Davers knew it in his heart: it seemed that the ancient Greeks were not fools, they also knew how to protect the economy of their city-states.

"We Amendorala now have nothing, so we don't have to worry about anything. We will reduce our tariffs. If the surrounding city states collect 2% of the city, we will collect 1% of the city; if they collect 20%, we will collect 10% of the city... As long as we attract people, it will drive our trade development, and citizens will take the initiative to find opportunities to make money for their families." Davers, who is short of money, has decided to poach.

"Mr. Davers, I'm waiting for your decision!" Mariji was happy, but he quickly reminded: "However, Heraclia and Metapontum have a good relationship with us and are an alliance. I believe we can negotiate well with them. However, Turiyi has a bad relationship with us. Foreign merchants transport goods from Turiyi to us and then ship them to Turiyi market for sale, which may be blocked."

This is indeed a problem! Davers rubbed his chin in embarrassment.

Originally, Davers' Mercenaries had a good relationship with Turiyi, and they were also the benefactors to save Turiyi. However, after the mercenaries became citizens of Amendoralar, given the hatred of the people of Amendoralar towards Turiyi, Davers was not good at contacting Turiyi's envoy. After being blocked from visiting many times, the Turiyi's envoy was also angry: Amendoralar was originally just Turiyi's "little brother", but now he is inexplicably arrogant, which hurts Turiyi's self-esteem. At the same time, Davers' mercenaries' "deception" against them (Turiyi's view) also made them angry.

As a result, the relationship between the two sides began to become stiff. Such a stalemate was not good for Amendolar and was also bad for Davers. Because it not only affected Amendolar's economic diplomacy, but also Davers' strategic plans and the promises he made in the Senate.

In Davers' plan, Amendorala should take advantage of the weakening of the Lukari's power, and should take advantage of the victory to pursue and invade the land of the Lukari. However, in the past few days, when he calmed down, carefully studied the map, and personally surveyed the surrounding terrain, he discovered a big problem: Heraclia was in the north of the city of Amendorala, and it was still an alliance, and Tarantum was supported by the back, so he could not move; Turiyi was in the south, although its power was severely weakened, Davers was in the south, but he was in danger of moving.

We cannot lead our army to attack, because Turiyi and Amendorala had no grudges and were once allies, and Davers and the others were mercenaries it invited. To build a military force for no reason would undoubtedly arouse dissatisfaction and vigilance from the Great Greek city-state. Amendorala's small body could not arouse public anger; and to the west of Amendorala, between Amendorala and Heraclia, you can indeed reach the Lucania region along the River Sini, which is the path Vespa once led his people.

For this reason, Davers specially asked Bagule to inquire, and found out that there were many mountains and rivers and lakes, covered with dense forests, snakes and insects. The Bagule tribe stayed there for more than a year, and in the end there were only less than 4,000 people left. This is why Vespa was unwilling to go back to Lucania after he occupied Amendolar. He went downstream and arrived at Amendolar a little better. He went upstream and wanted to arrive in Lucania. The loss caused by injuries on the road alone was probably an amazing number. Once the Lucanian attack was attracted, the reinforcements would not be expected at all.

Therefore, the only way is to trek westward through the Sobari Plain and trek to Laus. Although the road is long, at least the number of non-combat reductions will be much less. To pass the Sobari Plain, the relationship with Turiyi must be well established.

Davers rubbed his chin. He was originally planning to wait for Amendorala to settle down after a while, and the hatred was gradually forgotten, and it would be better to negotiate. But now it seems that whether it is to improve economic and trade or strengthen military strength, diplomatic relations with Turiyi have become a bottleneck that needs to be resolved urgently. So Davers made up his mind: "Mariji, don't worry! This afternoon I will hold a meeting in the Senate to discuss Turiyi's issue, hoping to improve diplomatic relations with Turiyi."

"Mr. Davers, as long as you propose a proposal, will they dare not agree with you?" Marigi's words were not pleasing, but that's the fact. However, Davers also had to consider the feelings of the elders such as Cornerus. After all, this involved the issue of unity between the old and new citizens of Amendorala. But he didn't want to explain in detail to Marigi now, just smiled. After all, this Persian would need a long time to adapt to the Greek political system.

Mariji observed his expression and immediately stopped discussing this topic. Then he raised his voice and said, "Oh, Lord Davers, I almost forgot to say that the medical skills of the doctors in our mercenary camp were quite high. When we opened a clinic in the market we built in Turiyi, many Turiyi citizens and free people came to see the doctors. Later, more and more patients came to see the doctors. When we wanted to demolish the market and relocate to Amendolara, some patients begged us not to leave... Do you see if we should open a large clinic in Amendolara?! It can also attract patients from neighboring countries to come to see the doctors, and they can also stay and eat, buy goods, and increase the income of our city-state."

Marigi's words really reminded Davers. He has been busy recently and has forgotten that Amendolar still has special products, that is - medical care! So he said a little excitedly: "The clinic is too small, if you want to build it, build a large hospital!"

"Hospital?"

"The hospital can not only treat patients, but also let people who are seriously ill can live in the hospital. While observing the condition, it is more conducive to the recovery of patients. At the same time, it can also conduct medical research, hold medical lectures, and train young doctors... I believe that such a place will attract many patients to come for treatment!" Davers explained to him in detail.

Mariji was a little dazed when he heard it. Although he didn't understand some of the contents, he couldn't help but say: "I have never heard of a clinic in Persia that can be used as a hospital like you said to adults. This is really... it's so good!"

"I said it very well, but to reach the level I said, I have to take it step by step, so I should prepare first. To be honest, I owe Helps two medical classes to teach!" Davers's words reminded Mariji: the young people in front of me are the real leaders of the medical camp. When those doctors mentioned Davers, they all respected him. Isn't a young man who is well-versed in military, politics, business, and medical skills a God's gift! The more Mariji walked out of Davers's house, the more he thought about it, the more he felt that he was following the right person.

But Davers was thinking: Since Amendolara is going to build a whole Greek medical center, can we also turn Amendolara into a large entertainment center?!

Thinking of this, he immediately walked towards the side room.

In the side room, Cristoya was discussing some bank loans with several free people who served as accounts. Next to her was her personal maid Asuna (Asuna was an Egyptian female slave who was sent to the medical camp by Melcis. When Cristoya was managing the medical camp, she found that she was smart and capable, and she was very close to her, so she asked her to come from Melcis) and was arranging work tasks with several male and female slaves that Cristoya had just bought from Tarantum.

As soon as Davers entered the door, Asuna saw it. She immediately bowed her head and bowed: "Sir, you are back."

The free people also quickly saluted respectfully, while the new slaves were confused and at a loss.

"Christoya, did you buy the leather worker I want?" Davers asked.

"I bought it. But the money for buying a leather worker is enough for me to buy four or five ordinary slaves." Christoya complained.

"In the long run, we need to look at the long term. Although leather workers spend a lot of money now, the money this leather workers will earn more than the price of tens of thousands or tens of thousands of slaves in the future." Davers teased half-jokingly and half-seriously. He did not dare to make any intimate actions in front of everyone.

"Yes, big businessman!" Cristoya gave him a look and said, "Anyway, our family needs a leather worker." As she said, she pointed to one of the slaves: "That's what you want."

Davers walked over and the thin old man saluted respectfully: "Master."

"Are you a Greek?!" Davers was a little surprised to see his appearance.

“Yes, Master.”

"Where did you come from? What's your name? Why did you become a slave?"

"My name is Tolikas, I am from Ephesus. I can't pay back my debts, so I become a slave." The old man said calmly.

"As long as you have good skills, you can save enough money, redeem yourself, and become a free man in less than a few years," Davers promised.

"My son died on the battlefield, and his wife died long ago, so I am the only one living. If you don't drive me away, I'm willing to stay here until you meet the river crossing..." Tolikas' expression of openness made Davers stunned, and then nodded helplessly: "Since that's the case, don't worry about spending your old age here." After that, he took Tolikas to the courtyard atrium and used wooden sticks to paint a pattern on the soil where flowers and plants were planted.

"Is this an olive?" Torikas said uncertainly at the simple patterns on the ground.

"This is a rugby made of cowhide!" Davers' eyes were bright.

"Rugby?!" Tolikas' eyes widened.

Good night, brothers!
Chapter completed!