Martycoris was completely obsessed with mathematics and ignored ordinary things. Mentotic Els was different. He was not against spending time dealing with various affairs. Moreover, mathematics gave him a careful mind, allowing him to manage the institute with a handy management staff and make plans, so Davers made him the director of the institute. In this regard, Martycoris raised his hands to agree.

"I will think about this." Mentotic Els replied cautiously.

"I understand the principle of this crossbow!" At this time, Matycles came to Davers excitedly, pointed to the drawings, and said excitedly: "Look here! Look here! The most important thing about this crossbow is these two things, one is the string rope made of strong livestock tendons, and the other is the pulley that can save effort to pull the string rope. In addition, you see, the longer the chute, the longer the range will be, because the string rope will be pulled open as much as possible, and the greater the force it will rebound to the stone... I think the Syracuse people are stupid. They only use one pulley, which is too simple and will be very laborious to use. In fact, making a pulley set and fixing it to the tail end of the chute will easily pull the string rope to the end of the chute. Give me the best carpenter and materials, and I will be able to make a better crossbow than them soon!"

Davers was satisfied with his confident expression. He smiled and said, "I have told Mentotic Els just now that I will let the instrument masters of the Legion Engineering Battalion go to the Mathematics Institute as your assistant, and Dionia has the best cattle in the entire Western Mediterranean - Lucanian cattle, which can supply you with a large amount of high-quality beef tendon at any time."

"That's great!" After Martykoris said, he walked out with the drawings.

"Matikoris, I have an idea." Davers hurriedly called him: "If the crossbow cannon can accurately know the landing point of the stone before it shoots it out, it will be very helpful for the operator to accurately hit the target."

"This..." Marty Coris and Mentotic Els did not feel that this was an additional burden, but instead fell into thinking.

"I have another idea." Davers said seriously: "I think that no matter how much power we use and how many angles we throw objects, the trajectory of objects running in the air should be like this-" Davers stretched out his finger and drew different arcs in the air.

Marty Cris and Mentotic Els stared at Davers' moving fingers thinking.

"If there is no wind and the ground is at the same level, the trajectory on both sides should be able to overlap when folded..." Davers said in a gentle tone.

But the two of them felt as if they were electrocuted, and their expressions suddenly became extremely excited.

"Sir...Sir, this is...this...this is Hades' revelation to you?!" Mentochick Els stuttered. There have been similar situations before. When Davers talked to them, he occasionally put forward some novel ideas. After verification, they were all correct. Each time they made breakthroughs in the research of mathematical theory and greatly expanded their knowledge.

"You can think so." Davers smiled mysteriously.

"Come on! Come on! Let's take a closer look at the track now!" Marty Cris excitedly grabbed Davers' hand and walked out without saying a word.

Davers understood what he meant. The floor of the living room was paved with marble, so of course he could only draw on the mud in the courtyard, so he followed him out of the living room without hesitation.

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"Mother, come and see me! What did my father do in the garden? I broke all your flowers!" Cynthia pointed at Davers and the three of them in the courtyard by the window of the second-floor bedroom.

"Shh!" Christoya made a gesture of silence and whispered: "Don't wake up your brother!"

She came to the window, looked down, frowned slightly, and then turned around and smiled, "It's nothing, it's your father and a few uncles who are discussing math problems." Although Christoya loves flowers, she is a woman who knows the general and will never embarrass her husband in public.

"What is mathematics?" Adoris asked curiously.

"That's a very interesting knowledge, your sister will learn it soon." Christoya said softly with a smile.

"Can I go to school, too?" Adoris asked in anticipation.

"Of course." Christoya stroked his head gently: "But you are still young, and you have to wait another year."

"I don't want it! I'm going to go to school with my sister now!" Adoris said dissatisfiedly.

"Brother, stop making trouble! Listen to my mother's words, otherwise I won't let my father tell you stories tonight!" As soon as Adoris said this, he calmed down even though he pouted.

"Mother, I'm going to school and studying with other boys, is this really good?" Cynthia said to Cristoya hesitantly. At this time, Cynthia was seven years old. According to Greek tradition, a 16-year-old girl can get married. She already knows a lot. Her biological mother has set an example to educate her how to be a good woman in a Greek family. In her impression, her mother has never walked out of the house, but now she has to study with many boys year after year in public, day after day, which makes her feel a little uneasy.

Cristoya pulled Cynthia to her and said gently while combing her slightly messy long hair: "Child, do you know how lucky you are! Except for Dionia, girls like you in other Greek city-states, who are trapped in their houses for most of their lives, busy raising children and managing housework. They don't know what the outside world looks like, have never watched sports games, have never appreciated dramas, and have not even watched the sea. Do you hope that your future life will be like them?!"

Cynthia showed fear and shook her head hard.

Cristoya continued with emotion: "Your father is a great man! He tried his best to convince the Senate, so that you girls could have the same opportunity to study as boys. At that time, not only you will be in school, but also girls from other civic families. Cynthia, you will not be lonely at school. You must study hard and prove that our women are not worse than men. Don't let your father's efforts be in vain!"

Cynthia nodded in a slight way.

In fact, although the social customs of the newly-rise Dionian Alliance were different from other Greek city-states and were relatively open to women, Davers still encountered many oppositions when he proposed the proposal of "let girls go to school with boys" in the Senate.

Davers was able to convince them, and there was a passage that aroused everyone's resonance: "... Let the girls of Dionys citizens also enter school to learn more knowledge and skills, and learn how to get along with boys. Knowledge will make them more cultivated, more temperamental and more wise. Only after they grow up and get married will they have more common topics and hobbies with their husbands, which will reduce the possibility of their husbands going out to find a brothel and ensure the stability of their family; let them manage family affairs more wisely and not be deceived by cunning slaves; let them raise their children better, and develop good habits for future citizens of Dionys in their early childhood, which is crucial for their lives!..."

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In this era, since there were no electric lights, when it was dark, except for a few rich people who used candles to illuminate and continue to do things, most of them went to bed. Because they went to bed early, they woke up early in the morning, and often after the rooster crowed, people started to get up and move. However, for the diligent Deonians, most of them got up earlier, and often before dawn and the stars were still flashing in the night, they got up and started to prepare for the work after sunrise. Only children did not like to get up early and had to start washing up under the urging of their parents.

However, 13-year-old Paltrowros got up very early today. After he finished washing up quickly, he helped his mother bake bread, which made her feel very relieved: her son, who has always been naughty, has really grown up after experiencing the invasion of Crotone.

At the dining table, the mother asked again with concern: "Close, do you really want me to send you to school...school?"

Paltrowross shook his head like a rattle: "No! When the bad guys in Crotone came, I was sending letters and calls to the police to several nearby villages alone! Even Uncle Aguilas praised me as a warrior. I am so old, the school is in the city, and I still need you to send it. How embarrassing it would be!"

"But--" As soon as the mother, who was slightly worried, was interrupted by Paltrowcros's father, Parisandolos: "Let him go alone!"

Paris Dolos looked at Patroclus with a serious expression: "When you go to school, you have to listen to the teacher's words, you can do whatever you want. If you don't perform well, I will beat you up!" The illiterate father certainly hopes that his son can write and have a better future, but he is vulgar and cannot say better words of encouragement, so he can only scare the child with his usual tone. However, Patroclus, who often talks back, answered obediently today: "I understand, dad!"

When Parisandolos was surprised, a knock on the door sounded: "Who?"

"It's me."

"It's Uncle Aguilas!" Paltrowros cheered and rushed to open the door immediately.

"Little Cross should go to school today." As soon as Aguilas entered the door, he smiled and touched his head and said, "I brought you a schoolbag, a stylus, a few waxed calligraphy boards, and a folded wooden chair. You can use it to go to school."
Chapter completed!