Davers suppressed his excitement and said to Mariji: "Now the city-state is suffering from the treasury's lack of money, and you are back just in time. As the business officer of Amendolara, it is your responsibility to change the situation of Amendolara's almost no trade and increase taxes for the treasury! I hope you can investigate the city-state and think hard and come up with a good plan!"

"I will do my best!" Mariji showed a eager look.

"And--" Davers stopped just after he said: Let's talk about the proposal in a few days, after all, Marigi has just returned.

Seeing that Davers did not speak anymore, Mariji did not dare to ask, so he said, "By the way, sir. Two people from the Pythagoras school of Tarantum came along with the boat, saying that they had been invited by you."

Davers hurriedly asked, "Where are they now?"

"It must be going to find you." Mariji said uncertainly.

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Soon, Davers met a person from the Pythagoras school in his house: one was named Martycoris and the other was Mentotic Els. Both of them looked neither old and should not be over thirty years old.

Therefore, Davers, who had just returned home, smiled and said, "You guys look very young!"

But this angered Matikoris, who said loudly: "Mathematics is not about judging the level of level by age. No one can compare to my speed calculation in Tarantum! Do you think I am willing to come to this remote town?"

Davers smiled and said, "You see, I became a consul at a young age. If I look down on you, wouldn't I look down on myself?!"

Martykoris was stunned.

"The fact is the opposite. I am very happy that all the people sent by Pythagoras are young. Because they are young, they are energetic; because they are young, they are ambitious; because they are young, they dare to break the rules and think of what their predecessors dare not think! This is especially important in the academic field, isn't it?!" Davers said passionately.

Mentotic Els, who had been silent before, opened his eyes wide.

Martykoris muttered embarrassedly: "What you said makes sense..."

"Don't worry! I will strongly support the development of your school in Amendorala. I will provide you with a large residence for you to live and teach. As long as you do not violate the laws of Amendorala, you can develop your students in Amendorala without any restrictions. I believe that with your abilities, you will create a brilliant career that your classmates in Tarantum cannot create! Make up for the regrets of your ancestor Pythagoras!"

Davers' commitment and encouragement ignited the passion of the two young men. After saluting respectfully to Davers, they asked Davers to send someone to take them to the residence. They wanted to take a break and start their work immediately.

Of course, Davers couldn't ask for anything. When the two of them walked away, he could still hear the voice of Marty Coris: "That consul is good! It's really good! Better to Tarantum..."

"Matikoris, whisper to me, it's still at someone else's house!"

...

Davers couldn't help laughing as he heard this.

"You really plan to fully support the development of the Pythagoras school in Amendorara?!" Cristoya walked out of the side room, put his hand on Davers' shoulder, and said with some concern: "I heard that the Pythagoras school has a bad reputation. They acted secretly and were disrespectful to the gods. Instead, they believed that everything was composed of "numbers"... In the past, there were conflicts with the Citizens' Congress and the Councils in the city-states of the Great Greek, so no one welcomed it!"

Davers smiled indifferently: "What's the matter? We Greeks are not used to the harmonious coexistence between man and God! There will be no phenomenon that the Egyptians are completely ruled by gods, and they will be executed if they are disrespectful to God. Moreover, it is not easy to become disciples of the Pythagoras school. Except for a few highly educated nobles, ordinary people cannot pass their tests, which is also the reason why their school cannot grow. And they are opposed to democracy!"

"Oh..." Christoya's eyes were flowing: "Do you think they will support you?"

"Whether they support or not has any impact on me!" Davers shrugged and said, "But at least it means they won't be a big trouble. And don't think they only study mathematics, they have in-depth research on philosophy, music, art... and there is also a place you are interested in, in academics they advocate gender equality."

"Really?" Cristoya asked in surprise.

"Of course it's true. It is said that Pythagoras's wife is his student, and I heard Achita say this." Davers smiled and said, "With their move in, your bank will not be short of employees who can keep accounts."

"Didn't you say they can't develop?" Christoya remembered what he said before and gave him a blank look.

"Of course, it's not possible to teach disciples in the current way of the Pythagoras school. However, after these two young people hit the wall, I don't believe they will not make any changes." Davers said confidently.

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In the early morning, wild flowers bloomed on the Amendola Mountain, colorful and colorful, and a romantic sea of ​​flowers, mostly purple thyme, swaying in the mountain breeze, spreading the rich fragrance all over the city.

A pair of men and women dressed up in great costumes, came out of their respective courtyards, and gathered in the square...

More than 1,500 newlyweds turned the small square into a happy crowd. The morning light shone on their happy smiling faces, and their eyes focused brightly on the central platform: there stood a statue of Hera carried from the Hera Temple in Metapontum. The goddess held a scepter in her right hand and gently twisted the corner of her clothes with her left hand, and faced the newlyweds in the audience with a kind smile.

Around the statue are several priestesses in white robes, dancing the sacred dance of sacrifices and singing hymns...

After the ceremony, High Priest Hera said to the countless newcomers in the audience in her clear and penetrating voice: "Today is a wonderful day, and God Hera will witness your happy union here! The Greeks value family the most. A happy and fulfilling marriage is a symbol of the prosperity of the family and the cornerstone of the city-state's stability!..."

The high priest took a step forward and leaned forward and asked, "Hera entrusted me to ask everyone present here, 'Are you willing to shelter your wife from the wind and rain, no matter how difficult it is, love her until her life is over?"

The men led by Davers said without hesitation: "Will!!!"

“Hera entrusts me to ask all the women present, ‘Are you willing to manage your husband’s family and raise children, and respect him no matter how difficult it is to end your life?”

The women led by Cristoya said sincerely: "I do!!!"

The high priest smiled: "Now the new people can kiss each other!"

Davers and Cristoya, Giogris and Dania, Olivers and Mitra (due to the early arrival of the Hera priests in Metapontum yesterday afternoon, Davers hurriedly proposed to Marigi, but he didn't expect Marigi to agree very readily. In fact, Marigi, who was influenced by the royal system in Persia, did not care much about Olivers' reputation and wealth. What he cared about was that Olivers was Davers' close friend, and Davers himself proposed to marriage).... Countless newlyweds stared affectionately and kissed sweetly...

Seeing this, Stromboli couldn't bear to look at it, but whispered: "This is against Greek tradition and is so infuriating! The inspector... the inspector should stop them!"

"The inspector has already visited Tarantum." Scomblas smiled and said, "I think this Hera ceremony is quite interesting."

"'Happy marriage is a symbol of family prosperity and the cornerstone of the stability of the city-state.' This sentence makes a lot of sense!" Raphayas also sighed.

"I have never seen this kind of sacrificial ritual of Hera before." Cornerus was a little confused.

"I heard that the consul rushed to the high priest's residence at night and discussed and decided together. That must have been the consul's idea." Protesilous said in speculation.

"Listen to you, it seems that your consul is an interesting young man." An Lochris, the messenger of Hercules, looked at the square and said with a smile.

"God Hera wishes you!" the high priest said piously with his hands fisting towards the sky.

Several priestesses began to throw holy water into the audience, and the newcomers also sang the hymn of Hera devoutly.

As soon as the marriage ceremony ended, the firefighters on the sidelines carried clay pots filled with water and began to sprinkle clean water into the stadium. Although they were notified in advance, the women still screamed and hid in the arms of their men. While protecting their wives, the men also had to snatch clay pots from the firefighters. The screams of the entire venue continued, and the scene was cheerful and lively...

"So interesting! So interesting!" Protesilous looked excited and suddenly turned around and ran back.

"What are you doing?" asked Terry Toddmoth.

"Go back to get the clay pot for water!" Protesinos ran without looking back.

"Get the clay pot?" Terry Toddmos was stunned and immediately understood. Seeing the excitement on the field, he was also moved and shouted loudly: "Get a few more clay pots!"

"Yes, get a few more!" Scomblas was also childish, and he lamented: "It's a pity that I got married early!"

"Amendorara hasn't been so lively for a long time!" Raphayas sighed.

Stromboli was moved by this sentence. He watched the mist in the field rise and condense into a seven-color rainbow in the sun. He stopped complaining for a moment and murmured: "Don't this celebration be held every year on this day of the year in the future?!"
Chapter completed!