Me, Hydra

Looking at the silent, short-haired girl, Hydra shrugged her shoulders.

"Can't answer that, can you? Without a solid legacy, it's like a tree without a vein to supply nourishment; a tree without a vein is just a blade of grass. And the grass may at first beat out and press down on the ground, but over time. The tree will eventually thrive. And at that point, grass, too, will just be grass."

Looking at the girl who seemed to be in deep thought, Hydra's nodded darkly.

"Nomads and farming civilizations each have their own growths, but in the long run, nomads will only be a people, not a civilization."

At the words, the young girl nodded slightly thoughtfully.

Taking a sigh of relief, Hydra continued.

There is one more thing that you may not have noticed. All creatures within a fifty-meter radius of the Great Library of Sparta can't help but discard distractions."

"Why is that?"

Attila looked at Hydra, who was beside her, and Hydra didn't hold back.

"This is what I told you about the power of spectacle. Different wonders create different powers. As soon as one enters the Great Library of Sparta people will discard all distractions and begin to devote themselves to academia. And it is because of the power of spectacle, do you see? The scholars around here."

As she spoke, Hydra pointed to the door in front of her.

Groups of scholars were constantly coming in and out, and the sight of attentive-looking scholars could be seen everywhere in the library's vast interior. There must have been at least a few thousand of them, but it was quieted down to the point of being noisy. In fact, if it wasn't for the occasional whispered discussion that would occur here, closing one's eyes and using one's ears alone wouldn't be able to feel the presence of people at all....

"This is a haven for academics and a mecca for scholars. No matter what the problem is, the answer to it can always be found here."

Not only the girl but even Attila was a little surprised by this scene, slightly shrinking her pupils as if they had never been stretched, mindlessly approaching the library in front of you, layer after layer of bookshelves seemingly flooding the crowd like an ocean.

"Oh? Is it a raw face?" The bearded Socrates came to the young girl Attilo.

"Is there something wrong, perhaps I can answer it for you."

Swallowing, Attilo spoke subconsciously.

"How shall I be as full of wisdom as you are?"

Hearing Attilo's words, Socrates was subconsciously startled, and a smile once again rose on his face in response.

"It's simple, just read more books. In the sea of knowledge, all beings are equal."

........

Some readers have already started telling me about the storytelling problems, so I don't think I'll be adding any more myths about Persia, Egypt, or India. The mythologies that have already appeared are Norse (now Azeroth), Christian, Cthulhu, Greek, and Eastern (not counting Attila). I feel that I would not be able to control my pen if I were to add them, so the next map will be fixed.

Volume 1: Text-148 - Gladiatorial Arena

Walking out of the library, the face of the young girl Atilo had been filled with dullness.

For the nomads, even books were precious treasures, for no other reason than that, most of the knowledge of the nomads was passed down orally without clear records even most of the nomads regarded books as scrap, and the tribe of Attila who was expelled from the East knew the importance of knowledge, such a huge library, even the JI Academy in the East was far inferior, right....

With a glance at the two beside her, Hydra shrugged her shoulders.

"You can come whenever you want if it's a library, but the wonders that Sparta has are more than just libraries~"

As she said that, Hydra's face rose with pride.

No matter what, Spartan had been built little by little under his own hands, and Spartan's success had proved Hydra's direction right from the side. This feeling of pride with the Spartan was something that Hydra enjoyed.

While Hydra was enjoying it, Attila, who was on the side, suddenly said, "Is that great shrine you live in also a wonder?"

As she spoke, Attila pointed to the Great Shrine, located at the high point in the center of the city, which looked strangely sacred in the sunlight.

Exercising words, Hydra spoke calmly.

"Of course, the Great Shrine is one of the greatest wonders of Sparta, and one is affected by it as soon as one enters the city-state of Sparta. The Great Shrine isn't as tranquil as a library, it's much more life-giving, and haven't you noticed that the average life expectancy of a Spartan draws a lot more than that of the people outside? Remember the librarian? He's over three hundred years old. And one of the old men who witnessed the rise of Sparta."

"More than three hundred years old...?..."

Upon hearing Hydra's words, Attila narrowed her eyes.

And upon hearing Attila's words to herself, Hydra shook her head.

"Not everyone is capable of such longevity. The Great Shrine can instill faith in those who have made it to the top. Socrates was able to live so long because he was one of the wisest of the great sages of Sparta, and you know that his disciple Aristotle was also over two hundred years old~"

Upon hearing that, Attila nodded.

"I see, it would be terrifying if the lifespan of whoever it is could reach over three hundred years..."

Shaking her head, Attila looked at the translucent Hydra beside her.

"Where are the other wonders you speak of? Let's go."

Nodding and taking the two young girls with her, Hydra arrived at a huge circular arena.

Mori's forested pillars were carved with all sorts of opposite beasts as well as heroic epics. The relief carvings were so lifelike in the hands of skilled craftsmen that you could feel the tension even just looking at them. In order to commemorate this war, the carving was not done by the best craftsmen, but by Hephaestus, the god of craftsmanship.

The blood stained yellow sands, the vultures flying in the air, and the Centaur and Spartan beast legions charging like flesh chariots all unfolded in front of everyone like a painting. The adrenaline-pumping sense of crisis was even more like a branding iron imprinted on the hearts of the crowd.

"Feel that, right?" Hydra looked at the two girls in front of her with small interest.

"This is the Great Gladiatorial Arena of Sparta, there are classes among the inhabitants of Sparta, and the way to advance is to obtain rank here in addition to merit. This is not only a place for promotion, but also a place for grinding." , while saying so, Hydra entered the large gladiatorial arena in front of her. Relying on the privilege, Hydra and the others were easily given a VIP seat at the front.

Also in the sand arena was a familiar face to the crowd, Quintus.

Now that Quintus had been limited in power, he relied on the two chain blades in his hands to fight the lions.

Although there was no divine power but Quintus's superior skills were still placed there.

Strangling the throat of the last fierce lion with an iron chain, the taut muscles were like the heart of a bull.

Soon, the lion died from lack of oxygen.

"Limiting power to the same level and fighting purely with skill, this is the perfect sanctuary for a warrior to hone his martial skills. Moreover, this is also a gambler's paradise~"

As Quintus was well enough known, the wager on Quintus was not about winning or losing, but about when the match would end.

The drum attendants at the gladiatorial arena quickly transported the carcasses of these lions to the market to be sold, the meat of these beasts usually fetched a good price at the market, although compared to the proceeds of the bet this was only a drop in the bucket, but a fly is meat no matter how small, and the black-hearted capitalists would not let go of any profit... unless it could lead to a bigger profit! .

After watching for a moment, Hydra looked at the two girls beside her. Not surprisingly, full interest rose in Attila's eyes, but in contrast, Attila's eyes were lacking in interest. Apparently, Attila hadn't gotten over the shock of the library.

Or rather....

More than the war, those books piqued Attila's interest....

"It's not a bad thing~" Hydra's mind mused, "King Wuxun's words are enough with Attila, in terms of politics or diplomacy Attila might be a good choice."

Shaking her head, just as Hydra was about to say something, Attila suddenly said, "Can I go up there and try?"

At the words, Hydra looked over at Attila beside her.