walls to enter the League's territory.
The sentries at the checkpoint carefully questioned them and registered them before allowing them to pass.
Timason frowned and said, "Agasia, your requirements here are strict.
It's better for us following you, but the other brothers who arrive later may have some trouble!"
"It doesn't matter, I will come here every day to pick them up," Agasia said bluntly, having thought of this problem.
Three thousand people was not a small number, and everyone expressed their willingness to come with Agasia to welcome their other companions.
The market of Thurii was located on this side of the city wall, and it had also expanded a lot.
Some buildings had also been added next to the market: weapon shops, cloth shops, vehicle repair shops, rigging manufacturing workshops, gold and silver workshops, pack animal rental shops, bakeries, hotels, restaurants… but the market, which should have been extremely noisy, seemed somewhat deserted at the moment.
Agasia and his party bypassed the market and came to the side of the avenue, where dozens of coachmen surrounded them: "Are you going to watch the triumphal parade?
It's about to start, take a carriage and you can still make it!…" the coachmen persuaded them.
Four obols per person was considered cheap, and although the market was only a few miles away from Thurii, the mercenaries were willing to experience the feeling of riding in a carriage.
Galloping on the flat avenue, the carriage was both fast and stable.
While they were still reveling in the thrill of this speed, a huge roar came from ahead.
In front of the city of Thurii, there was a sea of people, with cheers like thunder, and only one voice echoed across the land: "They're here!!! They're here!!!…"
From the west side of the city of Thurii, facing the gentle morning sun, a golden dragon was advancing towards them…
The coachmen stopped driving, as there were too many people to squeeze close, but standing on the carriage, they could still see the scene in the crowd:
The flag-bearer at the forefront of the procession was the bravest and most outstanding soldier in this expedition.
Lizalu hadn't expected to receive this honor, so much so that even now, his usually stern face was smiling so wide he couldn't close his mouth.
As he approached the crowd, he straightened his chest again, raising the legion banner high, and the cheers, exclamations, and praises gathered together, rushing towards him like a divine medicine, instantly filling his entire body with strength…
Timason narrowed his eyes, seeing clearly that the top of the towering banner in the air was a solemn and majestic bronze statue of Hades wielding a bident, which reminded him of the rumors that "Davos is favored by the god Hades."
Watching the banner embroidered with the four golden characters "First Legion" and four golden five-pointed stars, and listening to Agasia telling its origins beside him, Timason and the others couldn't help but be somewhat lost in thought.
Following closely behind the legion flag-bearer was another military flag.
Under the statue of a grim reaper with outstretched wings, the banner was embroidered with the eight golden characters "Second Battalion, First Company."
Originally, the Fourth Battalion should have had the greatest merit in this battle, but considering the public's perception, Davos gave the honor of being the first team to enter the city to the First Company of the Second Battalion, after all, they had also worked hard, and no one had any objection based on their merits in guarding the Crati River fortress.
As compensation, Davos gave the honor of legion flag-bearer to a Lucanian.
The soldiers marched with strong steps, holding their heads high and chests out, entering the crowd and enjoying the cheers of the people…
The mercenaries watched them intently.
The layman watches the excitement, the expert watches the details.
Zantipariss said to Agasia, "Your soldiers are not bad, their morale and momentum are good!"
"But they are still a bit worse than us!" Krianos retorted unconvinced.
Agasia didn't say anything, just smiled.
At this moment, Tolmid exclaimed: "Look at these soldiers, they shouldn't be Greeks!"
Agasia stared intently: the military flag held high by the second team entering the crowd was embroidered with "First Legion, Fourth Battalion."
When did the League have a Fourth Battalion?
With this question in mind, Agasia looked at the faces of the soldiers behind him, and at the same time, he thought that they had captured the Lucanian city of Nuceria, and he somewhat understood why Davos had done this: "Those are Lucanians, since they can become legion soldiers, they are probably already League citizens."
"Can foreigners also become citizens of your League?!" Xanthippus exclaimed in surprise.
Agasia didn't know the specifics and answered vaguely, "...Of course, there are some special reasons for this, but our League is indeed more open and tolerant than other Greek city-states. It's quite common for foreigners to become citizens of the League. For example, you all know that Persian merchant who used to follow Davos's camp. Now, he's not only a citizen of the League but also a senator in the Senate, serving as a high-ranking public official, a commercial officer."
"Wow! ..." Amidst the exclamations of surprise, someone said half-jokingly and half-seriously, "Since even a Persian can become a senator in the Senate, shouldn't we, who have shared life and death with you as comrades for so long, be even more qualified to become senators in the Senate?!"
"Yes! Yes! ..." Some people echoed.
To attract Timason and his men to Greater Greece, Agasia had said some unrealistic things. Now, he didn't know what to say. However, the driver, Sorikos, couldn't stand it anymore and interjected, "Don't spout nonsense, you foreigners! Becoming a senator in our League's Senate isn't that easy! According to the 'Daonian League Public Office Law,' a citizen must first serve in a low-level public office for at least six years, demonstrating excellent performance, before being promoted to a mid-level public office. After another four to five years, with excellent performance, they might be able to enter the Senate. But first, they must pay taxes on time every year, actively participate in military campaigns, and have no records of violating laws or regulations... Tell me, is it easy to become a senator in the Senate! As for the current senators, they have all contributed to the establishment of the League. Take the Persian Mariji you mentioned, the prosperity of Thurii's port and market today is entirely due to his efforts! And the newly joined senators, the Lucanians Vespas and Bagulus, I heard that it was because of them that Nium was pacified so quickly! You foreigners open your mouths and demand to be senators in the Senate, but what have you done for the League?!"
The mercenaries were momentarily speechless.
"So, if you want to stay and develop in the League, be more realistic and become citizens of the League first," Sorikos advised, both proudly and earnestly.
"Old geezer, aren't you annoying with all your nonsense!" The mercenary Thorax and some young officers rebuked loudly in exasperation, but Timason and the others quickly stopped them. However, they had already angered the drivers, who immediately shouted for the mercenaries to get off the carriages. Some mercenaries insisted on not getting off, and the two sides began to argue. Agasia tried to mediate, and Sorikos also persuaded his companions. With the assistance of Timason and Xanthippus, the two sides reached a compromise, narrowly avoiding the intervention of the patrol Team maintaining order outside the city.
Sorikos and the drivers took their fares and drove the carriages away from the mercenaries.
Sorikos looked at the strong backs of the mercenaries and said to the others with concern, "If these people stay in Thurii for too long, I'm afraid they'll give the patrol Team a headache."
At that moment,
Timason was quietly asking Agasia, "Is it really that difficult to become a senator in the Daonian League's Senate?"
Agasia nodded silently.
"If we had known you would have such a status today, we should have followed you from Byzantium!" Xanthippus sighed regretfully, then said, "It's all arranged by the goddess of fate, there's nothing we can do. Let's take it easy! We don't necessarily have to become senators in the Senate. Becoming citizens and having land is already very good!"
"Then we might as well be free and unrestrained in Asia Minor. There's no need to run to this remote place and be subjected to this and that restriction, don't you think, Agasia!" Crianor said indignantly.
Agasia was embarrassed and didn't know how to respond. The group watched the parade, each with their own thoughts.
The Fourth Brigade's formation and marching weren't very neat, but their tall stature and strong physique were quite eye-catching. These Lucanians from the mountains were receiving cheers and praise under the spotlight for the first time, completely forgetting their usual inferiority and restraint as foreigners, and were all extremely excited. Some even waved to the onlookers.
After the thousand-man Fourth Brigade passed, it was followed by more than a dozen pack carts, loaded with gold and silver utensils, gold and silver statues, jewelry, gold and silver coins...etc., seized by the troops from Nium and divided from Laos... A full dozen carts, glittering and dazzling.
The people were even more amazed. If it weren't for the imposing soldiers guarding the carts, some people might have been tempted to grab a handful.
War not only brings death but also brings wealth! Davos used this most direct method to show it to the Senate and the people of the League.
"Will your spoils of war be handed over to the League?" Timason asked curiously.
Agasia replied, "A small portion should be distributed to the soldiers who participated in the battle, and the majority will be handed over to the national treasury. Private hoarding is not allowed."
"Without spoils of war to be gained, there's no passion for battle, who would be willing to fight to the death!" Crianor said dissatisfied.
Agasia thought for a moment and said sternly, "They are citizens of the League. It is their responsibility to join the army, fight, and defend their territory. Besides, these spoils of war, after being handed over, will ultimately be used on them, for the compensation of fallen soldiers, the care of disabled soldiers, and the maintenance and replacement of weapons and equipment, etc. Did we have these benefits when we were mercenaries before?! Think of those brothers who died on the battlefield and whose bones couldn't even return home!!" Agasia's words carried some anger, obviously somewhat dissatisfied with these former comrades' frequent fault-finding.
Crianor snorted and stopped talking.
Timason, Xanthippus, and the others were greatly moved.
At this moment, Tormid exclaimed again, "Look, who is that?!"
After the pack carts, five carriages appeared. The first was a carriage pulled by two pure white horses (the original plan was a four-horse carriage, but Thurii was in ruins and there weren't enough horses, so it was changed to two horses). A person stood tall on the beautifully carved carriage, wearing bright armor. Except for not wearing a helmet, this was to allow the people to see his face clearly. However, his expression was somewhat serious, obviously still not quite accustomed to such a lively occasion.
"Phellius! That's Phellius!" the mercenaries exclaimed.
The people were also shouting his name, creating a wave of cheers: "Phellius! Hero of the League! You defeated the Lucanians! ..."
Surrounded by layers of people, Phellius certainly couldn't see his former comrades who were separated outside. Facing the people's heartfelt gratitude, he finally squeezed out a few smiles and waved his arms around.
The mercenaries didn't recognize the person in the second carriage pulled by multicolored horses. After Agasia's introduction, they learned that it was Drakos, the commander of the Second Battalion of the First Legion of the League, who was originally a mercenary and participated in all the battles after Davos arrived in Greater Greece, before obtaining his current position.
The person in the third carriage made the mercenaries exclaim again: "Hieronimus!!"
Hieronimus, who had been squeezed out of the leadership position by Xenophon, had been secretly ridiculed by many people, and even more people felt disdain for his behavior of following Davos in Byzantium, thinking that he was giving up on himself, abandoning his dignity, to follow a young man whose experience and qualifications were inferior to his. Now, this man they looked down on was standing tall in the carriage. Although his expression was as serious as a wood carving, the people's cheers hadn't diminished at all, indicating that he was already a pivotal figure in the League. The mercenaries' hearts were filled with mixed feelings...
They didn't recognize the person in the carriage behind them either, but judging from his appearance, he should be a Lucanian. He was Bagulus, the commander of the Fourth Brigade. As the only Lucanian riding in a carriage to participate in the triumphal procession, he was both proud and afraid, afraid that the people of the League would snub him because he was a foreigner. But the festive scene made him feel relieved: it was like this outside the city, so there was even less to worry about inside the city, where his father Vespas was, as well as Hemon, Kesima, Ulaza, and a large number of Lucanian reserve citizens from Nium who had come to Thurii to watch the ceremony. He was thinking: at this moment, his image in the carriage would definitely inspire the Lucanians of the League to serve this League more actively!
The person in the last carriage made the mercenaries exclaim again: "That's Epithenius!!"
Because Epithenius was approachable, he had good relationships with the leaders of other camps when he was on the expedition to Persia, and everyone knew him well. At this moment, he was smiling and waving to the surroundings, his movements were elegant and natural, which made some freewomen shout his name, trying to attract his attention, but what they didn't know was that this commander of the Seventh Brigade was more interested in men than women.
Looking at these former comrades in high spirits, the mercenaries' disappointment can be imagined. You should know that in Persia, Phellius was just an adjutant, Epithenius was just a team officer, and Hieronimus was a frustrated general. How could they compare to Timason, Xanthippus, and Crianor, who commanded thousands of soldiers and jointly discussed and decided the fate of the entire mercenary army... But now, the former small soldiers have prominent identities in the vast League, while the former power holders have been fighting in Asia Minor for a year, and in the end, they are still mercenaries despised by any city-state. This strong contrast after comparison made Timason, Crianor, and the others feel very uncomfortable.
When the legion's banner entered the North Gate, colorful petals were sprinkled from the sky, falling on the soldiers, adding a bit of romance to their heroic appearance...
The cheers inside the city were even more enthusiastic. Entering the city of Thurii from the North Gate, proceeding forward for two blocks, and then turning west, you could go straight to the square.
The streets and rooftops were filled with people, affectionately calling out the names of their loved ones. They enthusiastically interacted with the soldiers marching past, proudly introducing their husbands or fathers in the ranks to their neighbors, giving each soldier a sense of returning home in glory.
As Philius marched forward, he instinctively glanced towards his own residence. The rooftop was packed with people, and the young man shouting and jumping was none other than Melisanda! Amidst the clamor, he could faintly hear Melisanda's cries: "That's my father! That's my father! Father! Father! !..." And beside him, Delia was looking at him with a smile...
Philius smiled, a genuine smile from the heart...
The marching army turned west, where a massive arch built of white marble stood. This was the Triumphal Arch that Davos had spoken of: the archway was topped with a statue of the goddess of victory, and according to Davos's suggestion, the stone walls of the arch were to be carved with scenes of the battle to annihilate the Lucanian tribal coalition, the night raid on Amendolara, the surprise attack on the Crotonian army, and the clever capture of Nium, four battles that laid the foundation for the establishment of the Daonian city-state alliance, so that future generations would remember them. However, due to the urgency of time, a good sculptor had not yet been found, and the archway was temporarily blank.
After passing through the Triumphal Arch and heading west, the road gradually widened, and at the end of the road was the newly built square, which had been put into use without even having time to be named.
Lizham, holding the military flag high, quickened his pace, for he had already vaguely seen dozens of white figures on the platform of the square. According to prior instructions, he knew that it was the honorable Archon Davos and the senators of the Senate who were waiting for their arrival.
"They're here! They're here!" Hynipolis shouted excitedly.
"Quiet, son." Avinogeus held down the restless Hynipolis and said to Davos, "Lord, thank you for taking care of Hynipolis during this time!" After Hynipolis arrived in Thurii, Davos did not arrange for him to stay in a hotel, but instead had him stay in his own home.
"Hynipolis is very sensible! And he loves to learn! His teacher, Ansitano, likes him very much! And after he came, my house is much more lively!" Davos said with a smile.
In the past two days, Avinogeus had learned from Hynipolis about Davos's meticulous care for his son. He was not a person who would express gratitude verbally, but he secretly resolved to repay Davos's kindness if he had the opportunity in the future, so he changed the subject: "Lord, your warriors are here!"
"They are not only the warriors of the alliance, but also the warriors of our alliance, protecting the safety of the entire alliance!" Davos said with a smile.
Amicles, the chief general of Castron, nodded in agreement. As members of the Daonian League, the leaders of Castron and Laos were of course invited to attend the ceremony.
They all gladly participated.
At this moment, seeing the army marching towards them in an orderly manner like a long dragon in the distance, they did not feel that the Daonian League was flaunting its military power to them, because the Daonian League, as the leader of the alliance, would neither disregard the wishes of the allied states like Athens in the Delian League, desperately exploiting the allied states and demanding tribute; nor would it arbitrarily interfere in the internal affairs of the allied states like Sparta in the Peloponnesian League. As for sending troops to participate in the war, it was the obligation of an allied city-state, but rather a manifestation of equality. Therefore, the stronger the Daonian League, the safer they felt as allies.
Davos looked at the approaching procession and his mind was filled with thoughts: the reason why he did not let the victorious generals walk in the front like in the Roman Empire of his previous life, but instead let the soldiers take the lead: one was to cultivate the soldiers' sense of honor and highlight the alliance's concept of equality, which would greatly boost the morale of the troops; the second was to reduce the influence of the victorious generals on the people, so as to avoid some accidents in the long run, for this reason he also placed Philius in the most inconspicuous middle position of the team, while also allowing several captains to enjoy the honor of riding in carriages, also for this purpose. Even so, for the soldiers, this novel victory celebration ceremony, which had never been held in a Greek city-state, was a great honor.
The copper horns blared, the war drums rumbled, and the soldiers began to enter the square.
"Oh, I can't believe it! The one walking in the front is actually Lizal!"
"Which Lizal?"
"The famous hunter from the Bagule tribe!"
"Look! He's actually walking in the front, walking in front of the Greeks, the alliance really has no prejudice against us Lucanians!"
"Look! Look! Bagule! Bagule is actually sitting in a carriage! It's so enviable! !"
"When can I be like him? ! !"
... ...
In the crowd on one side of the square, Xima, Ulaza, and Hamon, who had come from Nium, shouted and jumped, dancing with excitement...
Bagule, of course, could not see them in the dense crowd. The coachman drove the carriage around the field for a week before taking him into the center of the square, and his majestic figure stirred up a huge wave in the hearts of the Lucanian youth like a boulder: a warrior should enjoy such glory like him!
When the sound of drums and horns stopped, the square was silent, and the soldiers looked up at the alliance Archon standing on the platform in front.
Davos stepped forward and said loudly, "Warriors of the League, in these twenty-odd long days, you have left your families, rushed to unfamiliar mountainous areas, fought tenaciously with ferocious enemies, seized Niu Tumu, and at the same time assisted the allied state of Laos in restoring order, solving the problem of incursions from enemies in the mountains that Turii has suffered for many years. The people thank you! The Senate thanks you! The League thanks you! I and the Senate extend our most sacred gratitude for your efforts and sacrifices! !" As he spoke, he took the lead and solemnly bowed to the soldiers in front of him with the senators behind him.
The square was instantly silent.
"Victory!"
"Victory! !"
"Victory! ! !"
… …
The soldiers cheered excitedly.
"It is precisely because of your efforts that the Daonian League has been formally established! After deliberation by the Senate, it has been decided that today, the day of the triumphal ceremony, will become a festival for the entire League to celebrate the birth of the League! And your military flag will also become the banner of the League, flying over the square!"
"Long live the League! Long live the League! ! Long live the League! ! ! … …"
Listening to the cheers of the soldiers and the people, Davos believed that National Day and the national flag would surely unite these people from various city-states and ethnic groups in the Mediterranean under the League, and gradually and imperceptibly form a new race, adding heavy weights!
… … … … … … … … …
In the afternoon, Davos hosted a banquet at his residence in Turii to entertain Timason, Xantipparis, Krianos, and Tormides. Agasia, Feilisus, and Hieronimus also attended the banquet.
Eating novel and delicious food and drinking mellow wine, recalling the scenes of fighting together in the past, the atmosphere of the banquet was still warm.
At this time, Krianos hiccuped and asked, "Davos, look at your beautiful courtyard, and you are also the chief executive and the legion commander. It's really enviable... uh... when can we be like you?!"
The main topic is coming! Agasia immediately perked up.
Davos smiled and said seriously, "As long as you work hard to make your contributions to the League, becoming a citizen of the League, dividing the land, and obtaining a life like mine is not a problem at all! In fact, there are many people in the League who are richer than me..."
"Contribution? What kind of contribution?! I heard that it takes five long years just to become a formal citizen of your League, let alone becoming a senator of the Senate, which is even more difficult!" Krianos complained.
"That's right, the laws of the League stipulate this, and all foreigners and free people are executed according to this, without exception!" Davos said with a calm expression but a firm tone.
"But—" Krianos pretended to be drunk, pointed at Agasia, and said loudly: "Uh... Agasia didn't tell us that in Ephesus. He said, 'As long as we come to Greater Greece, we will soon become citizens and get land! Even become senators of the Senate!' It is because we listened to him that we came to such a distant place. Now you tell me that it will take five years to realize all this. Isn't this a deception?! And I heard that those Lucanian soldiers at the triumphal ceremony were still slaves half a year ago, and half a year later they were already formal citizens. Their leader has also become a senator of the Senate. Are we not even as good as the natives?! !"
The atmosphere in the living room suddenly solidified.
Agasia clenched his fists angrily. In order to attract Timason and the others to come, he did say some suggestive words, but he never exaggerated as much as Krianos said. He wanted to refute, but in this situation, it would undoubtedly make the scene even more rigid.
Agasia hesitated, Feilisus also wanted to speak but stopped, and Hieronimus frowned and looked at Davos. On the other side, Timason, Xantipparis, and Tormides seemed not to have heard, and continued to eat, but secretly pricked up their ears…
Davos still looked the same, gave Agasia a comforting look, and said unhurriedly: "Krianos, don't worry, sit down and listen to me..."
Krianos vented his anger, but it was like hitting a wet cotton cloth, and it didn't seem to have any effect…
He sat down dejectedly.
"To be honest, why do some people take five years and some people only take half a year? The root cause lies in the benefits!" Davos looked at these mercenary leaders and said seriously: "Because the Lucanians can help the League pacify Niu Tumu, and even help the League conquer more Lucanian territories. Moreover, they have made many contributions to the League before. The avenue you came by car was built by them, the Crotone army was defeated with their assistance, and they also actively learn Greek, understand and abide by the laws of the League. For such a group of foreigners who are willing to integrate into the League and can bring huge benefits to the League, the Senate will of course grant them citizenship in advance, and the people have no objection, because they all know very well that the League gets much more than it pays!
Agasia is not wrong either. Although you don't have the advantage of the natives like the Lucanians, you are good at fighting, and there will be no shortage of wars in the League in the future. As long as you win repeatedly and let the Senate see your value, then becoming a citizen a few years in advance is not a problem!"
Agasia breathed a sigh of relief, grateful that Davos had fulfilled his previous promise.
Timason and the others listened attentively, but Cleanor said with dissatisfaction, "Davos, you are the lifelong Archon, and I heard that you also control the Senate. Isn't that like the... the one in Athens before... um... Pisistratus? Whatever law is needed, isn't it just a matter of your word? Why bother with so much trouble? Just let us become citizens directly!"
"Cleanor, you're going too far!" Felicius couldn't help but reprimand him loudly.
Davos waved his hand, indicating it was okay, and continued patiently, "You're trying to say I'm a tyrant, right?"
Cleanor also realized that his words had been too extreme. After all, Davos was no longer the Davos he could discuss matters with on equal footing. Therefore, he lowered his head and didn't dare to respond.
"I won't say anything else, I'll just tell you a fact. The mercenaries I brought only number a little over a thousand in the League, while the League's formal soldiers now number more than five thousand, plus more than twenty thousand probationary citizens, most of whom are Magna Graecians. We, as foreigners, still occupy half of the senators in the Senate. Won't the locals have any objections? I think they definitely will. So why hasn't anyone risen up to oppose us?" Davos paused here, giving everyone time to think, and then said, "Because we have tried our best to be fair and just, treating the Amendolaraeans, Thurians, Lucanians, foreigners, and freedmen strictly according to the League's laws. If I propose a bill today to grant you citizenship, tomorrow more than twenty thousand probationary citizens will cause trouble in the assembly hall, and the Senate will launch an impeachment against me. Can we, these thousand or so outsiders, plus you, defeat these tens of thousands of League citizens? Even if we win, can this League still exist? So as a friend, I can provide you with as much help as possible! But as a ruler of the League, I cannot act out of personal feelings, and I hope you can understand!" Davos's earnest words plunged the living room into silence.
At this moment, Hieronimus said with apology, "Lord Davos, having been in Thurii for so long, I have never considered this aspect of the problem. I'm really sorry that you have been worrying about maintaining our position!"
"I haven't considered this aspect either. I always felt that enjoying this kind of life was something we deserved!" Felicius said with emotion.
"That's how it should be. Don't think too much, just live naturally. Farm when you need to farm, fight when you need to fight. You have never added any trouble to me, but instead, you have always supported me and helped me maintain the current situation. I'd like to propose a toast to you!" After speaking, Davos raised his glass and drank with Felicius, Agasia, and Hieronimus.
Timason and Xantiparis looked at each other and nodded. Timason said, "Davos, I want to know what arrangements and suggestions you have after our three thousand brothers arrive."
Davos thought for a moment and said, "I suggest that after they arrive, they first go to the household registration office in Thurii to apply, stating that they 'are willing to become League citizens.'... Then find a place to settle down. They can go to the hotel district in Amendolara, where the rent is cheaper. They can also help citizens rent land to cultivate, which will save them the rent, and they can live directly in other people's homes. Of course, they can also find former acquaintances and live in their homes. Capys, Antonios... most of the soldiers in the First Battalion are mercenaries from the Persian Expedition. I think you should all be very familiar with them. They will be back from Nuceria soon, and then have Felicius arrange for one or two families to live in each home, wouldn't that solve the housing problem?...
Then find a job. The docks and markets are very prosperous now, and there is a great need for laborers. Moreover, the avenue from Thurii to Nuceria is about to be built, and it also needs a lot of labor, so there is no need to worry about not finding a job. After finding a job, work hard, not only to earn money, but also to show the investigators from the household registration office that you are diligent, not idle people, so that you will become formal citizens smoothly in the future. In addition, on training days, Felicius will arrange for you to participate in military training. The League's combat methods are relatively complex, and you need to be familiar with them to avoid accidents during future battles due to poor coordination. It is estimated that by next year, the League may launch a war against the Lucanian region. As long as you perform well in the battle, I think shortening the period to become a League citizen is not a problem at all!..."
Davos had obviously given it careful consideration, and his suggestions made Timason and the others feel that they made sense.
At this time, Xantiparis expressed his concerns: "I heard that during the probationary period, if there are any illegal activities, it will be difficult to become a citizen. Davos, you know that we mercenaries fight outside, without anyone to control us, and we are used to freedom. It is inevitable that we will violate the laws of the League. When that happens—"
"I understand!" Davos nodded solemnly and said reassuringly, "As long as it's a first offense, it's not a big problem. But I hope you can remind every companion who comes to the League in time and control them well. Also... um, I have a suggestion. I know that each of you brings armor, shields, and spears when you come to Magna Graecia. I hope you can temporarily hand over your shields, spears, and military knives to Felicius and let him put them in the armory for safekeeping. After a period of time, when you have adapted to life here, let Felicius return the weapons to you."
As soon as Davos finished speaking, Timason was about to speak, but Davos immediately said, "Don't worry, the League will not embezzle your weapons! The armory is full of countless weapons and equipment seized from Crotonian soldiers and Nucerian warriors. The main thing is that I'm worried that after your people come here, conflicts with other people are inevitable. But if weapons are used, people are injured, or even killed, then everything will be difficult to handle! Of course, this is just my suggestion, you can go back and consider it carefully..."
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After seeing off the guests, Davos went upstairs.
Christoia was standing by the window, gazing into the distance. Hearing footsteps, she asked softly, "How did the banquet go tonight?"
Davos sat down on the bed with a long sigh: "It's only been half a year, but they are still them, and we are no longer who we used to be. What do you think will happen?"
Christoia frowned slightly and slowly walked to Davos's side and sat down: "Did they make some excessive demands?!"
Davos nodded: "They demanded to become League citizens immediately, and even wanted to become senators in the Senate!"
"Who brought it up?" Christoia pressed Davos's lips with her slender fingers and said playfully, "Don't tell me, let me guess... um, it's Cleanor, right?"
Davos smiled: "Among these people, Xantiparis is humble, Tolmides is smooth, and Timason is proud. Only Cleanor is mean. He used to hate me and Xenophon. Who else could it be but him! But I think everyone has this idea."
"Who told you to be so outstanding? You've only been here for half a year and you've become like this..." Christoia stroked Davos's face with her white hands, gazing at him adoringly, and murmured, "Anyone who sees you will be mad with jealousy..."
"Does that include you among the mad people?" Davos pinched her hand and said with a smile.
"I love you, madly in love!" Christoia said affectionately, turned her head, and gave her husband a kiss.
The kiss ignited Davos's suppressed desire due to his wife's pregnancy. He decided to temporarily put this annoying matter behind him, carefully put his arm around Christoia's waist, gently stroked her slightly rounded abdomen, and said softly, "Let me see my son, are you happy today?"
"Who said it's a son? I haven't gone to the Temple of Hera to divine it yet!" Christoia glared at him coquettishly.
"If it's a daughter, being as beautiful as you is also good." As Davos spoke, his hand began to slowly move down, and his hot palm entered Christoia's sensitive area, causing her whole body to tremble slightly.
"I... I'm pregnant... no... can't... or else you... you go find Asuna..." Christoia said with a delicate gasp.
"Who said you can't do it when you're pregnant? As long as the fetus is stable. I'm Herpo's teacher, what I say goes..." Davos whispered behind her, the heat from his mouth sprayed onto Christoia's slender, white neck, and the strong breath filled Christoia's nose. Hearing his lewd words in her ear, Christoia felt hot all over. Her eyes were alluring, and she swept her eyes around. Finally, she couldn't help but gently rest her arms on the bed...
Davos immediately understood and took off her clothes for her. Perhaps it was because of the pregnancy, but Christoia's body was obviously more plump than before...
Davos's breathing also became rapid, but he gently licked Christoia's smooth skin with extreme tenderness...
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"Did you all hear that?! Davos wants us to farm! To build roads! In the past ten years, I have done nothing but kill people! Build roads, my ass! He also wants us to hand over our weapons. Wouldn't we be at their mercy!..." On the way back to the inn, Cleanor vented his dissatisfaction loudly.
"What Davos said makes sense. It's not easy to govern such a large League, especially since they are also outsiders. Of course, they have to be cautious in doing things and can't exercise privileges specifically for us..." Xantiparis comforted him.
"They are weak and isolated. Isn't it good for us to come and help them?!" Cleanor retorted. After taking a few steps, he probably felt that he was being a bit unreasonable and sighed, "I just... I just can't understand why they can have these things, while we still have nothing?!"
As soon as these words were spoken, everyone felt a little depressed.
"This is the arrangement of the Goddess of Fate! Who told us not to follow Davos in the first place!" Tolmides sighed and said, "Davos is indeed favored by the gods. He has created such a great career in just half a year. It's not too late for us to follow him now!"
Listening to Tolmides' words, Zantiparis, who was already old, looked up at the silent starry sky, and a sense of sadness surged into his heart: "I don't know how you feel? I am old and tired of wandering around and fighting constantly, living a life where I fear there will be no tomorrow after today. It's good to settle down here…"
After these words were spoken, everyone fell silent.
"Alright, everyone, don't think about the future yet. First, think about how to smoothly receive the other companions in the coming time and prevent them from causing trouble, otherwise we will be in trouble!" Timason worriedly reminded everyone.
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Timason's worries were confirmed the next morning.
Before Timason and the others had even reached the port, they learned that a dozen outsiders were snatching things in the market and had clashed with the managers who came to stop them, injuring people. It wasn't until the entire market patrol team arrived (a full fifty people, one detachment) that they were arrested. Timason rushed to take a look and, sure enough, they were their mercenaries. In the end, Agasia was invited, and after paying compensation and making guarantees, the offending mercenaries were also sentenced to a month of labor. Only then was the matter settled.
In order to prevent such things from happening again, Timason and the others simply rented a house at the port and lay in wait.
Even so, the number of conflicts and disputes occurring every day began to increase, most of which were related to these mercenaries who had come. Some elders even proposed at the meeting to expel these mercenaries from the alliance and restore peace to the alliance. In the end, the proposal was aborted due to the opposition of Agasia, Antonios, Kapus, and others, but it also made Davos feel a little pressure.
Time passed quickly. At the end of November, Enani Lus's shipyard was completed. Davos and other elders attended to congratulate and placed an order with the shipyard: three trireme warships.
Establishing a Daonian fleet as soon as possible has been put on the agenda by the Senate to protect the alliance's increasingly prosperous ports and maritime trade. At the same time, it is also necessary to change the embarrassing fact that the Daonian League does not have a fleet, and is even inferior to its two allied states.
At the beginning of December, the Thurii Senate Assembly Hall was completed, finally ending the tragic history of the elders having to run to Amendolara for important meetings, which was neither confidential nor energy-saving, and only benefited the coachmen for nothing.
At the same time, the Thurii-Castron highway was fully completed except for the bridge over the Crati River, which was still under construction.
And the Thurii arena is also nearing completion.
As good news spread from various construction sites, a small cargo ship with a large "∧" symbol embroidered on its sail entered the Gulf of Taranto in Magna Graecia. Ships coming and going actively avoided it, giving it way.
Phibidas, this Spartan general who had just passed his thirtieth year, took it for granted. He instructed the helmsman: head straight for the port of Thurii without making any detours.
In the western Mediterranean, Sparta had the most dealings with Syracuse, so they had some understanding of Sicily. As for Magna Graecia, most Spartans had almost no understanding of it. Apart from seeing athletes from Magna Graecia city-states at the Olympic Games, there was no other contact. True Spartan citizens could not engage in commerce, and there was no trade with the Magna Graecia city-states… Therefore, after entering this sea area, Phibidas looked around with great interest.
After gazing at the port of Thurii for a while, he said to his attendant, Dorobis: "There are really a lot of merchant ships here. I think it's about the same as Corinth."
Dorobis was a Perioeci. The Perioeci were also Lacedaemonians, but they were not Spartan citizens. Most of them lived on the borders of Laconia, had personal freedom, and had the right to handle local affairs, but they had no political rights in the Spartan city-state. In the past, they mainly engaged in commerce that Spartan citizens could not engage in. Now, because of the long-term war, the number of Spartan citizens has decreased, and these Perioeci have also begun to join the army. Because of their different occupations in the past, Dorobis's personality has an activity that Spartans rarely have. He looked at the ships coming and going at the mouth of the Crati River and deliberately asked: "Corinth's port trade is now depressed, but it is not as lively as here. Phibidas, you should ask me, 'How does it compare to Athens?'
At the mention of Athens, Phibidas' face darkened. Originally, after Athens was defeated, Lysander established the "Thirty Tyrants" in Athens, attempting to control the Athenian political situation. Although some Athenians rose up in resistance, if Sparta had fully supported this puppet council, the resisting Athenians would have been insignificant. However, King Pausanias and the elders led by Diopeithes were at odds with Lysander, not only stripping Lysander of his military command but also promoting the Council of Elders to negotiate peace with the Athenian democrats. Eventually, the Athenian democrats overthrew the Thirty Tyrants and established a new democratic regime. Moreover, Athens, having learned a painful lesson, implemented more flexible policies than before, trying to appease Sparta on the one hand while exhausting all means to restore post-war trade and agriculture... Only a few years have passed, and Athens' trade has begun to flourish again.
Phibidas snorted and said nothing more.
At this moment, a Daonian patrol ship approached.
Phibidas shouted loudly, "I am a Spartan envoy, and I want to see your League's Archon!"
The patrol ship dared not neglect him and immediately sailed back to Thurii.
Such a major diplomatic event as a visit from Sparta was naturally handled by the Senate. The more than 50 senators could not possibly stay in the council hall every day, because not every day had major events that required the Senate to convene a collective meeting. Moreover, many of the senators held public office, so Davos adopted a rotation system, with five senators on duty in the council hall for one day, and another five rotating the next day.
Just as the patrol ship hurriedly brought the news to the council hall, Davos had already received Aristilas' urgent report in his own courtyard.
A Spartan envoy is visiting! Davos frowned, immediately thinking that Sparta might be coming for Timason and the others.
Soon, the patrol ship returned to the estuary, signaling the Spartan warship to follow it.
Before coming, Phibidas did not understand Thurii. He did not even know that the city of Thurii and the port were not together, which was somewhat similar to Athens. However, there were no walls connecting the port and the city, so once a war broke out, the port would be easily occupied. Phibidas looked at everything before him from a military perspective.
"Athens doesn't have such a large river, and look at this terrain, it's very flat, the soil should be very fertile, Thurii's agriculture should be very good!" The attendant Dorobisthis observed from an economic perspective.
After sailing for a few miles, Phibidas saw the city towers on both banks of Thurii and the iron chains spanning the Crati River, suspended in mid-air. Phibidas knew that once an enemy fleet broke through the estuary and sailed up the river, this river-blocking iron chain would be lowered, blocking the warship's passage into the city.
The patrol ship finally entered the dock on the north bank.
Phibidas found that whether it was the dock, the trestle, or the houses on the shore, everything was clean and new. Only the outermost dock was charred beyond recognition, so Dorobisthis curiously asked the patrol ship captain.
"That was kept by our Archon, Lord Davos. Every place in the city, including the temples, has them. He wants every one of our citizens to see these ruins no matter where they go, to remind ourselves at all times that this city was burned down by invaders. We must remember this great shame and not let Thurii be humiliated again. Only victory can restore its former glory! Just a few days ago, we repaired a ruin because we obtained Niu Niu Tum!"
Looking at the captain's solemn and proud expression, Phibidas appeared indifferent on the surface, but his heart was touched.
At this moment, a team of guards walked over.
Phibidas observed their mental outlook and every move, and could see that this was a team of well-trained soldiers with strong discipline and certainly rich combat experience. To be honest, apart from Spartan citizens, he had never seen patrol teams in other city-states maintain such good formation and be ready for battle at any time within their own cities. He was indeed a little surprised.
The captain and the patrol captain, Olivos, handed over, and the patrol ship sailed away.
"Your soldiers must stay on the ship. Please come with me to the Senate Council Hall!" Olivos said sternly to Phibidas, "The League has regulations that foreign soldiers are not allowed to enter the city!"
"They are Spartan warriors! They can freely enter and exit any Greek city-state!" Phibidas said loudly and confidently. Although it was a bit of an exaggeration, Spartans did have this privilege in many Greek city-states in the Eastern Mediterranean, so many city-states were dissatisfied with this.
Olivos glanced at him and said nonchalantly, "I know who you are. I don't care what you do in other city-states, but as long as you step on the land of the Daonian City-State League, you must abide by our laws!"
Phibidas was extremely angry, but Patrol Captain Olivos did not give in at all, with a firm expression of "either you abide by the League's regulations, or you withdraw from the League's territory."
In the end, Dorobisthis compromised and allowed the Spartan warriors to change into civilian clothes before they were allowed to pass.
Phibidas entered the city of Thurii with a belly full of anger. Before coming, he had heard that Thurii had been burned down by the Crotonians a few months ago, but it was almost impossible to tell within the city: the streets were straight and wide, and new courtyards were spaced in an orderly manner, with flowers blooming everywhere on the roofs. Looking into the distance, one could also see two long, elevated aqueducts extending from two huge, wheel-like rotating devices on the riverbank to the centers of the east and west cities. Through towering water towers, river water was introduced into several pools where children were playing.
There were fountains and statues in the pools for people to draw water and rest. The water continued to flow through the drains in several directions below the pool, along the ditches beside the streets, past the houses of thousands of people, washing away garbage and dust, making the whole city clean and tidy, and with the nourishment of water, the whole city was full of vitality.
Generally speaking, the most impressive aspects of Greek city-state architecture are temples, arenas, theaters, and other large-scale structures. However, Phibidas and his entourage were already moved by the meticulous and thoughtful designs, as well as the clean and tidy cityscape of Thurii, even before seeing many of these grand constructions. Phibidas had been to Athens, a city renowned throughout the Mediterranean, but found it bustling, noisy, and dirty. Sparta, while tranquil, was undeniably rustic and simple, almost like a village. Only in Thurii did simplicity, generosity, elegance, tranquility, and cleanliness blend together, creating a city with immense charm.
Dorobisis couldn't help but ask, "Who is the designer of this city?"
"Heraclides, a disciple of Hippodamus!" Oliveros replied loudly, seeing their surprised expressions.
"Oh, Hippodamus!" Dorobisis exclaimed in astonishment. The name was not unfamiliar to the Spartans, as the Port of Piraeus was designed and built by him, creating immense wealth for Athens. The Spartans had spared no effort in trying to seize it.
Moving forward, they saw a massive white arch spanning the street. The Spartans had never seen such an archway design in any other city-state.
Dorobisis asked curiously, "What is the purpose of this archway?"
Captain Oliveros' expression turned solemn. He said in a deep voice, "This is a Triumphal Arch! Victorious generals and soldiers will march through this gate in formation, receiving the respect and cheers of the Archon, the Senate elders, and all the citizens of the alliance. A triumphal ceremony was held not long ago after the capture of Nioetum. The scene was truly... Alas, our First Battalion will have to wait until next time..."
Phibidas did not look at Oliveros' regretful expression. He and several Spartan warriors behind him gazed up at the massive Triumphal Arch, their eyes filled with shock and envy. As a warrior, what greater desire could there be than to be cheered by the citizens of one's own city-state after defeating the enemy! It would make them feel that the blood and sacrifice they had made were sacred and meaningful! However, in the Greek city-states, where the spirit of democracy prevailed, this was almost never done. Democrats believed that it would give the generals too much prestige, leading to dictatorship. And although Sparta was a nation built on military strength, the elderly elders would never allow the excessive glorification of victory, lest these young and bloodthirsty Spartan warriors would become uncontrollable. Lysander was the best example. Yet now, in a remote colony in the western Mediterranean, far from mainland Greece, a city-state was doing this, and would continue to do so... Phibidas' mood was unusually complex. He had not wanted to speak with the patrol captain before, but now he asked, "How often do you conduct military training?"
"Why do you ask that!" Captain Oliveros' expression was stern. He thought for a moment and said, "But there's no harm in telling you. Our alliance citizens train once every seven days during the busy farming season, and about every two or three days now that it's the off-season, with each training session lasting a whole day!"
Such frequent military training exceeded that of most Greek city-states. No wonder these soldiers looked well-trained. This was indeed a city-state that valued military strength! Phibidas sensed that achieving his purpose here might be difficult.
Passing through the wide and flat Victory Square (after the triumphal ceremony, this newly built square finally had its own name. Since the main function of this square was to gather troops before expeditions and to hold triumphal ceremonies after wars, the name "Victory" was truly fitting), Phibidas entered the grand Thurii Senate Hall.
This Senate Hall was very large, probably capable of accommodating thousands of people. Therefore, the dozens of senators sitting in the front row seemed very inconspicuous. Seeing Phibidas enter, all the senators stood up, applauded to welcome him, and bowed respectfully to show their respect for Sparta, which finally brought a sense of satisfaction to Phibidas.
A young man at the head said, "Welcome, envoy from Sparta! What brings you to our Daonian League?"
This must be the young Archon of the Daonian League, the military genius mentioned by Chrisopus. Perhaps that Triumphal Arch was also his creation.
Phibidas scrutinized him with sharp, aggressive eyes.
Davos met his gaze without flinching, returning a deep look as if to see through his intentions.
In Davos' eyes: This Spartan wore a bright scarlet cloak, sported long hair not commonly seen among Greeks, and his rugged face bore not only scars but also an arrogance that scorned everything.
Davos, who already had a deep understanding of this era, now felt that the envoy's image was the normal form of a Spartan facing outsiders, while Chrisopus was an exception.
The two faced each other, staring coldly, and the atmosphere suddenly became tense.
Cunogolata coughed twice, trying to break the frozen atmosphere.
Phibidas spoke, saying directly, "I have come on behalf of Sparta to accuse the Daonian League!"
As soon as he said this, the senators erupted in an uproar.
"Our Sparta, in order to protect the Greek city-states in Asia Minor, and also to protect the interests of the entire Greece, has sent troops across the Aegean Sea to fight against the Persians. However, at a critical moment, some soldiers of our troops, tempted by you, deserted the battlefield of Asia Minor, causing setbacks in the war against the Persians, and even Governor Thiburron was exiled by the Council of Elders! Therefore, the Council of Elders has sent me to question your act of betrayal!"
Is it that serious?! The senators looked at each other, slightly nervous.
"I don't quite understand," Cunogolata asked doubtfully. "You say we tempted your soldiers. The Daonian League is thousands of miles away from Asia Minor. We rarely have any contact with your Sparta. How could we possibly tempt your soldiers to desert?!"
"That's right! As a newly established league, we not only have no contact with Sparta, we don't even know where Asia Minor is!" Plessinas said exaggeratedly.
Phibidas seemed not to hear, only looking at Davos and sneering, "Those soldiers were mercenaries who participated in the Persian expedition! They and your Archon and some of you fought together in Persia for more than a year and have a deep relationship. Our officers in Asia Minor have personally seen foreigners frequently entering the camps of these mercenaries..."
Agasia saw Antonios, Capus, and the others secretly cast inquiring glances at him. He shook his head gently.
"Are you sure these foreigners are citizens of our league?!" Antonios asked.
"What I can be sure of is that the passenger ships carrying these deserters all sailed to Greater Greece!" Phibidas said decisively, "Therefore, the Spartan Council of Elders has decided that 'the Daonian League must hand over all the mercenaries who have fled here, and—'" He raised his voice: "As punishment for the Daonian League's sabotage of Sparta's war against Persia, your Archon is required to lead five thousand soldiers to Asia Minor to join our Spartan forces and participate in the battle against the Persians!'"
"What?!!" The senators clamored in shock: "What kind of logic is this!! We, the Daonian League, have no diplomatic relations with Sparta. What right do you Spartans have to issue orders to us?!!"
"By virtue of you being Greeks, yet sabotaging Sparta's sacred war against Persia on behalf of the Greeks! By virtue of our Sparta being the hegemon of all Greece!!" Phibidas said proudly.
Davos laughed loudly.
Hearing the strong contempt in his laughter, the agitated senators immediately calmed down.
Melsis even chimed in and asked, "Lord Davos, what are you laughing at?"
"I laugh at the Spartans for being so shameless!" Davos glanced at Phibidas with disdain: "Isn't it Sparta who colluded with Persia, the enemy of the Greeks, and slaughtered their own compatriots to defeat Athens?! Why is Sparta now fighting with Persia, who was once an ally?!".
"Why is that?" Melsis quickly interjected.
"I heard that Sparta, in order to get the Persians to fund its defeat of Athens, once signed an agreement with Persia, agreeing to abandon the protection of the city-states in Asia Minor and let Persia govern them. After the war was won, Sparta went back on its word, so the war between Sparta and Persia happened..." Davos looked at the somewhat unnatural Phibidas and said unceremoniously, "Such a traitor who betrays the interests of the Greek city-states and repeatedly violates promises actually says that he represents all of Greece and is waging a sacred war against Persia! Can you say I can't laugh?!".
"Yes, it's too ridiculous! It's a disgrace to the Greeks that such a shameless city-state exists!" The senators, led by Antonios and Amintas, deliberately laughed loudly.
Phibidas' face turned red, and he roared, "You dare to insult Sparta, are you not afraid of the wrath of the Spartans?!".
The laughter continued unabated.
Amintas said excitedly, "Wrath? Are you talking about war? That's great, I'm waiting for the next triumphal ceremony!".
"Lord Davos, the next battle should be given to the First Battalion, the soldiers are getting restless!" Even Capus, who usually didn't say much at meetings, joined in, obviously angered by the unreasonable tyranny of the Spartans.
"Yes, the First Battalion has always followed you, Lord Davos, but they haven't participated in a triumphal ceremony yet, and the soldiers have some opinions," Antonios added.
Phibidas was dumbfounded. His anger had been cleverly transformed into a request for battle by these Daonians.
"Is the Daonian League preparing to go to war with Sparta?!" he shouted sharply.