Criand finally agreed to the mercenary's request to enter the city with weapons. Davers asked the soldiers to wrap the weapons with cloth. It was not the main reason. The half Talent silver given to Criand that Bulcos gave Criand was the key to opening the city gate. After Davers knew the truth, he had to sigh: The Spartans, who lived a simple life, also began to accept bribes!

The next morning, the leaders, team officers and soldiers of the mercenaries came to see off the team that was about to travel.

As a comrade-in-arms who had fought together for a year in trouble, not only soldiers, but also team officials and leaders all expressed their sincere blessings. Even Timasong, who did not like Davers at first, gave Davers a powerful hug: "If I were a few years younger, I would go to Greater Greece with you."

"You are not old now," Davers smiled.

Timasong pointed to his chest: "It's old here, I just want to go home! In short, I hope you will come back alive! And-" Timasong took a deep breath and whispered: "Thank you for your great help. If it weren't for you, we would have died more people!"

"This is the result of our efforts together! It is my honor to be able to fight with you!" Davers said modestly.

"It should be said that it is my honor. May Zeus bless you with everything going well!" Timasong said sincerely.

"So too! I hope we can meet again!" Davers waved his hand and said goodbye to him.

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After Timasong, Kriano, Zantiparis and others led the soldiers back a few hundred meters, the gates of Byzantine opened and Davers led his army into Byzantine city.

Zantiparis sighed: "Time flies so fast, it's finally time to part! The scene where Davers was elected leader to speak on stage seemed to have happened yesterday!"

Zantiparis's words aroused the sentimentality of several leaders: more than half a year of fighting side by side, and at this time, they were finally going to go their separate ways.

Several people silently looked at the Byzantine city until the gate was closed.

At this time, the messenger Thormid said, "Do you think Davers is really the favor of Hades?"

"If not, then he is a very capable leader. But a strong leader, and he is so young, have you ever seen him before?" Timasong asked back. He would rather admit that Davers is a god-loving person than admit in person that Davers is indeed stronger than them.

Criano and Zantiparis shook their heads.

"I think I would regret it when I know that Davers has gone to Great Greece. Some time ago, you all saw it. Davers obviously wanted Davers to be a VIP of Sparta, and before leaving, Toanak West, took care of him. Unfortunately, ANSWS underestimated this young man, and Davers would rather go to Great Greece than Sparta." Kriano said gloatingly.

"No one likes Sparta, they are too domineering!" Timasong's words resonated with everyone.

"But why did Hieronius choose to go to Greater Greece?" Thormid asked.

"It's not that Athenian!" Timasong raised his eyebrows: "The soldiers re-elected the leader in Cinopol, but Hironimus lost his position as the leader, and instead let the verbal Serephin sit on it. He might have wanted to stay away from here and go to Great Greece to prove himself."

"It's great not to be a leader, at least there are not so many things to worry about. However, we can go home easily soon!" Zantiparis said, which also caused several others to be moved.

Perhaps they realized that there was not much time for the next party, so the four of them saluted solemnly, then turned their horses and galloped towards their respective barracks.

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Spartan soldiers were fully armed and arranged on both sides of the street. Under the surveillance of their shaky guns, Davers' troops lined up to the port.

The mercenaries tried not to look at the Spartan soldiers on both sides of the street and the Byzantine people behind them, and looked straight ahead and moved forward in a neither humble nor arrogant manner.

"Damn mercenary, get out!" A Byzantine suddenly roared, throwing a rotten date at Daphs who was walking in the front, breaking the previous calm.

"Get out of Byzantium!"

"robber!"

"Thief!"

"The gods will punish you and prevent you from dying well!"

...

The Byzantine people were cursing and kept throwing debris at the mercenaries walking in the middle of the road.

Although Davers had predicted it in advance and had warned the mercenaries, he felt the danger, protected his head with one hand, and shouted urgently: "Assisters, lead your messenger, go and tell every team official that his soldiers must be strictly controlled and they must not leave the team!"

Davers' order came very timely, and some of the newly joined mercenaries began to be angry. If it weren't for the fully armed Spartan warriors on the roadside, they would have rushed up and fought with the Byzantine people.

The team officials ran up and down to stop them from making mistakes. Davers also ordered at the right time: "The whole army ran forward!"

...

Kriand stood on the rooftop platform of the official residence and looked down at the mercenaries passing through the streets. He was surprised to see that these scattered and undisciplined mercenaries were able to restrain themselves and did not conflict with the Byzantine people, which made his plan to confiscate the mercenary weapons vain.

"Who is the leader of this mercenary?" he asked casually.

"It seems to be...Davs." The adjutant thought for a while and replied.

Davers Kriand felt that the name was a bit familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had heard it: "The mercenaries he led were pretty good."

"Sir, do you want to stop them?"

"Forget it." Kriand waved his hand. He accepted the bribe from the merchant Turiyi. The reason why he designed this small conspiracy was that once a conflict occurred, he could naturally confiscate the weapons of the mercenaries to block the mouths of his subordinates.

The mercenaries resisted humiliation, suppressed their anger, and accelerated their marching, wishing they could reach the port in just a few steps.

After the mercenaries and slave women boarded the ship separately, everything was arranged. After the fleet of fifty-seven merchant ships left the Byzantine port, the soldiers began to curse. Even Ascesters, a good-tempered temper, could not help but shout: "Byzantines, one day - one day I will repay this humiliation!"

Davers ignored how the soldiers vented their anger. He stood quietly at the stern of the boat, watching the city of Byzantine disappear below the horizontal line...

The fleet entered the Marmara Sea, then turned around and headed south. Halfway through the journey, it was intercepted by more than a dozen Spartan warships coming towards it.

Bulcos had to let his boat go over and get on the Spartan flagship in person, asking the Spartans to let go.

After a while, he asked his men to carry a large box to the warship.

After waiting for about an hour, he and his men returned to the boat. He breathed a sigh of relief and issued an order: "You can go."

"What the hell is going on?" Davers asked curiously.

"The Spartans now control this strait, and any large fleet will be subject to his investigation when passing here, especially since I hired you from Byzantium." Bulkos said, taking the water cup handed over by his subordinates.

"Why is this?" Davers was even more curious.

"Since Sparta defeated Athens and controlled the Aegean Sea, there was a regulation that, 'If any city-state wants to hire soldiers within the sphere of influence, it must obtain their permission.' And Byzantium is now occupied by Sparta, of course, it also belongs to the sphere of influence. In the Greater Greek region, only Dionysius of Syracuse had received Sparta's permission and could hire soldiers in Sparta for a long time, or even in the local area."

"Dionisius?"

"A tyrant of Syracuse, a dictator!" Burkos said in disgust, obviously not a good impression of him, while Davers remembered the name.

"Fortunately, the situation was special. I convinced the Spartan Elders Council to issue a certificate of employment." Bulcos took a sip of water and sighed: "Even if that's the case, I have to spend half a Taranto to clear it. Alas... Why are the Spartan generals so greedy now!"

He looked at Davers and said, "I hope you will prove that my spending is worth it with your next performance on the battlefield!"

"You'll see!" Davers said seriously.

At this time, someone on the opposite warship shouted: "Daves! Davers!"

Note: In this chapter, the story of Davers in Persia came to an end. Does he have any intersection with mercenary leaders such as Timason, Criano, and Persian governor Tissofnis and Ojontas?
Chapter completed!