Mediterranean Hegemon of Ancient Greece

"Persian, shut up! When your wife and children are fighting again, I have not treated them badly!" Melsis said angrily.

"Mersis, you really just let these ten picks... pick up...?" Klystoya blushes and asks seriously.

Melsis knew that there was no such thing as people. He had to say: "There are still some women who robbed their soldiers and died. They lost their pillars and were unwilling to work dirty and tired. I feel that it is easy to make money. After all, our food is preferentially distributed to the soldiers. They are also trying to survive..."

"Then why don't you put them?" asked Clithista.

"Let them, where can they go? They have already left their hometown for hundreds or thousands of miles! They can't go back. Instead of being captured by the city-states and tribes along the way, they are also slaves. It's better to stay in the same place. Our military camp, at least can live a little better..." Melsis said with a sorrow.

"This is the sin of the soldiers!" Daves sighed and grabbed the sadly Christoya with his hand and said, "Mersis, you don't have to force them... I see this. We provide them with food for free. When we find a place to settle in Great Greece, we will marry them to the soldiers... In the future, our soldiers will not plunder again, because we will not be mercenaries any more!"

"The leader, you are kind!" Melsis hurriedly praised, and quickly left, he did not want to face the eyes of Christovia.

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As time went by, the news from the west was worrying day by day. The camps of the Lucanians in the west of the mountains were expanding day by day, while the Turais working on the plains of the Siberian plain on the northern bank of the Krati River were increasingly Rarely... Until ten days later, Lucanian spies appeared on the outskirts of Turui, causing a panic among the people in the city. The generals of the city hall knew that the Lukanians’ offense was coming, they must do well. ready.

Therefore, Burkes carried the mission and took a boat to the simple pier of the Krati estuary (the bad habits of the Greeks, as long as they can take a boat, they will never walk).

On the shore, Burkes found that it was significantly more popular than the rest of the Sebari Plain. The people in twos and threes walked on a sturdy wide dirt road, and the road led to a large earthen wall.

"What is that?" Burkes asked Moras.

"It's a market built by the mercenaries I told you last time."

When Moras told him, he didn't care. At this moment, he came to the interest, anyway, to the mercenary camp to go through this market, it would not take much time to go in and see.

Not yet at the door of the market, the buzzing voice inside filled the ears. At the door stood two beautiful women dressed in beautiful and pretty, slim, and they knew that they were not Greeks, but the Greek language was spoken: "Noble guests, welcome! Are you coming for the first time?"

Moras nodded and nodded.

"If you are coming to sell something, there is a wooden house after entering the door. It is our market management room. You can find the person in charge to pick the booth for you, but it costs a little."

“What is the cost?” Burkes asked urgently.

"One Opel a day."

The price is very cheap, but the mercenaries actually use the land of Turui to make money! Burkes was a little angry.

"But now the booth is full, you can only come back tomorrow."

This broken place is so popular! Burkes was shocked and tempted: "If I have more money, can I squeeze a booth out?"

"Premier guests, we charge this fee, not to make money, we are to maintain the order of this market, the help for you has far exceeded the value of an Opal, we just hope that the stall owners can Take advantage of the value of the booth and earn more than one Opel money every day!"

If a modern person would be very familiar with this, but Burkes and Moras were completely stupid.

Just listen to the woman and continue: "If you are coming to buy something, there is a wooden sign on the door of the market management room, which says that we have a small request for each customer in the market, I hope you can abide by it. If you are involved in fraud or disputes during the sale, you can go to the market management office for help, they will help you solve it..."

Burkes and Moras are also considered to be very knowledgeable. At this moment, they are somewhat dizzy by the woman’s remarks. In the Greek city-states they have been to, they have never heard of such a reason for businessmen and customers. The market, with strong curiosity, they came to the market management office.

This is a simple wooden house that opens a large window in the direction of the market. Several people sitting at the window are politely coming forward to ask the customer to answer questions.

"Hello! Is there any problem that we need to solve?" A dark-skinned, thin-skinned Egyptian is very polite to ask Moras, who is looking through the window.

Moras just had to give a few words. Someone in the room shouted: "Bulkes, welcome you!" A middle-aged man with brown hair, long beard and golden hook nose opened the door and greeted enthusiastically.

"You are?" Burkes saw that he felt familiar.

"Daveus leader's business officer, my name is Mariji." Mariji did not modestly put Daves on his official position to himself.

Burkes did not pay attention to what he said. He first corrected and said, "No! Please don't call me an adult! I am just an ordinary citizen of Turui." Then, curiously asked: "Are you Persian?"

"Yes." Mariji not only did not avoid, but was somewhat content.

"You can have any ethnic people here!" Burkes said with a sigh, then pointed at the things placed on the "window" and curiously asked: "What are these weighing devices placed here? use?"

“If a customer feels that they are not enough to buy anything, such as olive oil and sea fish...etc.~www.wuxiaspot.com~ He can take them here to weigh, but once found out, the managers will find Buyers, penalize them, in serious cases will cancel their booth, no longer allow him to enter the market."

"Well, yes, very thoughtful. Have you ever had such a thing?" Burkes said faintly. Although he feels that the mercenary does not have the right to punish anyone on the land of Turui, he believes that it is best to talk to their leader.

"Only once, after the punishment, no similar things happened." Mariji looked at him and said carefully.

"You write on the board that 'do not allow spitting, littering, buyers must keep the booth clean and tidy,' why should you emphasize this?! There is no such requirement in all the city-state markets I have visited, including Athens. Agora!" This is the most interesting place for Burkes.

"This is the advice of the leader of Daves. He said that 'the market is a crowded place, and it is also a place where garbage and sewage are rampant. It is not only stinky, it is uncomfortable, but it also attracts a lot of Fly mosquitoes can affect everyone's mood of buying and selling things, and the most important thing is to cause the disease to happen!'" Mariji said cautiously.

"Is it so serious?!" Burkes was a little surprised.

"The leader is the **** of Hades. Of course, his words cannot be ignored! We not only remind customers, we also have ten slaves and clean the whole market without interruption. I can say that our market is simple, clean. The degree is cleaner than any city's market! With so much sweat and effort, I will charge a little bit of money.” Marji made a quiet explanation for himself.

Burkes breathed a fresh air, looking down at the flat ground, thoughtful.