After a long time, Davers' expression became determined: "When I defeat Persia and return in triumph, I will abdicate and you will take over and become the second king of the Holy Kingdom of Dionys!"

Crotokatax was shocked when he heard this: "Father, you are in good spirits, healthy and have never had a serious illness. The doctor said that you can live for hundreds of years. Why did you suddenly say you want to abdicate?! Please dispel this ridiculous idea, I will never agree with my child!..."

He seemed very excited, even a little frightened, and almost knelt down for Davers.

Davers looked at him kindly and said comfortingly: "Child, I know you are very filial, but my idea was not on a whim. I have been thinking about it for a long time..."

Davers stretched out his hand again, gently pressed his son's broad shoulders, and said with emotion: "I have gone from a poor mercenary to the king of the powerful Mediterranean kingdom. In addition to the blessing of Hades, all I rely on is hard work - perseverance! From fear of fighting to personally leading soldiers to charging, from not understanding war to understanding war, from being unfamiliar with political affairs to being familiar with all aspects of the kingdom... For more than 30 years, I have never dared to relax for a moment, and have always been alerting myself to work hard! Work hard! Otherwise, everything I have obtained before will be vain!... Now the kingdom's political situation is stable, and the great cause of unifying the Mediterranean is about to be completed, and I have nothing to worry about!"

Davers pounded his legs with his other hand and said softly: "You think I'm in good health, that's an illusion. In recent years, I often can't eat because of stomachache, and my joints on my shoulders and knees often hurt... These are all problems left when I was fighting in the past. I'm old... not only isn't energy weak, but my memory is also declining. I often fall asleep while reviewing documents, and sometimes I forget some important things..."

As Crotokataks listened, he felt sad and said anxiously with red eyes: "Father, you don't have to be as tired as before. The child has grown up. The child can share a lot of affairs for you. You just need to continue to grasp the direction of your progress for the kingdom! No need-"

Davers interrupted him with a smile: "Croto, I have worked hard for most of my life and I really want to live a simple and leisurely life. I have no worries about chatting and laughing with my old friends, and I have no worries about going around to see Athens, Sparta, Carthage, Byzantium... Of course, I have to bring your two mothers with me... I have not known for so many years that every time I go on a war, your mothers are worried about me day and night! I don't know that I am dealing with political affairs in the palace until late at night, and your mothers are staying up late to wait..."

Davers said emotionally: "I owe them a lot and want to use the short time of the rest of my life to compensate them. Cloto, will you give me this opportunity?"

"Father..." Crotokatax hesitated.

Davers smiled freely and said seriously: "The reason why I want to abdicate is to set an example for us. The Davers family of Hades. When people get old, their thoughts are prone to become rigid, conservative, and stubborn. This is nothing for ordinary people, but for a kingdom, it is not conducive to the development of the kingdom!

Let the heirs ascend the throne earlier, accumulate more experience, and if there is a problem, the father and son can still discuss it. This is beneficial to the entire kingdom... There has never been a long-lasting kingdom. Let the successors exercise more and fewer fools. Our Hades Davers family may be able to persist in it..."

"Maybe this is just a naive idea of ​​mine." Davers smiled again and said earnestly: "Let us focus on the moment. Even if Persia is defeated by us in the future and the kingdom controls the entire Mediterranean, there are still many problems facing Dionia, just like what you have always been worried about how to change the national policy of establishing a country with force, so that the kingdom will develop more steadily, and how to make the regional forces covering the entire Mediterranean increasingly integrate into the kingdom without division...

Also, even without Persia, Carthage will never be short of future enemies of the Kingdom, such as the Gauls who live in the vast territory north of the Alps, and the more savage and fierce Germans living in the dense forests north of the Gauls... These problems need to be faced, and some problems will continue to the next generation of Chris and theirs, and even further away, so don't hurry, take your time..."

"Father--" Crotokatax was excited and wanted to say something else.

Davers waved his hand again and interrupted: "Okay, we've been out for a long time. It's time to go back to the banquet. Don't worry everyone! Remember, this matter must be kept absolutely confidential!"

Crotokatax was in agitation in his heart, and he could only squeeze out a grievance: "Yes..."

Davers stood up, pushed open the study door, looked at the heavy night outside, and seemed to have taken off his burden, and said in a relaxed tone: "We will appreciate the sports meeting in the next few days while waiting for news from Afilica."

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The wonderful performance of the Dionia Games on the first day ignited the passion of the contestants and the audience, and the following competition was in full swing. For all the people in Turiyi, they seemed to be attending a celebration every day, cheering wildly on the edge of the arena, and drinking and celebrating in the restaurant after the competition...

But in this celebratory atmosphere, ordinary people had no idea that the delegation of Egyptian envoys encountered a sea storm, and no one knew that early in the second day of the opening ceremony, King Davers called Alistilas, the head of the intelligence department, to the study of the mansion and had a secret talk.

On the 5th day of the competition, the final of individual archery was being held in the archery venue west of Turiyi. The contestants who entered the finals were Mecca Kiddes in Crete and Stacipurs in Dionya Turiyi region.

Both sides have set up three rounds of prescribed, with a total of nine arrows, waiting for the referee to calculate the results.

In fact, every round of shooting, the target reporter would take the round wooden board with arrows and show it to the contestants and the audience to show the fairness of the competition, so both the contestants and the audience generally knew the results of the competition. But when the referee announced loudly: "Crete's Mecca Kiddes, 86 Ring; Turiyi's Stacipus, 86!", a sound of regret sounded in the audience, but then he clapped warmly.

At the beginning of the archery competition, there were not many spectators watching the competition. More than half of the spectators watched this event that had never appeared in other sports events with a curious attitude. Many even had to buy tickets to other sports events because they could not buy tickets to other sports events. They had no choice but to buy tickets to archery venues to experience the real atmosphere of the sports meeting.

However, the clever setting of the archery schedule by the preparatory group and the quiet but exciting competition style that archery is unique to other fierce competitive events have gradually attracted a large number of fans, and by the finals it is hard to get a ticket.

"The two sides tied, so there was a round of extra games!" As soon as the referee finished speaking, the audience began to cheer. Of course they were happy with more games, and most of the audience were cheering for Stacipurs. After all, Stacipurs was a Turie, and among the few people cheering for Mecca Kiddes, Silitios called the most.

Silitios was eliminated in the 100-meter semi-final the day before yesterday. He was not too frustrated, but he had no confidence in winning the championship. On the contrary, because his performance was eye-catching a few days ago, someone contacted him privately and expressed his willingness to marry his daughter to him.

But there are no citizens of Dionian among these people. The reason is very simple: most young women in Dionian received the orthodox education of Dionian schools since childhood. Most of them were knowledgeable, wise, open-minded women. Just handsome faces and bodybuilding could not completely attract them. What's more, the trend of Dionian society at this time was to respect heroes on the battlefield, down-to-earth and capable officials, and knowledgeable scholars. Cilitios was not even a citizen of Dionian, but just a Greek from a barren island. The young women in Dionian became the overlord of the Greek world because the kingdom became the overlord of the Greek world, and their pride was endless, so they would not have any considerations in this regard.

Cilitios jumped and shouted in the audience, which did not affect Mecca Kiddes. He focused all his attention on his opponent: this was an elderly citizen of Dionia, but he could not see any signs of gaining weight. Instead, his body was burly and well-proportioned, his short hair was beardless, his eyes were sharp and energetic, and he looked calm and capable.

When he found Mecca Kiddes looking at him, the player named Stacipus also turned his head and smiled at him. There was a kind of demeanor when he raised his hands and feet, which made Mecca Kiddes feel a little nervous.

"The competition begins, please prepare for both sides!" The referee's shout made Mecca Kiddes retract his mind. He took a competition arrow from the staff beside him, put it on the bowstring, then took a deep breath, and then slowly exhaled it. The distracting thoughts in his heart were also discharged from his body with the breath. He slowly raised the bow while pulling the string. When his right arm was slightly higher than his shoulders, his left hand pulled the bowstring to his ears, he stopped all his movements, just like a statue completely still.

The already experienced audiences held their breath at this moment, and the entire archery venue became extremely quiet.

After a while, I heard "Swoosh!...swoosh!..." two bowstrings sounded one after another, and two arrows shot out quickly.

Instead of focusing on the situation of his hit, Mecca Kiddes took another arrow and slapped the bow and squeezed it again.
Chapter completed!