"What the hell, why is this our home?"
Spyros looked at the mansion in front of him, and Marmara looked at each other for a moment. They were both at a loss, feeling like they were in a dream.
"It's written in black and white, this is our home."
Russell shook the contract in his hand and stuffed it into Spyros's hand, telling him to keep it carefully and not to lose it.
Spyros could not read a single word, but he also knew the great significance of this contract. He shakily stuffed it into his arms, and walked in with Marmara under the bows of the slaves.
Again, like a dream, Spyros never imagined that he could own a manor and live a wealthy life of the upper class.
"Wait, where did you get the money to buy the house?"
Sitting in the room, the distracted Spyros suddenly woke up, confirmed that he was not dreaming, and hurriedly asked.
"Picked it up."
"Picked it up?"
"Well, Perseus and Tikora can testify for me that they bent down and picked it up."
With that said, Russell took a few people to the backyard to prove that he was very lucky.
He bent down and dug in the soil a few times, and soon he dug out a large wooden box filled with gold and silver coins.
Because of the background of the times, these gold and silver coins are not uniform. They come from many city-states, and some of them have patterns printed with the heads of gods.
"Okay... okay, a lot of money!"
Spyros supported Marmara, whose legs were weak. He had a poor vocabulary and had to hold back the word 'ok' for a long time. Suddenly, he woke up in time and dragged the box towards the house.
"Put it away quickly. This box must have been left behind by the previous owner. When he comes to find it, we will just say we don't know."
Perseus stepped forward to help and lifted the large wooden box with one hand. Russell didn't care and watched the family of four hurriedly hiding money.
What a joke, how come the money dug out of his yard belongs to someone else?
Is there any evidence?
Just scream and see if Qian Dare to agree!
It is understandable that getting rich overnight will inevitably feel unreal, especially for poor people at the bottom of society like Spyros, who have long struggled to make ends meet.
Russell ignored them and allowed them to find a comfortable corner to hide the money.
…
dinner.
The family sat at the table, all put on new clothes, which was a big white cloth that served as clothes during the day and sheets at night.
Very good, close to nature!
"Hey, how much does this table of food cost?"
Looking at the full dining table, Spyros began to feel sorry for his money bag, but he could not save money. Perseus had a huge appetite, and saving money meant that he would not be full.
It doesn't matter if you don't have enough to eat when you are poor, but it doesn't make sense if you don't have enough to eat when you are rich.
"The money is not spent, it just becomes what we like and continues to stay with us...such as in Perseus's belly."
Russell picked up a piece of barbecue and lost his appetite after tasting it after two bites. He was thinking about going out for a walk tomorrow and collecting some seasonings in the mountains, otherwise he would not be able to eat it.
At this time, a servant handed over an invitation, saying that the king was hosting a banquet tomorrow.
The king hosted a banquet for the former owner of the house, which had nothing to do with the Spyros family. The reason was to celebrate the first act of rebellion against the gods, which was the overthrow of the statue of Zeus.
Because communication basically relied on roaring and transportation basically relied on walking, King Kepus of Argos did not know that his army had been completely wiped out, so he held a banquet as originally planned and waited for the soldiers to return in triumph.
Russell looked at it twice and showed no interest. He handed the invitation to Perseus. If he was interested, he could take Tikora with him.
Anyway, no one charges tickets, so if you don’t eat, you won’t eat for free.
When Perseus learned that there was a big dinner, he was very happy, which turned into a silly smile on his face.
Snapped!
"You're smiling too silly. You have to smile like this at me to have meaning."
Russell slapped him in the face, slightly raising the corners of his mouth, revealing a mature and stable smile of a successful person.
"Brother, you look good or bad."
"..."
Russell rolled his eyes, not wanting to be like a stupid kid.
On the side, Spyros and Marmara were surprised when they learned that their two sons were literate. It was a good thing, and then they didn't think much about it.
Marmara attaches great importance to the banquet, mainly because now that she is rich, the marriage of her two sons must be put on the agenda.
She felt that the daughter of an ordinary family was not worthy of her precious son, so she wanted to find a woman of the right age at a banquet where rich people gathered.
This is mother, even if her son is a piece of shit, they will still treasure him.
Russell rolled his eyes again and decided to go there in person tomorrow to avoid being set in a messy marriage.
To be honest, he wouldn't even want Odin's daughter, let alone a rich girl from a small city-state, or even a king's daughter.
There was also Perseus. Russell had to keep a close eye on him. With his size, if he showed off his fish-eating skills, he might become a missing person without even a trip to the palace.
Speaking of the king's daughter, Russell had a plan in mind.
If Perseus takes the princess, two days later, the king and the queen both get violent... ahem, both contract cold and are unfit to continue to govern, and the power of the country falls into the hands of Perseus and the princess.
By coincidence, Perseus had no idea and the princess was mentally retarded, so she asked him, a smart brother, to make some decisions. Wouldn't it be possible to start drastic reforms?
There's something going on!
Russell nodded. Judging from the previous currency, Argos had too many things to change.
Currency, weights and measures, centralization and transition to slavery, road construction, basic education to strengthen ethics and behavioral norms...
It doesn't matter whether it succeeds or not, because if Russell throws this punch, failure is certain, but the success will last forever, sowing the seeds of civilization.
Coupled with mathematics and physics such as looms and steam engines, it is equivalent to directly castrating Zeus, ending the legend of Long Aotian and cutting off the inheritance of the Olympus god line.
After a while, Russell calmed down and realized that this trick would be a dead end if he really thought about it.
The rule of the gods is too stable. First of all, they are so powerful that even if Zeus doesn't react, Poseidon can destroy human civilization by setting off a tsunami.
Secondly, human beings themselves are not united. Power, money, beauty, there are too many ways for human beings to kill each other.
After thinking for a long time, Russell suddenly realized that his pig teammates couldn't even carry him!
"No, you have to find a god to test it out and evaluate the combat effectiveness of the gods so that you can make targeted deployments..."
Russell listed Plan A to Plan 99 in his mind to be prepared and make plans based on the specific situation.
…
The next day, at Argos Palace, a family of five successfully walked into the banquet hall with invitations.
Although I don't know where this family comes from, no one dares to say or ask about the two shapes of Perseus.
The main hall of the palace is magnificent, with two rows of golden pillars standing. In front of each pillar, there is a golden bronze statue, holding a brazier to illuminate the hall with splendor.
In the center of the silver hollow floor tiles, the square pool water is clear enough to illuminate people's faces, and the reflected firelight makes the hall brighter.
The maid strummed the harp, and there were people drinking and drinking in the banquet hall. The Spyros family who came from the country were immediately dumbfounded. They didn't dare to blend in even though they were wearing gold and silver. They stood cowering in the corner. Marmara no longer mentioned making arrangements for her two sons. marriage.
Tikora was very restrained, and Perseus was also a little apprehensive. Russell took the two of them to get the meal: "Except for drinks, you can do whatever you want. Don't worry, even if you destroy the palace, my eldest brother can afford the compensation."
Hearing Russell's words, Perseus immediately lost his fear, lifted up his robe that was in the way, threw off his arms and ate and drank.
The crazy eating state immediately attracted countless onlookers, and a group of rich people and officials talked incessantly, wondering where the starving ghost came from.
Seeing this, Russell took Tikola's little hand and said, "Brother, I'm going to play a game with you, but it's nothing, you know?"
Tikora shook his head, feeling very uncomfortable being pointed at, and almost burst into tears.
"It's very simple. Throw the stones hard so that the stone flakes fly against the water surface. Because of the force and angle, the stone flakes will continue to bounce forward on the water surface until they sink to the bottom."
Russell raised his hand and took out a gold brick from behind his butt. Under the heavy breathing of a group of pink-eyed patients, he said with a smile: "Let's compete. Whoever throws a stone and jumps more times will win."
Plop!
The water splashed and the gold brick sank straight down.
Russell sighed, shook his head and said regretfully: "Not a single bounce, it seems I lost."
As he said that, he took out another gold brick and handed it to Tikola's hand. The latter didn't take it and hit the ground with a bang, and the breathing around him became heavier.
"This game doesn't seem to be suitable for you. Let's go get something to eat."
"Brother, the gold brick fell."
"I'm too tired to bend over and too lazy to pick it up. Whoever likes it can pick it up."
Russell pulled Tikora away, followed by the continuous sounds of falling into the water and quarreling, and the atmosphere of the banquet instantly became heated.
There is blood!
With this farce, Russell and Tikora instantly became popular. Even Perseus, who was eating and drinking and had no grace at all, was surrounded by a group of... women.
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The little girls don't understand, but they are the ones who understand. Perseus drooled looking at the food maniac, and they drooled looking at Perseus.
King Cepus and Queen Theopaea arrived belatedly to fulfill the privilege of being the last to appear as important figures, and their only daughter, Princess Andromeda, followed half a step behind.
The king looked talented, the queen was graceful, and the princess was beautiful and had a top-notch body and temperament. Perseus, who was feasting on the meal, felt hard all over, restless, and the meat was no longer fragrant.
"What's going on over there?"
Seeing a few wet figures in the pool, King Kepus looked unhappy. He asked casually and continued: "Where are my brave soldiers? It's time for them to appear."
An officer who looked like a commander stepped forward and said with an ugly face: "Your Majesty, we suffered heavy losses, but we won and successfully knocked down the statue of Zeus."
"I see."
Kepus nodded with satisfaction. The heavy losses were indeed sad, but strategically Argos had achieved a great victory and deserved to be celebrated.
"Let the soldiers appear and I will reward them."
"Your Majesty, no one has come back, they are all dead."
"..."
With sweat dripping from his forehead, Kepus looked at the packed banquet hall, swallowed, and whispered: "Go find a team of people, put on makeup and bring them up."
