The Greece Antagonist-Chapter 1202 - 12: One Punch Shatters the Emperor’s Soul, From Now On You Belong to Me_2

Chapter 1202: Chapter 12: One Punch Shatters the Emperor’s Soul, From Now On You Belong to Me_2

According to the conversion by weight, 1 Talent is about 25 kilograms of silver. In other words, the entire cash assets of Macedonia amount to 1500 kilograms of silver, and the debt amounts to 12500 kilograms of silver, leaving a deficit of 11000 kilograms of silver owed externally.

This amount is so large that selling him wouldn’t cover the loss.

And as if his house was leaking and it was raining at night, Fortune herself didn’t favor him.

Because his old father Philip II had died, and being quite young with little prestige, the city-states originally under Macedonian rule did not acknowledge him as King and declared independence.

In this internal and external trouble, Alexander staked everything he owned, launching foreign wars to reverse Macedonia’s financial crisis, to plug the massive hole left by his dead father.

But fighting wars requires money.

To overturn the situation, Alexander steeled himself, mortgaging the last bit of reputation and assets of the Macedonian royal family, borrowed another 800 Talents from outside for military expenses, and officially went all-in.

And the first target of conquest he and his generals chose was called—Thebes.

Looking at Alexander’s small, resentful eyes and his regretful depression.

Luo En didn’t even need to think to know the result.

Even if Alexander was a military genius seen once in a thousand years, able to bring corps operations to their peak on the battlefield, it would be useless to utterly defeat Thebes’ garrison.

Because in this era, deities existed.

Moreover, Thebes was, in a sense, the Holy Land of the Dionysian Sect, deep enough to capsize a fleet of deities.

There’s no need for that group of Main God-level monsters on War God Mountain to come out, even the Nine Muses and The Three Graces, or those Holy Warriors from the Holy Sanctuary Eighty-eight Star Palaces, if casually summoned, would be enough to give this bold Alexander a real headache.

For mortals, deities were an overwhelming existential disparity, impossible to counter with strategy and numbers.

As such, when those Priests of Thebes collectively invoked the Great Sacrifice to summon a group of Argo Heroes from Elysium, Alexander’s dreams of empire were shattered by those thugs of the Divine Era in just a few moves, and his army was full retreat all the way back to Macedonia, with the domestic economy collapsing completely due to this failure.

To escape his debts and hide from enemies, he had no choice but to take a few trusted followers and sneak into Rome. freewebnøvel.coɱ

He hoped to wait until the situation calmed down before deciding whether to return to Greece.

After hearing this, Luo En couldn’t help but laugh and cry:

"You really have some nerve, asking for protection money right on Thebes’ city wall."

"There’s no choice, of the city-states around, it’s the richest, any little profit could fill the gaps left by me and my father."

Alexander scratched his head and bitterly smiled,

"Anyway, with no other options, something had to be risked. After all, there have been plenty of wars among the Greek city-states, and not every time do the gods intervene."

"And then?"

"It seems my fate is rather bleak..."

Alexander, even more depressed, could not help but sigh deeply at the open courtyard behind him.

The courtyard was somewhat rundown, with dozens of warriors dressed in Macedonian style slumped against the corridor, looking dejected, with vacant eyes; some even gave off a faint scent of blood.

These were his loyal followers, also his last remaining assets.

Faced with such loyalty, yet unable to secure victory, Alexander felt unworthy of being a monarch as his loyal subordinates were almost starving.

For them and for Macedonia, the future seemed very bleak.

Looking at this worried old friend, Caesar seized the opportunity to approach, good-naturedly patting his shoulder, saying:

"You’re just short on money, right? No big deal! I’ve just found a great business opportunity that’ll definitely yield a profit. Want to join me?"

"You’re so kind? You don’t mean to sell me for cash, do you? My bounty isn’t low now."

Alexander playfully cursed, apparently quite skeptical of this old friend’s intentions and character.

Upon hearing this, Caesar angrily retorted:

"What are you saying! I’m just short on money, not conscience! If it wasn’t for the care you gave me back in Greece, thinking of helping you this time, I would’ve kept the benefits to myself ages ago without having to run this errand and pay for a drink out of my own pocket!"

As he spoke, Caesar stepped aside to ceremonially introduce Luo En behind him:

"Our employer, a brief introduction, he currently teaches Claudius’s Crown Prince, the Three Little Divine Messengers of the Three Phases of Destiny Hall, and the High Priestess of the Dionysian Sect, and can speak in the Pantheon."

Indeed a big shot!

Alexander’s eyes flashed with a sharp light, realizing a strong interest.

Right now, not only his loyal followers in the courtyard were waiting for him to earn money to keep them fed, but also his homeland Macedonia was waiting for him to fill the deficit and quell the internal strife.

In the future, he might also need to prepare more money to bribe those elders on War God Mountain, asking them to mediate between Macedonia and Thebes.

With such dire poverty driving him on, Alexander naturally had to seize this rare opportunity to turn his fortunes around:

"First tell me what kind of business this is. Ideally, something with quick returns and high profit margins."

"No worries; there probably isn’t a venture in this world with higher profit margins and faster returns than this one."

"What is it?"

Alexander grew even more curious, cautiously reminding him,

"Let’s make it clear, if it’s too novel, I might not be able to help."

"It’s your area of expertise."

Caesar revealed the answer with a mischievous smile,

"Join Rome, follow the orders of this lord, and expand the empire, conquer nations!"

Upon hearing this, Alexander instinctively shook his head:

"To fight for Rome? Count me out. I haven’t even repaid the previous war debt; if I lose another battle, I fear I won’t just lose money, but I’ll also be throwing away my own and Macedonia’s last remaining assets."

"As for the debt, I can help you resolve it."

Luo En stepped forward, offering a smile and a guarantee.

Alexander, somewhat skeptical, kindly reminded him:

"That’s an 11000-kilogram silver debt."

"A thousand gold pieces are easy to find, a general is hard to come by. In my eyes, you’re worth that price."

Hearing this high praise, Alexander, just after experiencing a defeat and at a low point in life, was incredibly moved, feeling an impulse to serve the other party with all he had.

Not for any other reason, just for this sense of appreciation.

Beside him, Caesar listened, his heart filling with bitterness.

Buying me two Silver Heras? Buying him 11000 kilograms of silver?

The price and treatment are vastly different, aren’t they?

Corruption, there’s definitely corruption!

Could they be long-lost siblings or something?

Unintentionally, Caesar stumbled upon the truth by sheer chance.

And at this moment, Alexander steadied himself, subduing his impulses with reason, again reminding,

"The extremely beneficial terms you’re offering to a defeatist general like me are truly touching, but activating me for battles for the Roman Empire isn’t something simple. After all, as you just heard, I once targeted Thebes, which might have already irked the God of Wine. If they are determined to pursue this, you, being a dignitary in the Roman Empire, still might not be able to protect me and could invite significant trouble to yourself in the end."

"Relax, that’s not going to happen, he’s not that petty."

"Why are you so sure?"

"Because—"

As Alexander looked puzzled, Luo En’s face showed a hint of teasing smile,

"I am Dionysus, the Guardian God of the city of Thebes, the one you came to loot before."

At this revelation, this nominal younger brother seemed to have heard a horror story, his brain froze, his expression terror-stricken.

So soon they came knocking?

And the God of Wine himself personally came to capture me?

Simultaneously, Hephaestion, who had gone out to buy wine, also arrived at the scene, and upon hearing this, was so shocked that he trembled and dropped the vat of wine, breaking it on the ground.

He then took a deep breath, instinctively drawing the sword at his waist, and shouted heroically,

"The God of Wine is attacking! Protect His Majesty!"

In an instant, the Macedonian warriors lying in the courtyard jumped up as if electrocuted, each grabbing their sword and shield or long spear, and swarmed out, firmly protecting Alexander behind them.

Caesar, witnessing this, broke into a cold sweat on his forehead.

This situation... doesn’t look too good.

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