World of Gods

"That being the case, I'll tell Espouros and let him prepare."

Palos closed the magic book and looked in the direction of the Plato students, and saw Larence talking to a tall old man in a low voice.

"Larens, why don't you use your magic to propagate it now, so that the nobles can't hear it?" Escouros whispered.

Larence's eyes lit up and he said, "Yes!"

Larence adjusted his magical beard and coughed gently, "Dear citizens of the city of Athens, we witnessed today the feat destined to be remembered in the history books, a civilian, killed a nobleman, at the city-state race, this is the first time."

A large number of civilians looked towards Larence.

"Su Ye is the champion and hero of the gladiator. But you may not know that he is still a great playwright. This is not my compliment, but Mr. Escuros, the father of tragedy. Praise, he's with me. "

"Tonight, in Municipal Square, a new form of drama will be staged, and the theme of this drama is the struggle between civilians and nobles. Yes, the author of this drama is Su Ye, a magician, a An unyielding fighter, an excellent playwright, and a civilian. On behalf of Master Escuros and all members of the Plato Academy, I invite you tonight to watch the play "Zachary" in the Municipal Square.

"Of course, please also go back to tell your friends and neighbors now and ask them to go to the city hall at night. Because this is the first and maybe the last show of Zachary."

A few civilians lost their thoughts, and most of them nodded quickly.

"Surely support!"

"We must go!"

"For Su Ye!"

"For Su Ye!"

Many civilians shouted.

A few aristocrats turned their heads and looked at the civilians. I don't know why. They always felt that these civilians seemed to have weapons in their hands, armors coming in, and hurried away.

Gladiator room.

Su Ye changed a room and sat quietly with his eyes empty.

Footsteps sounded and the iron door opened.

"This is the previous item. There is no lack of a copper owl." The gold fighter referee held everything in his hands and placed it beside the bed.

"Thank you very much." Su Ye's eyes lightened, and he nodded slightly.

"However, you can't leave this room until Marshal gives an order. Of course, there will be no more magic forbidden areas," the referee said.

"I know."

"We will deliver the meal to you on time. I hope you have a peaceful time here." The referee nodded slightly and turned to leave.

No locks.

Su Ye looked at the iron gate, a faint smile appeared on his face, and opened the magic book.

Dense magic letters piled together.

Su Ye first opened Palos's.

"I will guarantee that" Zachary "will be performed as scheduled."

Su Ye looked at Paros's letter, smiled slightly, and replied: "Thank you, but unfortunately I can't watch it with you. I will invite you again in the next performance."

"it is good!"

Su Ye slowly flipped through the magic book.

Not only are there students from Plato College, not only those from the Little Magic Academy, but also letters from some famous magicians.

Either congratulate, praise, or sympathize, or encourage.

After looking at Su Ye, she smiled.

After a long time, open the magic book and preview tomorrow's lesson.

The lobby of the Rollon family.

The old Turner told the story in detail, and even Su Ye's words did not fall into a word.

"Say it again." Leobo sat in his chair, looking as usual.

Old Turner repeated again.

After listening calmly, Leobo slowly stood up, turned around, and stroked only half of the back of the chair gently, his right hand trembling.

"This half of the chair back was originally reserved for you."

After speaking, Leobo turned back and looked at the clear sky outside.

"Take my war spear."

"Master, he is Athena's supporter, if you do ..."

"Rolon is my grandson."

"but……"

Leobo's gaze fell on Old Turner.

The old Turner trembled, lowered his head, and turned to walk away.

A shadow flew down, blocking the door.

"It's been a long time, my old friend." Larence held the staff and looked at Leobo inside.

The old Turner froze, and slowly backed away.

Leobo stared at Larence.

Both eyes stared at each other.

"You already know?" Leobo asked.

"I knew it already." Larence.

"His heart is still so hard."

In Leobo's eyes, the ups and downs.

"You can't move the Soviet Union now," Larence said.

"Let me be the whetstone of his sanctuary?" Leobo's face appeared with ridicule of ridicule.

"After the sanctuary, we will not stop you," Larence said.

"I will wait." Leobo finished and slowly sat down.

Larence turned and left.

"You will wait." A strange smile appeared in the corner of Larence's mouth.

The sun is gradually setting in.

Throughout the city, a name continues to spread.

"Have you heard of it? A civilian named Su Ye killed the nobleman of the legendary family and was in the city-state competition ..."

"Su Ye wrote a drama and will perform at the Municipal Square tonight. Don't miss it ..."

"Su Ye is really good. Unfortunately, Aresian won't erect a statue for him in the municipal square. If he erects a statue for him, I must touch it. If you don't touch the statue's head, it means attack; if you don't touch the statue's shoulder, it means despise .Do not touch the arm of the statue, that representative praises. Touch the instep of the statue, because I should bow down and salute. "

"Real civilian hero ..."

Whether it's the temple area, the aristocracy area, the workshop area, the civilian area, the slave area or the dock area, the entire city of Athens is discussing the same person.

As the sun was about to set, people from all directions flocked to the Avenue of the Goddess of Wisdom and headed for the Municipal Square.

This time, without Solon's shout and without the sound of a magical beard, many people seemed to agree in advance.

The setting sun was yellow, and gold was dissolved all over the place.

The drama has not yet begun, and many audiences spontaneously go to ask those who set up the stage if they need help.

Under the power of the magicians and fighters of the Plato Academy, the stage was quickly completed, and it was unimaginable.

Several masters are behind the stage, and magic is connected to the set and curtain to change the stage.

Not far from the stage, there are rows of bronze statues.

Every city-state champion will have his own place there.

There is now a new statue there, even with the strange smell of bronze just cooling.

It was a statue of Su Ye, holding a three-section staff, wearing a robe, and quietly looking ahead.

Exactly the same as a real person.

Statue back to sunset.

When the shadow of the Acropolis Hill and the Athena Colossus shrouded the Municipal Square, the Municipal Square was crowded with people from all over Athens.

There are a large number of magicians and warriors, workers coming from the workshops, civilians everywhere, some slaves who can move freely, and foreign merchants with unique clothes.

Sigrud leaned his arms on his chest, leaned against the wall, and looked at the stage.

In a room on the edge of the square, Paros opened the window and looked sideways at the stage.

The afterglow shone in, leaving a pale orange-red on the blue lake.

Red-eyed Holt and many Plato students are in the middle of the stage.

Students are whispering.

"Su Ye is destined not to be convicted of death. It should be exile, but the nobles will not let him go."

"When the verdict comes tomorrow, we get together and try to discuss how to help Su Ye."

"Okay, I'll organize it!" Jimmy said.

Albert glanced down and lowered his head.

Between the students of Plato Academy and the stage, there are many older people sitting in the best viewing position.

Nearby viewers kept looking at them with respect.

Those were either famous poets or famous playwrights in Athens.

Aesculos, Sophocles, Euripides, Aristophanes, etc. are among them.

If the mountains are listed, people look up.

A roof on the edge of the municipal square is full of slant beds and tables. The table was lined with wine, and more than a dozen young aristocrats were lying on the inclined bed, drinking wine and chatting while looking out the window.

"Andre, we know that you have always loved dramas and often watched performances, but the author of this play is Su Ye, why do you come to see them?" The talking Chard looked lightly, with a combination of hawk nose and deep eye sockets Make his looks too gloomy.

"I'm not here for Su Ye, I'm here for those drama masters. There must be something special about a drama that has been praised by Escurosus." Andrea's gray-green eyes were smiling. .

"But we should stop it. This is Su Ye's drama, which is likely to attack the aristocracy. If you think about his performance in the field today, he is biting each of us like a crazy dog."

Anderle smiled and said, "The magician Su Ye is the magician Su Ye, and the dramatist Su Ye is a different person. We can't because he is a civilian, he is a magician, he is killing Luo Long The murderer of the game denied this drama. If this drama is really bad, we must watch it quietly before we judge it. "

"You are really a wise man. We think that your success comes from good luck, but now we understand that your success comes from wisdom and broad minds," Boris praised.

The crowd nodded gently.

"Although I am a warrior and do not like magicians, I have always respected great magicians like Plato. Your future is unlimited."

"I heard that someone wanted to stop the play, but Pellion ’s housekeeper, Pearce, came in person, and officials in charge had to keep the play going ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ There is a recent rumor that When Princess Palos graduates, the Pandion family may look for her. "

All the young aristocrats looked at each other, and at last they looked towards Andrea.

"I heard that Princess Paros came to see the play."

"She and Su Ye seem to be walking very close."

"So Su Ye must die." Chard finished, staring at Andrea.

There was a smile in Andrea's mouth.

"Today I only watch dramas, and appreciate only great art, earthly strife, feelings of hatred, and chaotic emotions. We should not bring them to the scene, and we should not insult the great drama. After we toast, we watch the drama sober No matter who the author is. "Andrei finished toasting.

"Cheers!"

The curtain opened.

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