The World of Deities

"In that case, I will tell Aeschylus and let him prepare with all his strength."

Palos closed the magic book and looked in the direction of the students of Plato College, and saw Larence talking in a low voice with a tall old man.

"Larrens, why don't you use magic now to publicize and prevent the nobles from hearing?" Aeschylus whispered.

Larence's eyes lit up and said, "Yes!"

Larence adjusted his magic beard, coughed slightly, and said, "Dear citizens of the city of Athens, we have witnessed today a feat destined to be remembered in the history books. A commoner killed a nobleman. At the city-state competition, this the first time."

A large number of civilians looked at Larence.

"Su Ye is the champion and hero of this arena. However, you may not know that he is also a great playwright. This is not my praise, but Mr. Aeschylus, the father of tragedy. His praise, he is by my side."

"Tonight, in the Municipal Plaza, a new form of drama will be staged, and the theme of this drama is the dispute between common people and nobles. Yes, the author of this drama is Su Ye, a magician, one An unyielding fighter, an excellent playwright, and a civilian. On behalf of Master Aeschylus and on behalf of all members of the Plato Academy, I invite you all to watch the play "Zacre" in the Municipal Square tonight."

"Of course, please go back now to promote to your friends and neighbors, and invite them to the city hall in the evening. Because this is the first performance of "Zacre", and it may be the last."

A few civilians fell into thinking, and most of them nodded vigorously.

"Definitely support!"

"We must go!"

"For Su Ye!"

"For Su Ye!"

Many civilians shouted loudly.

A few nobles turned their heads to look at the civilians, don't know why, they always felt that these civilians left in a hurry as if they had weapons in their hands and armor.

Gladiator room.

Su Ye changed a room, sat quietly, his eyes blank.

The sound of footsteps sounded and the iron gate opened.

"This is the previous item. There is no less than a copper owl." The golden warrior referee held everything in his hands and placed it by the bed.

"Thank you very much." Su Ye's eyes lit up, and he nodded lightly.

"However, you cannot leave this room until the God of War has issued an order. Of course, there will be no more forbidden domains." The referee said.

"I know."

"We will deliver food to you on time. I hope you spend a peaceful time here." The referee nodded slightly and turned away.

The door is not locked.

Su Ye looked at the iron gate with a faint smile on his face and opened the magic book.

Dense magic letters piled together.

Su Ye first opened Palos's.

"I will ensure that "Zacre" will be performed as scheduled."

Su Ye looked at Palos' letter, smiled slightly, and replied, "Thank you, but unfortunately I can't watch it with you. I will invite you again when the next performance is on."

"it is good!"

Su Ye slowly flipped through the magic book.

There are not only students from Plato Academy, not only students from Little Magic Academy, but also letters from some famous magicians.

Or congratulate, or praise, or sympathize, or encourage.

Su Ye smiled after reading it.

After a long time, open the magic book and preview tomorrow's lesson.

The hall of the Rolong family.

Old Turner told the story in detail, and he didn't even miss Su Ye's words.

"Say it again." Leobo sat in the chair, his expression as usual.

Old Turner repeated it again.

After listening quietly, Leobo slowly stood up, turned around, and gently stroked the back of the chair, which was only half of the rest, shaking his right hand.

"This half of the seat back was originally reserved for you."

After speaking, Leobo turned around and looked at the clear sky outside.

"Take my war spear."

"Master, he is Athena's favored one, if you make a move..."

"Luolong is my grandson."

"but……"

Leobo's indifferent gaze fell on Old Turner.

Old Turner trembled, lowered his head, turned and walked out.

A figure flew down, blocking the gate.

"Long time no see, my old friend." Larence held his staff and looked at Leobo inside.

Old Turner froze for a moment, then slowly stepped back.

Leobo stared at Larence.

The two sides looked at each other.

"You knew it?" Leobo asked.

"I knew it." Larence.

"His heart is still so cruel."

There were waves in Leobo's eyes.

"You can't move Su Ye now." Larence said.

"Let me be his whetstone in the sanctuary?" Leobo's face was rarely mocked.

"After Sanctuary, we will not stop you." Larence said.

"I'll wait." Leobo finished speaking and sat down slowly.

Larence turned around and left.

"You will wait." A strange smile appeared at the corner of Larence's mouth.

The sun was gradually sinking.

Everywhere in the city, a name continues to spread.

"Have you heard? A commoner named Su Ye, who killed the nobles of the legendary family, was in the city-state tournament..."

"Su Ye wrote a play, which will be performed at the Municipal Plaza tonight. Don't miss it..."

"Su Ye is really amazing. It's a pity that God of War will not build a statue for him in the Municipal Square. If you build a statue for him, I will definitely touch it. If you don't touch the statue's head, it means attack; if you don't touch the statue's shoulder, it means contempt. . Do not touch the arm of the statue, that means praise. Touch the instep of the statue, because I should bend over to salute."

"A true civilian hero..."

Whether it is the temple area, the noble area, the workshop area, the civilian area, the slave area or the dock area, the entire city of Athens is discussing the same person.

When the sun was about to set, people from all directions flocked to the Avenue of the Goddess of Wisdom and toward the Municipal Plaza.

This time, there was no voice from Solon and no magic beard. Many people seemed to have agreed in advance.

The sunset was faint and gold melted everywhere.

The drama hasn't started yet, and many spectators spontaneously come to ask those who set up the stage if they need help.

Under the power of the magicians and warriors of the Plato Academy, the stage was quickly completed and it was unimaginably spectacular.

Several puppet masters are located behind the stage, and the magic power is connected with the setting and curtain to change the stage.

Not far from the stage, there are rows of bronze statues.

Every champion of the city-state tournament will have its own place there.

Now, there is a new statue there, and it even exudes the peculiar smell of the bronze just cooling.

It was a statue of Su Ye, holding a three-section staff, wearing a robe, and looking ahead quietly.

Just like a real person.

The statue has its back to the sunset.

When the shadow of the Acropolis Hill and the Colossus of Athena enveloped the Plaza Mayor, the Plaza Mayor was already crowded with people from all over the city.

There are a large number of magicians and warriors, there are workers who came from the workshop, there are civilians everywhere, there are some slaves who can move freely, and there are foreign merchants with unique clothes.

Sigrud crossed his arms and leaned against the wall, looking at the stage.

In a room on the edge of the square, Palos opened the window and looked sideways at the stage.

The afterglow shone in, leaving a light orange-red on the blue lake.

Holt with red eyes and many Plato students were in the middle of the stage.

The students are whispering.

"Su Ye is destined not to be sentenced to death, he should be exiled, but the nobles will definitely not let him go."

"When the verdict comes down tomorrow, we will gather together and find a way to discuss how to help Su Ye."

"Okay, I'll organize this!" Jimmy said.

Albert's eyes flashed and he lowered his head.

Between the students of Plato Academy and the stage, the best viewing position, there are many elderly people sitting.

The nearby audience kept looking at them with respect.

Those people are either famous poets of Athens or famous playwrights.

Aeschylus, Sophocles, Euripides, Aristophanes, etc. are among them.

Like the mountains in the row, it makes people look up.

On a roof on the edge of the Municipal Square, there are slant beds and tables.There are densely packed wine utensils on the table, and more than ten young nobles are lying on the inclined bed, drinking wine while looking out the window and chatting.

"Andre, we know that you have always liked dramas and often watch performances, but the author of this drama is Su Ye, why do you come to see it?" The speaking child was frivolous, with a combination of hooked nose and deep eye sockets. Make his appearance too gloomy.

"I'm not here for Su Ye, I'm here for the masters of drama. A drama that Aeschylus praised must be extraordinary." Andre's gray-green eyes filled with a smile. .

"But, we should stop it. This is Su Ye's drama, and it is likely to be attacking the nobles. Think about his performance on the court today, it is like a mad dog biting each of us."

Andre smiled slightly and said: "The magician Su Ye is the magician Su Ye, and the drama writer Su Ye is a different person. We can’t just because he is a civilian, he is a magician, and he killed Luo Long. The murderer of the United States denied this drama. If this drama is really bad, we have to watch it quietly before making judgments."

"You are really a wise and good person. We believe that your success comes from good luck, but now we understand that your success comes from wisdom and broad mind." Boris praised.

Everyone nodded gently.

"Although I am a warrior and don't like magicians, I always respect great magicians like Plato. Your future is limitless."

"I heard that someone wanted to stop the performance of this drama, but Pandion's housekeeper Perce personally came forward, and the officials in charge of related affairs had to let the drama continue."

"Recently, there was a rumor that after Princess Palos graduated, the Pandion family might find a good son-in-law for her."

All the young nobles looked at each other, and finally, all looked at Andre.

"I heard that Princess Palos is also watching this drama."

"She and Su Ye seem to be very close."

"So Su Ye must die." Chard finished speaking, staring at Andrea.

A smile appeared at the corner of Andrea's mouth.

"Today I only watch dramas, only appreciate the great art, the worldly disputes, the passions in the heart, the chaotic emotions, should not be brought to the scene, and should not be insulted to the great drama. We toast, after drinking, we watch the drama soberly , No matter who the author is." Andre finished his toast.

"Cheers!"

The curtain opened.

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