The Aegean Sea in spring is beautiful, and the sea surface under the sunset is like a beautiful picture.

The sailors had just had supper and were drinking and gambling with shells in the cabin. The sound of their shouting was so loud that the minstrels who were riding on the boat frowned and began to play their unique music, and then sang "Homera Epic" in a low voice.

This is a song they love to sing. Even the great "Homera Epic" is compiled based on the songs of their troubadours. This glory gives them the confidence to trace their history back to the Greek hero era seven hundred years ago, and make those sailors respect it.

Looking at the red sun gradually falling into the sea, a middle-aged man in white robe sitting on the bow of the boat fell into deep thought.

He was wearing a standard Greek cotton robe, his curly brown hair was wet by the sea fog, and his feet were wearing a pair of sailor boots that were most common at sea. However, when he looked down from the boot tube, his feet were still naked. When the sea breeze poured into the boot tube, his toes would squirm desperately, as if only in this way could ensure that his toes would not be numb.

"At dusk, the sun always falls into the sea. When the ships in the distance appear, they will first see the masts. At night, we will see some stars rising from the horizon in front, while others disappear under the horizon in the rear. My argument is indeed correct. The world we are in is a ball, and the Baizi of Qin has the same view as me. He is really a knowledgeable person. If such a person is not seen, it will be a lifelong regret for me."

Take out a book from the robe, and it is as precious as holding a letter from a lover. The middle-aged man gently opened the page and said, "'Seeing' seems to be more interesting than the point I put forward. Let's see what Bai Zi is talking about, dialectical materialism? Well, it means not to look at the principles of things with absolute and static views. But if we choose a relative view and support that everything has two sides, then how can we determine the source of things, or even the truth? No, I must rush to Persia as soon as possible and then go to China. When I see this Bai Zi, I believe we must have a lot to talk about."

Thinking of this, the middle-aged man in white robe looked up at the distant east, looking infinitely fascinated. He was a little confused. Suddenly, a sailor shouted loudly: "Pirates! It's a pirate! Mr. Aristotle, please come to the cabin quickly, it's too dangerous!"

"pirate?"

Aristotle looked into the distance with great interest, and indeed, four pirate ships were seen at the junction of water and sky. The first one appeared was the main mast with the black and white skull flag flying.

Even if it was four to one, the pirate ships opposite still maintained a uniform formation. The large number of sails and strange appearance gave them amazing motivation. In addition, the wind was smooth, so the Greek merchant ship Aristotle was riding was surrounded by only one Greek clock. Without hearing the pirates' shouts at the top of their lungs, they saw the overwhelming arrows coming. At that moment, it seemed that the entire sky was shrouded in the sky.

When the 'pirates' boarded the ship, this battle that could not be considered a battle was basically over. The Greek sailors on the merchant ship seemed to be extremely familiar with this scene. After fighting symbolically for a few times, they all threw down their weapons and surrendered with their heads in their arms.

Aristotle was also one of them. However, he did not hold his head up, but put the book "Study and Learning" desperately into his arms. It was something he bought from Persian merchants for a lot of money. In order to understand this book, he tried to learn the language of Persian and Chinese with pitiful materials.

"Is this book yours?"

A young pirate jumped in front of him, snatched the book and read it a few times, and then asked him in Chinese.

Aristotle looked at the young pirate with some confusion and found that he had a pair of black and clear eyes, and felt relieved: "This is the work of the Western philosopher Bai Zi. Please respect it!"

"Oh? Haha, you can speak Chinese and you are also good at flattering me."

The young pirate hooked his little finger, and immediately several pirates came and put Aristotle into the pirate's cabin.

Aristotle opened his eyes wide and looked at the beautifully decorated cabin. He felt that he had come to the Eastern Kingdom recorded in the book, picked up a small bronze tripod with exquisite casting and looked at it carefully. The more he looked, the more interested he became.

"Hey, Greek, what's your name?"

The young man walked into the cabin and took off his black pirate sailor suit, put on an oriental silk robe, and his two buns on his head looked like cow horns. It was ridiculous to the Greeks, but the boy's calm temperament was hard to laugh out loud.

This is a nobleman, and also a top oriental nobleman. Aristotle, who is thirty-two years old this year, has seen many nobles in the Plato Academy in Athens, and naturally knows how to distinguish them.

"You are not a pirate! When did the Chinese nobles also like to play pirates?"

Aristotle, who was the first-class in thinking, naturally knew how to take the initiative. After he looked at the teenager carefully, he shouted: "How are you going to treat those innocent sailors and merchants?"

"Of course I'm not a pirate anymore, I'm just a tourist."

The young man laughed, spread his hands innocently, and shrugged like the Greeks: "But as far as I know, those sailors will be dismissed, and no one will hurt their lives; as for those merchants, if they promised to cooperate with Eastern China in the future, they would not suffer any losses, and if they refused, it would be hard to say. You can understand my teacher's book, which shows that they are wise men. They should know how the Greeks treated the Romans in their early years. By the way, the Persians' sea blockade, we are just imitating now, and we are willing to pretend to be pirates, leaving enough face and room for mediation for everyone."

"So you are his student, are you Bai Zi's ideas?"

Aristotle sat back with a smile, and the anger on his face disappeared for a moment. He nodded repeatedly and looked at the boy meaningfully: "I left Athens to see Bai Zi of Qin. You are his student. Can you help me introduce me? I am Aristotle!"

Speaking of his name, Aristotle raised his head proudly. Now this name is the brightest pearl of Athens, and even surpasses his teachers in some fields, such as his proudest philosophy and study of matters.

For master-level figures like him, only sages like Confucius, Mo Zi and Laozi in the East can be respected by him. Bai Zi of Qin is one of the best scholars in the East today and can talk to him on an equal footing, but the young man in front of him is not qualified to let him look at him.

The boy looked at him quietly for a long time, and suddenly asked loudly outside the cabin, "How long will it take to return?"

"Returning to the prince, we have two days to voyage. If we encounter a large merchant ship on the road, it may take some time."

"That's good. Give this man the necessary maibao and water on the way back. Don't starve him to death, and don't let him eat enough. If this prince hears him burping, he will blame you! This person likes to raise his head too much. This prince is just to lower his head. Isn't it Aristotle, something!"

"No, you can't treat me like this, I protest, I am the best scholar in Athens, I am Aristotle. Hey, kid, have you heard of nature? Have you done experiments in nature? I can do something for you to see, and I will be surprised. Don't leave, you will definitely not guess, this is an extremely magical world."

"Bad, isn't it just a physical experiment? When I was in Fengming Academy, I had to vomit when I was doing experiments. Why didn't I see anything interesting?"
Chapter completed!