Two days later, on the other side.
On an island far away from Thermopylae.
"slow down!"
One of the Greek rowers stopped and looked around.
There were about hundreds of rowers around him, and at this moment, they finally breathed a sigh of relief.
"Huh, we're finally here."
They were on a large ship. Under the ship, there were many rowers operating long wooden oars together. They made unified movements under the command of the commander in order to maintain the rapid acceleration or turning of the ship.
Of course, if they row together, the boat can go even faster, far exceeding the speed of an ordinary boat.
Generally speaking, when the command "slow down" is given, it means that they can stop paddling now.
"Is it almost here?"
one of the sailors asked breathlessly.
"We've been rowing for so long, we must be close to our destination."
Sure enough, as soon as these words were spoken, they heard a sudden "whoosh" sound coming from the deck.
Now they had to rely on the wind to sail, and when they got close enough, the sails of the ship would be furled, and then the oarsmen would slowly row the boat into the harbor.
"Huh! I can finally take a break!"
Another sailor wiped the sweat off his face, tilted his head back and closed his eyes, seemingly enjoying this short break.
"Why did Pericles choose this island as the location for the World Conference?"
"If it were held in Athens, we wouldn't have to come all the way here."
As soon as this was said, many people followed suit.
But the other sailor, who was obviously well-informed, just smiled when he heard this.
"Because that's where Apollo, the sun god, was born."
"Under the watchful eyes of the gods, mortals dare not easily break their oaths."
When everyone heard this, they couldn't help but exclaim in surprise.
But someone in the crowd spoke up again: "Yes, but I also heard that Pericles seems to have a new plan."
"Didn't the Persians attack Thermopylae a few days ago? Because Holy Egypt interfered, our Greek army was unable to launch an attack on the Persian army."
"I heard that the Holy Pharaoh of Holy Egypt warned both Persia and Greece that if either side dared to attack, he would help the other side to defeat the attacker."
As soon as these words were spoken, many sailors began to "denounce" Saint Egypt.
"That Saint Pharaoh is so despicable! He saw that if Greece and Persia went to war, it would be a tough fight, so he pretended to be the good guy!"
"Yes, wouldn't Persia or Greece be able to easily defeat Holy Egypt?"
"If it were up to me, Persia and Greece should unite and deal with this troublemaker first before going to war!"
"I don't know what Pericles was thinking. He didn't dare to launch an attack just because of a mere Holy Egypt. He really brought shame to us Athenian citizens and to us Greeks..."
The sailors started talking to each other, and most of them sneered at Saint Egypt's behavior.
Of course, there were also sailors who held the opposite view, but they did not speak, they just listened quietly.
"Yes, it is because of the Persian issue that Pericles is considering establishing a new alliance."
"He had originally proposed this idea a long time ago and planned to present it some time after the World Conference."
"I think he will start working on this matter immediately after the World Conference is over."
"This Persian invasion has greatly united the strength of our Greece."
"This time on Delos, besides the World Conference, Pericles also had this matter."
"Delos is sacred in itself. Besides what I just mentioned, it will also allow the kingdoms and civilizations attending the conference to get a good look at Greece today."
"Because it won't let others set their sights on us again."
At this moment, the commander suddenly raised his voice, telling them that the ship would soon dock.
So the sailors picked up the oars and continued to wait for instructions.
Just then, a sailor looked closer at the hole for the oars.
Because he seemed to hear the sound of a ship approaching.
Sure enough, he heard a "splash" sound and saw the waves crashing towards him.
Meanwhile, on that ship, a thin-faced man dressed in the ultimate black luxury clothing rolled up his precious sable cuffs on the deck.
He raised his shoulders so that his massive gold chain could be reattached to himself.
"Your Majesty."
Then, a servant beside him bent down respectfully and presented him with an exquisite letter.
Obviously, this letter had been opened many times, and the king just took it out slowly and skillfully.
He kicked the deck with the toe of his leather shoe, then looked into the distance and then at the letter in his hand.
"...In the name of Apollo, the sun god, I invite you to the island of San Delos to discuss matters of great importance regarding the fate of the world."
"Look at these words written by the Greeks, Apollo, the sun god?"
When the king saw this, he just sighed.
He rubbed the edge of the paper with his index finger and thumb, with a hint of displeasure in his eyes.
"What a pathetic bunch of pagans."
"They actually placed the fate of the world in the hands of a false god. Where does the authority of their meeting come from?"
"I am the King of Portugal. I only recognize the true gods and their representatives on earth."
When the attendant heard this, he simply bowed again and said, "Ah, you are talking about our Pope, right?"
John III, the King of Portugal, nodded.
"Of course, he is God's spokesperson on earth."
At this moment, John III looked at the Greek warship not far from him with disdain, and just flicked his finger contemptuously, signaling his servants to send someone to warn the warship not to approach his warship again.
Only then did he turn his attention to Delos, the island known by the Greeks as "Saint Delos".
At this time, John III's expression finally showed some changes.
“No wonder the Greeks call this place the ‘Holy Island’.”
John III looked at Delos from afar. At this moment, the island looked like a treasure in the blue waves of the Aegean Sea.
The sun pours down on the island without reservation, creating dazzling halos everywhere.
It’s as if this place is really a place favored by the sun god.
Further away, there were temples and palaces made of white marble, built against the mountain. Even though John III was far away, the corners of his mouth began to rise uncontrollably.
On the shore, many Greeks looked at John III's ship with smiles on their faces.
"Your Majesty, welcome to Delos."
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