Greece brings evildoers

On the way, the three of Lorne, who concealed their identities with the divinity of memory, rushed to Sparta like lightning.

The towns and prosperous trade along the way surprised the brothers Pollux and Castor.

First of all, in order to isolate hedonism and maintain the martial spirit, Sparta's urbanization was not high, and many places had a primitive village style.

Secondly, in order to prevent the internal division of wealth and poverty, pure-blood Spartans were not allowed to engage in other livelihoods except military affairs. They did not use gold and silver as currency, only low-value copper coins, so commerce was not developed.

But everything in front of them was incompatible with the Sparta in their memory. If they were not sure that they were not going wrong, they would have thought they had arrived in Athens.

As they approached the royal city, the two brothers almost dropped their jaws when they looked at the emerging villages outside the city, the young men and women coming in and out of the villages, and the large hole that had been filled in outside the village.

Lorne saw the difference in the two brothers' expressions and couldn't help but ask:

"What's wrong?"

"That's not right. Who is so bold as to destroy the abandoned baby farm?"

The two brothers murmured in reply, their faces full of disbelief.

Through insinuations, Lorne learned about another Spartan tradition from the two brothers.

In order to maintain the purity of their bloodline, the Spartans implemented a strict physical examination system, and only healthy newborns were allowed to be raised. Therefore, when the baby is born, it will be taken to the elders for examination. If the baby is weak or disabled, the newborn will be thrown into an abandoned baby dump outside the city; similarly, the mother will also bathe the baby with strong alcohol. If he has convulsions or falls unconscious, which proves that he is not physically strong, he is left to die because he cannot possibly grow into a good warrior.

Then, until the boy is 7 years old, he is raised by his parents. Parents have paid attention to cultivating the habit of not crying, not being picky about food, not being noisy, not afraid of darkness, and not afraid of loneliness since childhood. Boys after the age of 7 are organized into teams to live a collective military life. They require absolute obedience to the leader and the enhancement of courage, physical strength and cruelty. They practice running, discus throwing, boxing, fencing and fighting. Young men and women also learn to read, write, dance, etc. In order to train children's obedience and patience, they are whipped once a year during festivals to worship gods. They knelt in front of the temple, and the hot whips fell like raindrops, but they were not allowed to beg for mercy, shout, or even make a sound.

It is not until around the age of 20 that they officially complete training and become a qualified Spartan warrior.

In this process, once a child is eliminated, or becomes disabled or quits because he cannot bear the ordeal of training, he will also be deprived of his citizenship and rights, driven out of the city, and left to fend for himself.

Although this method of selection and training is cruel, it also ensures that every Spartan warrior is as good as one against a hundred.

But now, someone dared to violate this iron law that Spartans silently observed and filled up the abandoned baby yard outside the city.

Lorne glanced at the village outside the royal city and pointed thoughtfully at the young men and women in the village:

"Those abandoned babies and eliminated people you are talking about should be them. If you want to know who did these things, you might as well ask."

The Spartan twins nodded, pretending to be strangers who had just arrived, and after chatting with several villagers in the village for a while, they returned to Lorne with a heavy heart and reported:

"It's Helen..."

"Building towns, developing trade, and abolishing baby dumps were all done by her after taking charge."

Lorne nodded calmly, obviously not surprised by the result.

Whether it is enduring hardship, banning trade, or abandoning babies, it often only affects the lower class.

As the biggest beneficiaries of these regulations, the divine-blood nobles of Sparta would naturally not be so kind as to abolish the old customs. It seems that only Helen, who has received systematic education from the Academy of Athens and has a kind heart, is willing to do such a laborious job. Something to please.

But doing so will inevitably arouse dissatisfaction among the upper class.

"It's too reckless. The elders and supervisors will definitely not let it go..."

The Spartan twins who looked at each other were obviously aware of this, and couldn't help but frown and murmur.

Sparta was a military city-state ruled by divine-blood nobles. Its main authority consists of the king, the council of elders and the censor. There are two kings, hereditary from two families. In peacetime, they preside over national sacrifices and handle cases involving family law. During the war, one king went out to lead the troops to fight, and another king stayed in the city-state. The two kings checked and balanced each other.

The Elders Council is the highest authority, with a total of 30 members. Except for the two kings, the remaining 28 people are selected from the prestigious older divine blood warriors. The term of office is lifelong. If there is a vacancy, a by-election must still be made from the original bloodline. These elders from various divine blood families not only have the power to propose proposals, but also jointly form the highest judicial authority, which hears all civil, criminal and state cases.

In addition, there are five censors, who are publicly elected by all Spartans. Any Spartan citizen who has reached adulthood and has made meritorious deeds can be elected. Their duty is to supervise the king, try the king's wrongdoings, and monitor the lives of citizens.

In the midst of mutual checks and balances, even the real King of Sparta had to consider the consequences when making these decisions. What's more, Helen was only a princess with temporary royal power, and she actually broke so many iron laws during her reign.

As the elder brothers and the original heirs to the throne, the brothers simply could not imagine how their sister Helen, who had been protected behind them, stabilized the domestic situation and how she broke through all the obstacles during the two hundred years after they left and their parents died. , which led Sparta to change.

Similarly, Lorne looked at the villages standing on the abandoned baby field and the men and women living in the villages, and expressed his heartfelt emotion:

"Helen is amazing..."

Regardless of the gains and losses of urbanization and commerce, just the abolition of abandoned baby dumps has saved the lives of countless children and given them a way to survive after being abandoned.

This act of kindness was enough to make Lorne look at the little girl who used to follow him with admiration and respect.

When the two brothers heard this, they smiled bitterly.

"Although we think so too, I'm afraid the divine blood nobles in the city don't think so."

"Guessed it..."

Lorne nodded and looked at Sparta City ahead with a sneer.

"Otherwise, how would the regular army of Mycenae know the whereabouts of Gogo and that team of messengers? How could King Agamemnon, who was obviously coming with bad intentions, be invited into the city?"

The two brothers were stunned when they heard this, and then they realized that along the way, Sparta did not feel nervous when the enemy came to the door.

Moreover, King Agamemnon and a group of divine blood guards led by him were not outside the city, and seemed to have been introduced into the city.

The gaze in Lorne's eyes flickered slightly, and he expressed the essence of this crisis in one sentence:

"It seems that the Presbyterian Council and the Ombudsman have had a lot of opinions on your sister over the years."    "So what? It's just for the public good! In comparison, these old guys who collude with foreign enemies for personal gain deserve to die even more!"

The two brothers snorted grimly and did not hesitate to stand up for their sister.

Seeing this, Lorne nodded with satisfaction.

To be fair, the measures implemented during Helen's administration were all good. He did not want to see the two brothers killing each other for the sake of the so-called "tradition" and "iron law."

At this time, the two brothers, who were worried about their sister, directly drew their daggers with a menacing look.

"Let's go into the city!"

"Don't worry, there are many people and distractions during the day, so it's better to wait until night before taking action."

Lorne comforted them in a deep voice, and persuaded the two indignant brothers to hide outside the city together, waiting for the arrival of night.

The sun sets and the bright moon rises in the east.

Three figures blending into the night quietly crossed the high wall of Sparta City and jumped into a secluded alley.

Not long after, dozens more vigorous figures jumped in.

Two ten-man teams responsible for night patrol and security alternately walked past the scene of the crime several times, but found no sign of any outsiders intruding.

At the same time, the three people who had easily sneaked into the inner city were looking for directions in the shadows.

Castor, the more grumpy of the twins, looked at the empty streets and the teams patrolling blind spots, and couldn't help cursing:

"What do city defense officers do for a living? These patrol routes and light and dark sentry posts are full of loopholes. If I were in power, I would definitely kill them all!"

"Okay, let Helen make room for you later and see if you dare to take action."

Pollux laughed and cursed to tease his brother. The hand that clenched and unclenched on the hilt of the sword from time to time revealed the uneasiness in his heart.

Returning to their hometown after two hundred years, their parents have passed away and their hometown has changed beyond recognition. No matter how strong their nerves are, they cannot really be calm.

As the person who personally took them out to sea, Lorne felt a sense of guilt in his heart and was the first to speak to break the silence:

"Where is the Temple of the Moon? Go there first to confirm Helen's safety!"

"southeast!"

Pollux raised his hand and pointed to the ancient and majestic outline of the southeast corner of the inner city according to his past memories.

As if to confirm his statement, the temple-like building received the moonlight falling from the sky. The runes engraved on the door and the outer wall flickered rhythmically, and the layers of dizzy light would appear every once in a while. Radiation spreads to the surroundings regularly, playing a role in warning and inspection.

After confirming the location of the target, Lorne nodded, and before leaving, he did not forget to remind the two brothers again and again:

"Remember, it's hard to tell friends and foes in the city now. Don't reveal your identity easily without my permission."

"good!"

The two brothers agreed wholeheartedly, and then rushed out of the shadows and headed straight for the Moon Temple in the southeast corner.

Lorne shook his head helplessly and followed quickly.

Tens of breaths later, the three of them bypassed the magic patrol and arrived outside the temple.

In the dim temple, a bean-like holy fire seemed to sense an unusual aura and swayed violently. The graceful figure who was kneeling in front of the altar shrank her pupils sharply, stood up suddenly, and looked out the door warily, as if facing a formidable enemy:

"who?"

"It's...it's us..."

A slightly trembling voice came from the shadows. Castor and Pollux looked at the face that had not changed at all in their memory and walked into the hall in unison.

Saying it means not saying it...

Seeing this situation, Lorne helplessly cursed, and then opened the barrier to create a safe environment for the three brothers and sisters to reunite.

The two Spartan brothers looked grateful, then opened their arms and looked excitedly at their sister who was running towards them:

"Helen, let's come back..."

"Bang"

The graceful figure passed through the two of them like the wind, like a nestling swallow crashing into a warm chest, burying her head and murmuring tears of joy.

"Lord Lorne, it's really you...it turns out I'm not dreaming!"

The two Spartan brothers stood there hugging each other, their facial muscles twitching slightly, and then turned their heads and looked at their sister who wanted a lover instead of a brother with a complex and resentful look.

Yeah, this love-brained person is definitely me.