I was a priest in the city-state era

Chapter 17 The Value of Paper Is Made into Armor
Learn to write your own name——

This is indeed very attractive to Procne.

Procne hesitated for a moment, then walked to the stone table and picked up the brush from the pottery bowl containing ink.

After imitating Roy's example and dipping a brush into the ink, Procne began to carefully copy his name on the paper.

But after all, this was her first time writing, so she didn't seem to be writing at all, but more like drawing her own name.

Seeing Procne's wrong writing method, Roy couldn't help but walked behind Procne, held Procne's little hand with his right hand, and taught her how to write with a pen.

"Princess Procne, Chinese characters are written one stroke at a time. You should first draw one stroke like this, and then write the next stroke like this..."

Procne was like a well-behaved and obedient student, letting Roy hold her little hand.

After finally writing Procne's name, Roy suddenly noticed that their bodies were already close together, and he could clearly smell the fragrance of Procne's body.

Procne's body froze instantly, and her cheeks were as blushing as a ripe apple.

Just when Procne was about to gently push Roy away with his arm, the wooden door of the stone house was suddenly opened by someone outside.

Roy turned his head and saw Pandion's figure appearing at the door, and hurriedly took two steps back.

Because Roy distanced himself from Procne in time, Pandion did not see Roy standing with Procne.

"Why haven't you come home yet?"

Pandion said to Procne and Philomela as he entered the stone house.

"It's already night, do you still want to stay here overnight?"

Even Philomela, who was playful, was so frightened that she walked up to Pandion and bowed her head to admit her mistake.

Procne walked up to Pandion with his head down and said.

"Father! It's all because I want to learn how to write my own name, so I wasted time here. Father, don't blame Philomela. This is all my fault."

Pandion looked down at the paper, ink, brush, and Chinese characters written on the stone table.

"This is the paper and Chinese characters invented by Priest Luo Yi? I know you like new things, but you can't damage your reputation for this kind of thing. You and Philomela must protect your reputation before you can marry Da The head of the tribe, and respected by her husband."

Hearing Pandion's words, Roy frowned and said.

"Pandion leader! Do you think that if you marry your daughter to the leader of a large tribe or the king of a city-state with one city and one country, and make your daughter the leader's wife or queen, your daughter will definitely be happy? I think you want your daughter To be truly happy, not only must they marry a capable husband, but their husband must also be someone they really love and who really loves them.”

"Are you educating me?"

Pandion stared at Roy with dissatisfaction and said.

"I am their father, can my decision harm them?"

Feeling Pandion's lion-like anger, Roy hesitated and said.

"Chief Pandion! I don't doubt your love for your daughter. I just think you used the wrong method. You should consider your daughter's thoughts and feelings more."

Procne turned to look at Roy who was arguing with his father, and felt another inexplicable throbbing in his heart.

I hope her father can consider her thoughts and feelings, which are things she has always wanted to say but has no courage to say.

Pandion, as the leader of the Athenian tribe, even his heir Erechtheus dared not speak to him like this.

Looking at Roy, who was neither humble nor overbearing, Pandion put away his anger and said.

"Procne! Philomela! Go back first, I have something important to talk to Priest Loy alone."

"Father……"

Procne gave Roy a worried look, then walked out holding hands with Philomela.

After only Roy and Pandion were left in the stone room, Pandion walked around the stone table, then looked at the things on the stone table and said.

"Priest Loi! The candles you invented are still worth something, but the paper used for writing is a waste of wood."

"Pandion leader, you underestimate the role of paper. Paper can be used not only for writing, but also for recording data. As long as you use paper to record the details of the property of the Athens tribe, you can improve the management of the Athens tribe and better plan Athens. The future of the tribe. And paper—it can be used as toilet paper."

"It's really a tasteless thing! Say it's useless but it's useful, say it's useful but it's not very useful."

Hearing Pandion's evaluation of paper, Roy sighed and decided to show the true value of paper.

"Pandion chief! If paper can be made into armor, do you still think paper is useless?"

"You said this thin paper can be made into armor?"

Seeing Pandion's suspicious expression, Roy took out a piece of paper armor and threw it on the ground, then pulled out the bronze saber from Pandion's waist, and stabbed at the paper armor on the ground.

puff!
The blade of the bronze saber pierced the paper armor.

When Roy picked up the paper armor on the ground with the bronze saber, and saw that the sharp blade failed to pierce the paper armor, Pandion widened his eyes in shock and said.

"This is paper armor? Thin paper is stacked to make an armor, which can block the sharp edge of a bronze weapon."

Even in the advanced civilization of the Near East in this era, it is impossible for all soldiers to use bronze weapons.

In the Greek region with backward civilization, only wooden or stone weapons could be used in wars between tribes. Only leaders, big or small, or the leader's personal guards could use bronze weapons.

If all the soldiers of the Athenian tribe could fight in paper armor, they would have won easily.

Pandion took off the paper armor from the bronze saber, feeling the weight of the paper armor and said.

"It's too light! This kind of paper armor not only has the same defensive power as bronze armor, but also is so light that it won't affect soldiers in battle."

Roy said with a smug smile.

"It is because paper armor has these advantages that I purposely make paper armor so that I can save my life on the battlefield."

Pandion took a deep breath and said.

"Priest Loi! Now that I know the true value of paper, I will fully support you in making paper. I will give you more paper-making craftsmen and more paper-making materials. In order not to let the technology of paper-making leak out, we The craftsmen who make paper must be strictly managed. Not only the craftsmen who make paper, but other craftsmen must also be strictly managed. In the future, these craftsmen will never leave the Acropolis, and when these craftsmen die, their families can leave with their bodies.”

"You want to manage the artisans and make them lose their freedom for the rest of their lives?"

Seeing Roy frowning, Pandion said with a faint smile.

"For the strength of the Athenian tribe, it is nothing to ask these craftsmen to make a little sacrifice. And we can compensate them, so that these craftsmen and their families will have no worries about food and drink for a lifetime."

(End of this chapter)