Mediterranean Hegemon of Ancient Greece

As one of the original supporters of Dionysius, after Ortijia became Dionysius' "Acropolis", Herolis was also invited by Dionysius-to move to Austria On Tigia Island, he refused euphemisms only a few times, on the grounds that, after his predecessors colonized Syracuse, they have lived here for generations. They have never moved and have become accustomed to life here.Moreover, he didn't sleep well, and it was easy to wake up when he heard the sound. The sound of the Ortigia Island was too loud at night, and he couldn't adapt.

Dionysius didn't impose any more, but perhaps this was the beginning of his dissatisfaction with Herolis.

Herolis’s residence is not too far from the city hall. Walk on the west side of the square, cross the street of the theater, and then walk two hundred meters west. Through the rich area, his home is located in the civilian area. Near the junction of the rich area.

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

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

"Is Herolis seriously injured?" Philistos asked with concern.

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

Philistos frowned, and he did not answer the request of a lowly slave, but it was not good news for him that he was seriously injured and could not do anything.

When he came to the main hall of the house, Philistos was about to go upstairs.

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

Philistos just patronized the matter just now, but he didn't pay attention to it for a while. Then he realized that no matter whether it is a Greek civilian or a noble, according to traditional customs, the upper floor of the main residential building is the bedroom of the head of the family and his daughters. Outsiders generally do not He is allowed to set foot, and he is also a good friend of Herolis. He often comes here as a guest and has never been upstairs, but today is a special case.

Thinking of this, he turned and said to the guards who followed him, "You are waiting here, I will go up."

The guards hesitated and agreed that they were all Greeks, and of course they knew the Greek tradition. Moreover, they had been here with Philistos many times before, and there had never been any stubble.

As Philistos went upstairs alone, the slave dared not stop any more. He called for another slave to receive the 20 guards in the hall and took Philistos upstairs.

Of course, Philistos couldn't walk straight into Herolis's bedroom. In case there were females serving Herolis, the scene would be embarrassing.As an identity like him, of course it is impossible to act so recklessly, so he let the slaves in to inform.

"Master, please invite you in." The slave said politely until the slave came out of the bedroom.

Philistos walked in, and just after crossing the door, the glare of the corners of his eyes suddenly saw two black shadows on both sides of the door. He was shocked, and he had no time to react, and his two arms were clamped hard.

He was shocked, and just wanted to yell, a mass of linen immediately stuffed into his mouth.

He was crushed to the ground, his hands cut back with his back ropes tied, but he stalked his neck and stared straight ahead at the big bed.

Herolis, who had been lying on the side of the bed, had turned over and sat up, with agile movements, and could not see any impact of injuries.In fact, there was neither bandage nor blood on his head.

Philistos now understood that he was fooled.

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

Philistos glared at him, making a whine in his blocked mouth.

"Help him sit up." Herolis gestured.

The two men immediately lifted Philistos and pressed it on the wooden chair.

At this moment, there was a fighting sound from the building, and Philistos, who was still struggling, suddenly calmed down, leaned his head toward the door of the room, and listened.

Herolis saw his thoughts and sneered: "You don't have any expectations of these mercenaries. Since I made up my mind to keep you here, how could I forget these stupid dogs of Dionysius? Even if they are even more powerful, there are hundreds of warriors waiting for them here! They entered my house, just like rats entered the iron cage, how could they escape!"

Herolis' voice just fell, and Philistos hummed.

"It seems that you don't believe it. After all, I am the target of Siparinus' surveillance. How could there be so many warriors in the house?" Herolis said slightly complacently: "Don't forget, I specially made it yesterday morning I have applied to you to convince the nobles in the city so that they can take the lead to send the clan to participate in this second cross-sea expedition. I remember that you were very happy to agree at that time. But do you know, no matter if I go to them The mansion, still invited them to come to my house, they all traveled by horse-drawn carriage, and it was not only one person in the carriage..."

When Philistos heard this, the light in his eyes dimmed a lot, but then he widened his eyes again, glaring at the good friend he once trusted, who was sitting by the bed.

Herolis felt the emotion conveyed in his eyes and said quietly again: "Philipstos, I remember once at the banquet you held, you once said to me proudly,'Dionysius Syracuse under the rule of Sri Lanka is stronger than ever. Not only will there be no other city-states and forces daring to invade our city-states, but Syracuse will also become the most powerful in the whole of Greece, and even the entire Greek world. The city-state, earn more honor and wealth for the 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, now I tell You, my real thought—"

Herolis looked at him directly and said frankly and solemnly: "At first I was like you, a supporter of Dionysius, because in Syracuse facing the invasion of the Carthaginians and the political situation was in chaos. At that time, only Dionysius was able to invigorate morale, unite citizens, repel the Carthaginians, and stabilize Syracuse’s turbulent political situation, so we fully support him as a general general in Syracuse! In recent years, he has continuously expanded Syracuse’s territory, forcing the Carthaginians to make peace with us, freeing the Greek city-states of Sicily from Carthage’s threats, and making Syracuse the overlord of Sicily. The Greeks shivered when he heard his name, and even Sparta changed his previous arrogant attitude and negotiated with us friendly...I know, this is the glory of Syracuse you always wanted to see. For this you Help Dionysius with all my strength!"

Herolis sighed and said in a heavier tone: "But what I expect is different from what you expect, and what I see is very different from what you see.

What I saw was that Dionysius destroyed Naxos and Katana, who were once friendly allies with Syracuse, just because Syracuse needed more land, population and slaves!

What I see in my eyes is that Dionysius could clearly drive the Carthage out of Sicily in one fell swoop, leaving the island completely free from the threat of the Carthage, but he was occupying an absolute advantage for the throne of the Lord Negotiate with the Carthaginians!

What I see is that many Syracuse Democrats have been killed by him as a "traitor" because they have opposed Dionysius before, and even the family members have not let go, even the fee Losanus just told a joke, he was cast into the stone prison!

What I see is that the people of Syracuse are struggling because of the war taxes that have risen year after year. The people in the city are even more careful when they talk and do things because of the mercenary's rampage and the surveillance of Hiparinus!Dionysius expelled the people who lived on the island of Ortijia for decades or even hundreds of years, turning the entire island into his palace!"

Herolis became more and more excited, and his face was filled with grief and indignation: "Dionysius is no longer the hero who is determined to save Syracuse, but to protect his power, his hands are covered with Syracuse. The bloody demons of the people of Zara and the compatriots of Greece in Sicily! Under his dictatorship, Syracuse is no longer a great motherland that allows us to prosper and free to exercise our rights, but Dionysius’ Tool! In order to achieve his personal greed, he drove the seven or eighty thousand people of Syracuse to take great risks to invade Great Greece, which has never been malicious to Syracuse, leaving the remains of tens of thousands of people. Foreign land! If no further action is taken, Syracuse, our great city-state, will eventually be defeated by Dionysius! At the beginning, I supported him to take the position of tyrant, today I will do my best Efforts to make up for the biggest mistake I made!"

After speaking for several years in his heart, Hrolliston felt relaxed, and he stood up with a determined face.

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

Herolis ignored him and turned his attention to the strong man behind him: "Go down and see if those mercenaries are killed?"

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

When Philistos heard this, hope ignited in his eyes.

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