"This...what should I do?" Leptines began to worry.

Phylistos was about to speak when he saw the slave coming with a letter. He hurriedly opened two letters and asked the slave to take them with the letter Ansitanos had given him: "Sir Ansitanos, see if the handwriting is the same?"

Henipolis also came to the teacher and picked up the letter to compare.

"It's true that the handwriting is very different." Anshitaros nodded and admitted, and Henipolis had nothing to say.

Phylistos passed the letter to several other people.

"This is obviously not written by Lord Phylistos. I know that Adults like to draw a hook in the end of the letter ‘i’ in the signature, and this person writes a straight stick!" Massias said loudly.

Gerolis glanced at Phelistos deeply and spit out a simple word: "No."

Then hand the letter to Ferosanus next to him.

Ferrosanus looked carefully and raised the letter and said directly to Anshitaros: "This is definitely not Feristos' handwriting!"

"Okay, things finally got a little bit." Felistos rubbed his hands, showed a relieved look, and then said with a serious expression: "It seems that someone deliberately pretended to be my name and contacted Polyxis and others as Lord Ansitanos said. It seems to be destroying the order of the Dionysian League, but in fact it is to provoke the relationship between Syracuse and Dionysian countries and attempt to induce war. As for the matter of Hermis, this is more related to the security of Syracuse, we need to conduct a detailed investigation! But no matter what, the source of the troubles caused by Dionysians comes from Syracuse. As the Chief Executive of Syracuse, I have an unshirkable management responsibility! Here, I want to make the most sincere apology to Lord Ansitanos and the Dionysian League!" As he said that, he stood up and bowed to Ansitanos.

Ansitanos sat upright and received his gift.

"At the same time, Syracuse is willing to compensate Dionia for the losses caused to it to show our desire to be close to and friendly with Dionia!" Phylistos continued to express his expectations.

"This is also another important mission for me to be ordered by the Senate to serve as a mission to Syracuse." Ansitanos said solemnly: "The Dionys Alliance is willing to sign an alliance agreement with Syracuse. Not only does it have friendly diplomatic relations, but also prosper in trade. In terms of military security, there are strong barbarians in the mountains of northern Dionys, who have repeatedly threatened our borders. Although Syracuse's strong enemy Carthage suffered repeated defeats, it still has vast territory and huge wealth in the city of Africa, and may make a comeback at any time. Therefore, Dionys is willing to join forces with Syracuse in military cooperation to jointly ensure the security of the Greek city-state in the Western Mediterranean!..."

As soon as Ansitanos said this, the banquet suddenly became quiet.

Anyone with a little political mind can hear the hidden meaning of Ansitanos's words: First, Ansitanos is vaguely reminding everyone here that Carthage is still a powerful enemy of Syracuse and should not be enemies with Dionia anymore; second, Dionya wants to stand in the same position and interact with Syracuse. You must know that at this time, Syracuse is the leader of the Greek city-state in the Western Mediterranean.

"Our powerful Syracuse is not afraid of any enemy now! What is Carthage? If it dares to come once, we will defeat him once!" Massias expressed his disdain for Carthage loudly.

Phylistos applauded and said, "A very good proposal! Lord Ansitanos, don't worry, I will report this to Lord Dionysius and let him make the decision."

"Thank you very much!" Ansitanos also expressed his gratitude.

"Okay! OK! Since the misunderstanding has been clarified, let's continue drinking and talking!" Leptines shouted and raised his glass.

"Mr. Leptines is right. We should all put aside those annoying political affairs. Originally, I wanted to talk to Mr. Ansitanos about how to write history books tonight." Phylistos took over the conversation and said with emotion: "Mr. Ansitanos, I have also thought of writing a book about Sicilian history, but because of the busy political affairs, I can't take time for a while, so I envy you for having time and energy to do what you want."

"Actually, I never dared to write before. Thanks to Lord Davers' encouragement and help..." When talking about history writing, Ansitanos seemed much more enthusiastic: "But although I have written a part now, I have decided to throw it away and write it again."

"Why is this?" Felistos asked curiously.

"Do you know Thucydides?" Ansitanos asked.

Everyone shook their heads and said they didn't know.

"I didn't know either, but after Lord Davers' introduction, I learned about this man. Although he was unknown in the Mediterranean before, I believe that his name will spread throughout Greece in a few years! I even think he is greater than Herodotus!" Ansitanos said with a respectful look on his face.

"He wrote a history book?" Ansitanos was a well-known scholar in Greater Greece, and his praise naturally moved Phylistos.

"Yes. Thucydides was an Athenian, who was a 'Ten Generals', participated in the Peloponnese War, and was later exiled by the Citizens' Congress. He lived in seclusion in Thrace, spending more than 20 years devoted himself to writing about the history of the Peloponnese War... After the war, he returned to Athens. When Lord Davers sent someone to visit him, he was already seriously ill and lay in bed and could not hold his pen. Lord Davers spent a lot of money to copy the original manuscript from his sons and nephews, and brought it back to Turie, and prepared to store it in the soon-to-be-built library.

I read this book seriously. Although it was not completely finished, it was definitely a great historical masterpiece! Thucydides abandoned some of Herodotus' practices and did not write any rumors about oracles, prophecies, etc. in the book, but truthfully described every major event that happened in the Peloponnese War in a time order. As he wrote at the beginning, 'part of what I have recorded is based on my personal experience, part of which is based on the materials provided to me by other witnesses, and I have tried to verify it in the strictest and most careful way possible...'.

Moreover, although he was an Athenian, he did not favor Athens in the book, but recorded Athens, Sparta, and other city-states involved in this war with a completely neutral attitude. Although he said, 'My historical work without anecdotes is probably difficult to attract attention', whenever I think of this book, the scenes of the Peloponnese War come to my mind incredibly real. I think even if time has passed for decades and hundreds of years, people are still willing to read it over and over again to understand the truth of this war. And we scholars who are willing to write history should learn from him and write new history with his historical works as a template, which is why I want to rewritten it!"

After Ansitanos finished speaking extremely seriously, Phylistos could no longer sit still and asked anxiously: "What is the name of this historical book written by Thucydides? Has it been published?"

"I think the History of the Peloponnese War has not been published yet, but it's too soon," said Ansitanos. "If Lord Phelistos is eager to read it, I can copy another copy and send it to you after I go back."

"That's so grateful!" Phylistos thanked repeatedly.

"This is nothing. I'm very happy to see another peer on the road of exploring history!" Ansitanos said sincerely.

"Well said, I also hope to ask Lord Ansitanos for advice in the future and communicate with each other in writing history. Come and have a drink for our friendship!" After saying that, Phylistos raised his wine glass to Ansitanos.

The two drank it all in one go.

Everyone raised their glasses happily and agreed, and the atmosphere became lively.

Phylistos put down his wine glass, wiped the foam from the corner of his mouth, and said enthusiastically: "At this moment, how great would it be if the Thucydides scholar you mentioned were also at the banquet!"

"I think this is impossible." Ansitanos said in a deep voice: "Thucydides, the Athenian, passed away not long ago..."

Phylistos' smile froze on his face and said in a disgusting voice: "What?! He is dead?!"

"Yes, this is the exact news from Athens. I originally wanted to take time to visit him in Athens, but the result..." Ansitanos looked regretful and sad.

"What's so sad! As you say, this Athenian left a great work, and even if he went to the underworld, there would be no regrets." Ferosanus opened his slightly drunk eyes and shouted loudly: "Come on the lyre, I will sing a song for him!"

"It's rare to listen to Ferosanus sing a song!" Gerolis also began to be excited.

At the gesture of Phylistos, the slave brought the lyre.

Ferrosanus, who was a little drunk, took it carefully, tried to play a few notes, and praised: "What a piano!"

As he said that, he jumped lightly and sat directly on the dining table, regardless of the oil stains that stained his clothes.

The female slave next to him quickly moved the food on the table, and he had already begun to pluck the strings. The pleasant music flowed out of his sliding right hand. He was immersed in the music, and then improvised and sang: "In the lonely sky,

Looking for that star that is more dazzling than the sun's light,

What kind of joy in the world can be like walking through the long river of history?

Talk to the hero,

Singing with the Warriors,

The muse offers you a olive crown

Apollo drove a golden carriage,

You're on the bus

…”

Everyone whispered softly, sending their sincere silence and blessings to the Athenian whom they had never met.

This night, the host and the host and the host all had fun.
Chapter completed!