Mediterranean Hegemon of Ancient Greece - Chapter 589

[Chapter 8 Hades Priests and Slaves]

At that time, the people of Naxos were still relatively unfamiliar with the Temple of Hades, and Coriontus had the responsibility of spreading the teachings.

After seven years, the people here have completely accepted Hades, the benevolent Hades, and the people who worship him every day are far better than Demeter. hard work.

The prison was dark, damp, and smelled bad.

Corinthus had been here many times, and he was already used to it. He ignored the pleas of the other prisoners in the cages on both sides, and walked through the passage in the middle to a cage.

The jailer opened the lock and pushed open the iron gate.

Corinthus walked into the cage, and a bloody smell hit his nostrils.

Collintus frowned and took a few more steps. Through the dim light from the narrow window, he saw a naked man lying in the haystack in the corner, blood oozing from the dense scars. It has dried up outside the body and has become a blood gar, turning him into a blood man from top to bottom. He lay there motionless, and could only hear very weak breathing…

Colintus turned his head to look at the follower. Diocassis, who was behind him, said in a reproachful tone, “Why did you hit so hard?!”

Facing the priest’s reproachful gaze, Diocassis felt a little ashamed, and said hesitantly, “He… …He has been refusing to tell the truth…”

“You guys go out, don’t stay here.” Collintus said in a deep voice.

“It’s too dangerous here, venerable priest!” a jailer warned.

“Don’t worry, with Hades’ blessing, he won’t hurt me!” Coleentus said firmly.

Diocassis and his men had to go out.

“Bring me a few cans of boiling water by the way.” Corinthus demanded again.

After they left, Coriontus and the two priests who came with him carefully carried the slave to the simple bed next to him.

Collintus has been to the prison many times and already has a lot of experience.

He asked his subordinates to carry two large medicine chests, one filled with medicine for trauma and the other filled with clean linen.

After the boiling water was delivered, he and his subordinates first dipped a linen cloth in water and began to wipe the blood from the slave’s body.

At the wound, they would gently peel off the blood mixed with soil and wheatgrass, and remove the green pus from the wound little by little…

You must know that Helps was instructed by Davos back then, many times Sending doctors to train the priests of the Temple of Hades to train the basic skills of medical care, Coriantus is regarded as one of the hard study, plus years of practice, his level of trauma treatment is no less than that of an ordinary Dio Doctor Nia.

However, the pain of cleaning the affected area still caused the slave to wake up from the coma. In a trance, he saw the person squatting in front of him wearing a white robe and a simple black “A” letter drawn on his chest. He subconsciously struggled to think. To sit up.

“You don’t move, wait for me to give you the medicine and tie the bandages.” The slave trembled slightly: this kind voice is so familiar, and he is on September 9th every year at the Naxos Hades celebration. The sounds of freeing slaves heard were extremely similar.

“…The merciful Priest of Corinthus?!” he called in a hoarse voice uncertainly.

“It’s me.” This answer, like a beam of warm sunlight shone into the heart of the slave’s dead silence, made his eyes instantly moist. He forced his head up and stared blankly at the old man who was very holy in his heart. He poured a cool and comfortable wound medicine, and then used a clean cloth to stick and bind the wounds one by one… His white robe was stained with dust and blood, and his wrinkled face was full of sweat. The old man didn’t care at all, his expression was so focused.

Corinthus finally finished his work, reached out to wipe the sweat from his forehead, and asked, “What’s your name?”

There was no response.

He looked up and saw that the slave was already full of tears, looking straight at him, but bit his lip and didn’t make a sound.

Corinthus sighed in relief: this seems to be possible.

So, his expression became serious and he said, “I know I’m crying now, but you brutally killed so many people before!”

“I didn’t—” The slave almost blurted out when he saw that the person he respected most misunderstood him. When the truth came out, he quickly closed his mouth, and then said unwillingly: “After I die, I will meet the three judges, and they will give me a fair trial.”

“Fair trial?” Colin Tusillo Tsukune pondered and said slowly: “If you didn’t kill people, then you’re lying, aren’t you afraid of being sentenced to tongue-pulling hell and accepting endless torment?! Not to mention that you hide the truth and let the real criminal escape punishment. , you are an accomplice, the three judges will make you bear half of the guilt he committed, this is not just as simple as pulling a tongue, are you ready?”

The slave’s face changed greatly after hearing this, he He quickly lowered his head, but saw the muscles on his arms protruding, and the linen that had just been tied immediately oozes blood.

“Don’t force your hand, or the wound you just applied will burst open again!” Corinthus immediately patted his arm with concern, and seeing that he was still clenching his fists, he asked softly, “You What’s your name?”

“…Laksay.” The slave squeezed out a sentence.

“Are you a Numibian?” Colintus looked at his dark skin and said, “I heard from the inspector that four of the girls killed were Numibians, and they were all Numibians. Your countrymen!”

Laxe shuddered.

“I heard from the inspector that when the six corpses were buried, they were neatly arranged, and each had an opal in its mouth. The murderer would not have been so kind… Aksai, this is all It’s the kindness in your heart that prompted you to do this…” Collintus sighed and said with certainty, “I believe you are by no means a murderer, you are just forced to obey the command of the real murderer!”

Laksey’s shoulders shook even more, and low sobbing could be heard.

“My child, it must be very painful to live like this…” Collintus sighed again, and his tone became stern: “But… there is a chance to catch the murderer now and let him be severely punished by the law, but you have to replace it. He took the blame and let him have the opportunity to hurt more Numibian girls in the future, do you really bear it?! Are you really willing?!”

“I’m not willing!” Laksai raised his head, tears in his eyes, and roared excitedly Said: “But I’m just a slave. He is a big man. My wife and my two daughters are in his hands. What can I do?! What can I do?!!”

“Hades is the most just god. , whether it is a slave or an elder, he is treated equally. His Majesty Davos adhered to his will and formulated the “Dionysian Law” to protect all the good people in the Dionysian Kingdom and punish all the wicked. Do not have any doubts, speak up, speak the truth! Hades above, your devout believer Corinthus swears to you that I will protect Aksai’s wife and daughter, and never let them suffer Any harm!”

Aksai watched in amazement as Coreentus pressed his left hand to his chest, raised his right hand, and said an oath reverently, and an endless gratitude rose in his heart. This gratitude melted the barriers in his heart, and he “thumped the ‘ He knelt down in front of Corentus.

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Diocassis walked into the living room of Naxos City Hall, and when he saw Stromboli, he said excitedly: “Sir, your suggestion It really worked, that slave finally told the truth!”

Stromboli said with some self-satisfaction and some emotion: “I only know that the slaves of the kingdom trust the Temple of Hades the most, and there are slaves from time to time everywhere. Speaking of going to the Temple of Hades to complain about injustice, this is also related to the case of Polyxis that caused a sensation in Great Greece more than ten years ago…”

“My lord.” Diocassis took a few steps forward. , said in a slightly dignified voice: “That slave also revealed another thing about Laodicien…”

Stromboli looked at his expression and said in a deep voice, “What is it?”

Dio Cassis didn’t speak, just handed him the transcript in his hand.

Stromboli read the record carefully, but the two white eyebrows were gradually twisted together, and his face was filled with surprise, he suddenly pressed the record hard on the table, and asked anxiously: “What he said is true. What?!”

“He said he didn’t do it, it was another slave who had committed suicide and had been secretly doing it, but he confided to him once when he was drunk… I can’t confirm it now. The truth of the matter.” Diocassis showed a rare hesitation: “After all, this directly involves the elder Laodician… So I am here to ask you for instructions.”

“You are right, don’t act without authorization.” Tromboli nodded in approval of Diocassis’s actions, but in his mind he was recalling the few rumors he had vaguely heard in the past few years when he was in power in Naxos.

With his hands behind his back, he hunched his back and walked slowly in the living room with a solemn expression.

Diocassis waited silently beside him.

After a while, Stromboli pondered and said, “Who else knows about this?”

“Me and my two most trusted men…and the priest of Corinthus…”

“Tell your men, Never say it! Otherwise—” Stromboli’s eyes flashed sharply.

“I understand, my lord.”

“I will talk to the priest about this. He is a smart man. Besides, there are laws that prohibit priests from interfering in political affairs.” Stromboli touched Beard, looking at Diocassis, ordered: “You drag this case first, continue to imprison Paphogres, but don’t interrogate him, the slave is also temporarily imprisoned as before… I will Go and tell Judge Ardaurus, let him give you some time, I believe he will still give me a favor for this old man… Now, I’m going to write a letter to Your Majesty. You hurry back and take care of your patrol station .”

Watching Laodyssian leave, Stromboli stared down at the record on the table, a sneer appeared on his wrinkled face: “Laodysian, you will be the second Polyxis. ?”

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At the same time, in the residence of Antonios, the Minister of Military Affairs of the Kingdom of Dionia in the inner city of Turien, Antonios was sitting in the courtyard with his nephew, enjoying the food while talking.

At this moment, it is already evening, night falls, and the bright moon rises.

But a dozen candles as thick as a child’s arm were lit in the courtyard, illuminating Antonios’ mansion.

The three children chased and froliced in the surrounding corridors by the bright candlelight, and the crisp laughter continued.