Then he noticed that the lock on the cabinet was slightly twisted. "These locks were opened violently, which means that Patrofilus was afraid that Alex would leave some evidence, so he opened all the locks to look for evidence. Then, in order to prevent being discovered, Patrofilus repaired the locks, but some traces were still left. This guy is really shrewd." Hilde couldn't help but sigh, "So, if we want to overthrow him, it may be really difficult." Sophia didn't know what to say. She thought she had reached a safe place. But now it seems that this place is more dangerous than the sea. Thinking of this, Sophia, who was sitting on the side, couldn't help crying, and the sudden cry startled Hilde. She turned around and saw that Sophia was wiping her tears and lowering her head so that Hilde wouldn't see. Hilde was stunned for a moment, and then she understood that Sophia must be feeling very uncomfortable right now. So Hilde walked in front of Sophia, squatted down, and raised his head to look at her sitting on the bed. "what happened to you?" The second tune, the sixth section, the unconfident Sophia "I feel so useless. At home, you are always hated by the master, but I can't help you at all. You were exiled, and I couldn't do anything... And when we were attacked at sea, it was you who rescued me. Now, now, I finally escaped and finally arrived, but I still have to face such a terrible person, and I still can't do anything..." Hearing what Sophia said.
Hilde was also quite helpless. After all, you're just a maid. But Hilde couldn't say such words. She knew in her heart that Sophia was actually worried about herself and worried that she wasn't taking good care of Hilde. This was just the thought of a maid. So Hilde gently placed her hand on Sophia's chest and said seriously, "Sophia, you know, the greater the ability, the greater the responsibility. I have this ability, so the greater the responsibility I have to bear. You can't protect me, but I can protect you, and that's enough. No one can touch you. And you are not incapable of doing everything. Aren't you responsible for my food, clothing, and daily life?" "But...anyone can do this kind of thing." Sophia perked up a little. Hilde smiled slightly and continued to comfort him: "No, it's different. I only like you to do these things. Everyone has their own strengths and weaknesses. There's no need to worry about this kind of thing. I know you're a little scared. Patrofilus is indeed a little difficult to deal with, but for me, such a small fry is not worth mentioning. I'm not scared, so you can just follow me without worry. Is that not okay?" Hilde's words gave Sophia endless power. At this moment, she realized that she was indeed worrying too much. Sophia wiped away her tears and looked up at Hilde. "Thank you, Master. I, I'm fine." "That's fine, that's fine..." "And Master...can you please stop rubbing my breasts?" Sophia turned her head away with a red face. "Rub it for a while longer." At this point, Hilde's eyes flashed red again. She stood up and lifted up Sophia, who was half a head taller than her, like a child, and put her on the bed. Sophia was about to say that the door was not closed, but Hilde snapped her fingers and the door closed tightly. The whole room instantly fell into darkness. The only thing that could be seen was the terrifying red light from Hilde's eyes. Perhaps, this is where my meaning lies? Sophia couldn't help but wonder. Become the master's food... It has its own uses.
However, Sophia was just distressed. She could not do anything, and all the pressure was borne by Hilde. A 15-year-old girl had to bear such heavy pressure, and she lived under her protection, which made Sophia very uncomfortable. It was not enough for her to just be food. She wanted to do more for Hilde... protect her, comfort her, solve all problems for her... It would be nice if she could give birth to a child for Hilde. However, these are just delusions. In fact, Sophia can't do anything except cooking and washing clothes. Sophia did not master the traditional martial arts of the Carthaginians. Perhaps, being Hilde's only food and knowing Hilde's only secret was the happiest thing for Sophia. She thought so, and then felt the hands wandering on her body. Gradually, her skirt was lifted up, and her thighs were separated by a pair of soft but powerful hands, and then something warm came over. Sophia felt something was wrong, and after a while, when the hot breath reached the base of her thighs, she reacted. "Ah! Master, what are you doing?!" "Here in the thigh, there is an artery called the femoral artery. I heard that the blood here is also very sweet." Hilde was very strong, and no matter how Sophia struggled, she couldn't break free. "Master! I haven't taken a shower today!" "It doesn't matter, I'm going to eat! I'm going to bite..." Inside the room, Sophia could not help but moan, followed by some very imaginative panting. However, this was just an act of eating, and nothing inappropriate for children happened. ------------------------------------- After a moment, Hilde gently covered the sleeping Sophia with the quilt, and then walked to the other side of the house, where Amyntas and the other four warriors lived. When Hilde arrived, Amyntas and the others were sharpening their swords and spears with the whetstones they carried with them. After seeing Hilde coming, Amyntas and the others immediately stood up and watched Hilde coming. At this time, Hilde walked slowly and gracefully in front of the four people. "What do you think of this place?" "very good!" Amyntas replied in a hoarse voice: "But I don't think this place is worthy of you." "I originally thought you were an upright soldier, but I didn't expect you to be as slick as those orators." Hilde also teased directly, making Amyntas feel uncomfortable. The other three heavy infantrymen also laughed. After all, it was very rare for Amyntas to be humiliated. "Okay, stop laughing... Amyntas, I have something to talk to you about. Come with me." "Yes, ma'am." Amyntas turned around and glared at the three men, then followed Hilde. The two walked into the garden one after the other. Here, Hilde could judge that no one was around, so she didn't have to worry about being overheard. When they reached the center, Hilde stopped and slowly turned around. At this moment, the smile on her face had faded, and it was obvious that she was in a state of getting down to business. "Amyntas, do you understand the situation here now?" "Miss, I feel something is strange here." "What's strange about that? Tell me." "Yes, there are many doubts. Byzantium is a vassal state of Miletus. Logically, there should be a Citizens' Assembly here, with at least 200 representatives. However, all matters today were handled by Patrofilus, which is not in line with the system of the Citizens' Assembly. In Athens, if a distinguished guest came, Lord Pericles would come out to greet him, but people from the Council of Five Hundred and the Council of the Gods would also be present. After all, it would involve many aspects of the situation and also prevent the archon from being arbitrary and dictatorial." Chapter 2, Section 7: Warning from a Strange Man
Hearing this, Hilde nodded slightly with satisfaction. "You're right." "Miss, did you see that too?" "Yeah, because it's really weird." "So what do you mean?" Amyntas also became nervous. "This Patrofilus is a complete dictator and a tyrant. He closed down the democratic institutions in Byzantium and killed his opponents. Also, do you remember what you told me before, that Miletus might abandon Byzantium? In fact, all the citizens of Byzantium are unaware of this. They are treated as abandoned pawns by Patrofilus. When the aid is really cut off, Patrofilus will take away all the wealth and leave, and the people of this city will be completely torn apart by the Thracians... So, I want to ask, what are you going to do?" "Miss……" Amyntas took a deep breath. "It seems that we have been targeted as well." "Yes, our appearance was obviously not expected by Patrofilus." "Yes, miss, I understand." Amyntas stared at Hilde, and for a moment he looked a little dazed. Usually, Hilde always had a faint smile on her face, but now, she was thinking seriously. She was already beautiful, and now she looked serious thinking, which was even more beautiful. Amyntas' heartbeat quickened, and he stared at the white face and fell into confusion. After a while, Hilde looked up and glanced at Amyntas, then opened her red lips and asked with a smile: "What are you looking at?" "Ah... nothing, miss, I'm just thinking about something." "Then what do you think? Patrofilus will never let us go. If we disobey him, we will probably end up like Alex... I think that if we return to Athens, we will die. If we stay here, we at least have a chance of survival. Since Patrofilus is a tyrant, it means that he will definitely not be supported by the citizens. If we find evidence against him, we will definitely be able to overthrow him, and finally we will control the city." Hilde's words didn't sound like something a young lady would say at all. Rather, he is more like a shrewd strategist. Although Amyntas was good at fighting, he was no match for Hilde when it came to this kind of thing. "Miss, tell me, what should we do?" "You guys just pretend nothing happened these few days. And don't many of our soldiers live in the military camp in Byzantium? Have them pay close attention to the movements in the military camp. There are hundreds of soldiers in Byzantium. If a fight really breaks out, we are no match for them... After that, it's time for the banquet. I will expose Patrofilus's conspiracy when all the nobles in Byzantium come. As for you, you must protect my safety by then." "Yes!" Amyntas struck his chest. "I will protect the lady's life until my death." "Thank you for your help. Go back and have a rest first." After saying this, Amyntas nodded and returned to his residence. Ten heavy infantrymen and thirty archers, this scale is not enough to resist the soldiers of the Byzantine city. Hilde looked carefully and found that most of the soldiers of the Byzantine city were light infantrymen, equipped only with shields and spears, and some archers and slingers. If they fought hand-to-hand in the city, Hilde would still have a certain advantage. Now, Hilde has already thought of getting rid of Patrofilus, and now everything is waiting for the banquet. So Hilde packed up her things and went out onto the street alone. As soon as Hilde appeared on the streets of Byzantium, she caused an instant sensation.
Generally speaking, it is unlikely that humans would have silver hair and purple eyes, but Hilde appeared in front of everyone like this, walking with an elegant pace and a confident smile on her face. When she met all the Byzantines who stopped to watch, she smiled and said hello. The area of Byzantium is not large. If you walk along the city wall, it is only a few kilometers away. And Hilde's purpose of coming out this time was not for anything else, just to make herself familiar. before overthrowing Patrofilus. It is necessary to improve one's image in the hearts of the Byzantines. At this time, a slightly older man took the initiative to salute when he saw Hilde. "Dear Miss Hilde." "You know me?" "Of course, the whole city of Byzantium knows about your existence." The middle-aged man did not introduce himself, but said with a wry smile, "However, the situation in Byzantium is not very good right now. Miss, if you walk alone on the street, you may encounter danger." "Danger? There are troops here, why would I be in danger?" Hilde pretended to know nothing. The man smiled bitterly and replied, "Because everyone's life is a little difficult, it is inevitable that thieves will covet you and your wealth. Even if there are troops in the city of Byzantium, the army still has to deal with the Thracians and is already overwhelmed. If you encounter any accidents, it will be a huge loss for the entire Greek world. I hope you can pay more attention." "Thank you for the reminder." Hilde smiled and asked: "Then I want to know, what kind of person is Alex?" "Alex? This... I don't know." At this time, the man suddenly showed a panicked expression, as if he had touched a minefield that he shouldn't touch. At this time, Hilde roughly understood. This man came out to say these words to her, in fact, he wanted to scare her back, so that she wouldn't say something she shouldn't say to the people of Byzantium. To put it bluntly, this man was Patrofilus's subordinate. When he asked Alex, he must have known the truth. Hilde, who understood everything, could only smile. "Then I'll go back first. Thank you very much." "Well, please be safe, miss." Hilde turned around and headed back to his residence, but he could feel that the man's eyes were staring at him. It was not a good look, but a purely malicious look. Hilde could feel that Patrofilus had already listed him as a target. This feeling of being stared at by a venomous snake did not make Hilde feel scared, but made him even more eager to try. I'm afraid that Patrofilus did not know that he, the venomous snake, had been spotted by a more terrifying hunter. The second tune, the eighth verse, nightmares from the past That night, Hilde had a dream. He dreamed of the days before he traveled through time. At that time, he was just a small employee. "Is this what you handed in? Send it back for a rewrite!" The manager threw the document he handed in angrily on the ground, like a piece of garbage, casually throwing the plan he had worked hard on for the whole night on the dirty ground, and then raised his foot and stepped on it. He looked at the plan he handed in, not only was it not approved, but there was an extra shoe footprint. He was angry, and the anger in his heart seemed to swallow up all his reason. Isn’t this a good plan? He knew very well that this was just the new chief's first move after taking office and he did it on purpose. But even knowing this, he still bent down and picked up the document. "Yes... I, I'll go back and write. Please calm down."
"If you do this again, pack up and leave!" "Yes, yes, I will revise it right now." He held back his anger and grievances. He was just being treated like this. For a salaried worker who worked twelve hours a day, what reason did he have to lose his temper? He had no money, no house, and once he lost his job, he couldn't even afford to rent a house. He could only try his best to please these people. In his heart, he could endure it for a while and everything would be fine. One day, when his work experience improved, he would be free from such pain. So, day after day, he kept smiling and saying nice things. Whether it was to colleagues, leaders, or customers, a smile on his face was essential. Only by smiling, flattering, and nodding could he satisfy these people and avoid losing his job. Facing the boss's pointing fingers and colleagues' false accusations behind his back, he had no temper at all, because he had long been smoothed over by this reality.