I Became a Slave to a Mythical Shepherd

Chapter 119. plan (2)

“Dephobos? I wish I could come this way.”

“Yes, bro!!”

···The spirited appearance is like a new sales employee born into the world.

Anyway, holding the shoulder of my new bridegroom, Deiphobus, who had come running fast, I pointed out the Scamandros River, the heart of water transportation in this area, the lifeline of Troia.

“Considering the width of the Scamandros River, what if we build a bridge from here to there? Will it take a lot of time?”

At my question, Deiphobos blinks his eyes as if asking what kind of ghost he’s talking about.

“You already have legs, don’t you?”

“really?”

“Yes, even if it’s right there…”

Looking in the direction Deiphobos is pointing, there really is a bridge.

Yes. It’s the bridge I’ve been in and out of since I first came to Troia from Antandros, whenever I went back and forth between the two cities by land.

And Deiphobos, who knew that fact, also looked back at me with a questioning expression on whether I had become senile at such a young age.

Of course, my hair is fine.

“Dephobos.”

“Yes, brother.”

I squeeze and pull the hand I put on Deiphobos’ shoulder, and shake Deiphobos’ upper body as if shaking a sleeping person to wake him up.

“Does that look like a leg to your eyes now?”

“Uh… maybe?”

“no. That’s nothing more than a few planks clumsily placed on a post driven into the mud!”

“Well, don’t you usually call that a bridge?”

Looking at my older brother with such doubtful eyes, I lack respect.

Fortunately, I had a good idea of how to instill respect in these cases.

“Dephobos? That’s not a bridge.”

“It’s not a leg…? That…”

“That is the ordeal before you, and the backward reality of this area! It is a past that needs to be liquidated!”

“…”

I was worried that the question of what nonsense would come back, but looking back at Deiphobos’ face, it seemed unlikely.

“…That, that’s right. I don’t know why this is my ordeal…”

A slightly bewildered, slightly impressed expression.

done.

Usually, when you do this in a slightly drunken state at a bar near your school, the immature juniors apply to join the club with expressions like that. …I also entered that way.

– “What do you think the country is?”

– “Country song? Breathing of citizens… harmony…”

-“no. A country is like this.”

So one lamb falls into sociology again… It’s only during graduation season that he realizes that his life has fallen into a quagmire…

…Anyway, as I recalled the complex memories of my previous life, I came to my senses and began brainwashing Deiphoboss in earnest.

“What are you going to be soon?”

“Do, the lord of the city?”

“yes. You become the protector and administrator of a city and its numerous citizens. What is the most important element of the city that they need first and foremost for them?”

This time, he crossed his legs and showed confidence in his posture like a senior who smokes cigarettes as gently as possible in front of a first-year undergraduate student who is new to drinking and smoking.

“So, to ask again, when you build a city, which one will you build first?”

“That… for now, you’re going to build the palace first, right? ‘Cause I’ll have to live The dignity of the monarch is also important.”

“also?”

“Next, we need to protect the citizens, so the walls…”

“no.”

I shook my head in disappointment and cut off Deiphobos’ words.

“You are completely wrong.”

“yes?”

“Even if the wall is broken down, it comes back up again. Even if there is no palace, the dignity of the monarch comes alive naturally.”

I pointed again to the bridge from before and said.

“Exactly, if there is such a thing.”

“What is that…?”

“Everything necessary for citizens’ lives.

They need various workshops and smithies to create household items.

Grassland and livestock, fields and seeds, forests and wild animals where food comes from are important.

They will also yearn for a house to protect themselves from the cold and a safe road to walk on.”

The face of Deiphobos, who had been dubious and had no sense of it, seemed to have realized something.

Almost over, almost over.

“He who simply reigns, who collects taxes by coughing and wheezing, is not respected.

No matter how splendid a palace you build, you can’t earn respect from starving citizens, and no matter how tall a wall you build, you can’t protect the citizens if you don’t play politics yourself.”

I look Deiphobos straight in the eyes and say.

“However, I saw potential in you. The possibility of a good monarch.”

“···older brother!”

“I will ask again. What is a good monarch? What must a good ruler do for his citizens?”

“The city protects the lives of its citizens.”

“also.”

“We need to enrich the lives of citizens.”

“yes. That’s right.”

I stroked the head of Deiphobos, who was thrilled, and pointed to that leg again.

“Now do you understand what I said when I saw ‘that’?”

“yes!”

“What is that?”

“This is my ordeal!”

“To be a good monarch?”

“I-I need to improve that stuff!”

simple guy.

According to the logic just before, Priam, who did not build a proper bridge over the river in front of him, would become a bad monarch, but it seems that he did not reach that point.

In a city right next to the shore of Hagisa and along a river, it is water transport that matters, not land transport. Even on that small bridge, where one or two wagons could barely pass, it would have been fine until now.

until now.

“I am in the process of bringing in artisans and several skilled workers from Antandros.”

I said to Deiphobos. This time, I didn’t do any directing, and I just relaxed.

“Yeah, that’s right!”

“It is for you.”

“···ah!”

It didn’t matter though. Because the work for Deiphobos has been carried out carefully from the beginning, and it has just been completed.

“Let’s lead them and build a strong bridge over there. This is the first exercise to be a good king.”

“All right! I will not disappoint my brother!!”

I lightly patted Deiphobos on the back as he responded with a alert attitude and smiled.

This was the beginning.

***

…Now then, what is the beginning of what?

This is, of course, the beginning of port construction.

If you spread out a map of the whole area of Troy, you can see that the Scamandros River in the south of Troy and the Simois River in the north flow into one place, which is the Gulf of Troia.

After 2,000 years, this Troia Bay will naturally become a plain due to the sedimentary action of the two rivers, but it is still a sea.

Anyway, if you walk about 3 to 4 kilometers to the west along the hollowed-in Troia Bay, you will come to a long cape.

That is where the Greeks landed and camped.

The distance from the northern tip of the cape to the ‘peninsula’ on the other side is about 5 kilometers. Literally, if you fall face down, your nose will touch you.

So, build a port at the northern end of it.

And the port is connected to Troia by road. Starting with that, we plan to improve roads, roads and bridges near Troia and carry out development projects similar to Antandros.

Even for the sake of the rapidly growing population of Troy, or to create a city that would be difficult for the invaders to capture…

After the port is completed within 3 to 6 months, I will immediately send soldiers and engineers from Troy to Thrace to conquer the ‘peninsula’.

After securing a beachhead there, I will cooperate with the King of Lessos according to my plan to suppress the opposing forces by force and money, and make them useless.

By doing this, you get three effects.

First, you can obtain the great king Lessus, who rules the unified Thrace, through blood alliance.

Second, you can control the Hellespont Strait. Aside from the profit gained from trade, it also becomes easier to defeat the Amazon-like pirate groups coming from the Black Sea.

finally···

I look at Deiphobos who is examining the huge map from a position slightly away from me, and then I look at Iphigenia next to it. Agamemnon’s eldest daughter.

“Obtaining a rear base that can strike the rear of the invaders…”

No one heard my murmur.

If Agamemnon wants Troy…

The city of Deiphobos, the city of his daughter, may be the biggest stumbling block.

It’s an outsider.

I hummed with satisfaction that Agamemnon had thrown a number he did not dare to handle.

“… Brother Paris? older brother!”

“Paris! Come to your senses!!”

“Uh, uh huh…?”

“You suddenly lost your mind and stumbled! Hey, I saw those ships!!”

After a while, I saw the worried eyes of the three people surrounding me: Deiphobos, Iphigenia, and Ino.

The galleys that arrived on the shores of Troy… that is, the ships with all kinds of manpower and gold…

“Say it again. Agamemnon… sent you?”

“Yes, everything! Agamemnon told Priam that he would provide military support for the conquest of Thrace in the future!”

“That, everything? Did King Agamemnon sell even the furniture of the palace?”

“Brother, you are the one who helped us so much! What are you talking about?”

“Big, big… you’re right. Iphigenia, I apologize.”

“No. Well, it’s an unexpected amount of support for me too…”

…

…

Something seems to be going differently than I thought.

Anyway… when I came to my senses, I was doing civil engineering with the slaves that Agamemnon had gifted me.

“there! Stack more upright!”

“Ah, I see! Deiphobos!”

“No, Deiphobos. You should know that you are not a practitioner. It doesn’t make things any better just because you give them instructions and whip them like that.”

“yes? is that so?”

“okay. Has your mother ever come and yelled at you while you were practicing swordsmanship? Do you want me to swing it straight?”

“Uh, no.”

“It’s the same thing. In practice, they know better than you anyway. In such a situation, it’s usually just a burden for a superlative like us to come. Because there are a lot of people to look out for while working.

When I go to watch you hunt, don’t your hands get tired?”

“···you’re right.”

“So when we march like this, we just need to cheer them on.

King Agamemnon of Mycenae has given you gold!!!”

“Wowaaa!!!!!”

“like this.”

“ah.”

Artisans brought from Antandros naturally became supervisors, and slaves were freed by paying Priam and hired as laborers.

It’s awkward, but thanks to Agamemnon, the construction of ports, roads and bridges progressed much faster than expected.

“Lift it up!”

“aaah!!”

Meanwhile, a lighthouse is being built.

While there is surplus money and manpower, they are experimenting with cranes and other things as a test.

In any case, a well-organized manpower in this era is a quality military force.

What if they are used to carrying out large-scale history by taking my money and moving as a group like this?

They would be able to build fortifications, dig trenches, assemble siege equipment, and march forward holding spears in rows much better than ordinary farmers.

All of this helps the war.

What if there was no war? Then it will be conducive to peace and prosperity.

What if, very what if the invasion of the Achaeans against Troy did not happen?

They will lead the prosperity of Troia while continuing to build the infrastructure around Troia as they do now.

As the size of the original body was also large, Troia will be able to prosper as quickly as Antandros, who is now chasing Troia.

Maybe there will be two cities with a population of 100,000 in my lifetime.

Troy will also have many artifacts found in Antandros. Of course, except for the ironworks and other important things. They are only for Antandros.

If roads like a spider’s web were laid here as well to increase the control of the royal authority over the surrounding territories, the influence of this country scattered like dots would spread to the surroundings.

If the interior of Troy is filled with civilization centering on the two cities, this country will be able to leap to a point where no country in this era has ever been to.

This is the moment when the ancient city union becomes a territorial state.

“older brother? Why do you suddenly stop?”

“No, isn’t that lighthouse very nice? If you shoot a light from there, you will be able to clearly see the lands across the sea at night.”

“…”

Perhaps noticing that I was getting lost in my thoughts, Deiphobos tactfully shuts up and slows down his steps to distance himself from me.

It gave me time to think for myself.

I walk along the stone and wooden pier and imagine the dozens of ships that will be docked here.

It was not the military ships that came from all over Achaia, but the merchant ships that filled up like a tide from all over the Mediterranean and Black Sea.

…Suddenly, I feel that way.

Maybe there will be no war.

After defeating the insignificant threat of Hattusha, there might be only peace in Troia.

It was such a sweet imagination.

For me, who has lived through the threat of war for the rest of my life, it is a pleasant imagination that literally makes my whole body relax.

In fact, couldn’t Agamemnon really be sincere about this marriage alliance, and didn’t he have any intention of harming Troy?

I locked myself in such thoughts and walked on the pier that was almost finished being built.

Just for a moment, forget about the prophecies.

Soon the port and road were completed.

It was only 5 months after construction started.

Soon Priam sent messages to the two kings of the East and the West.

to Thrace and Mycenae.

invitation.

one by one.