On the revolutionary friendship between the underworld and the underworld

Opening his eyes and waking up, he saw the ceiling of the twin wombs. It was obvious that he had returned to the sanctuary. In short, it is a good thing that his body is not dead, otherwise it would be very difficult for him to deal with Nuwa.

His Majesty yawned and lifted the quilt to get up. He didn't know how many times he slept on the double womb bed, just like his own home.

The moment he lifted the quilt, His Majesty realized that there seemed to be something wrong with him. Looking down, the original set of layered bamboo shoots on his body was gone and replaced by a trainee's attire. The clothes are still a bit familiar...

"Are you awake?" At this time, the door opened, and Aspros came in carrying water from the outside. Seeing the young man who had woken up on the bed, his solemn expression eased for a moment, and then his face began to darken again.

"Uh..." His Majesty's eyes drifted away as he saw the little friend's expression about to be stormy, presumably it was the old man who talked too much about the problem with this body.

"Look into my eyes." Aspoulos pinched His Majesty's cheek with both hands and pulled his face back again.

"Look at the grind..." His Majesty, whose face was deformed, said inarticulately, his tone was as innocent as ever: "Would you like to see the gum in Lu's eyes?"

This man deserves a beating!

Aspoulos was angry and couldn't vent his anger to a person who was recovering from a serious illness, so he had to swallow his monstrous anger in his stomach. The result of swallowing too much was that he wanted to pounce on someone very much at this moment.

"Ace, your expression looks like you want to eat people." His Majesty took a few steps back with the quilt in his arms. It is always true that a good-tempered person is more terrifying when he gets angry.

But the next move of Aspros was beyond His Majesty's expectation. He hugged the person sitting on the bed without saying a word, and the tall and grown man's arms easily hugged the person who was always sitting on the bed. The bodies of the young boys, even when they met for the first time a few years ago, they were still about the same height.

"...I'm very worried." Aspros buried his face in the boy's neck. Due to the improper protection of the Scorpio, the three of them, including the goddess, were injured in different shades. They were originally golden saints. Caldia, whose body is far more resistant to beatings than ordinary people, and the little goddess, who only suffered skin trauma, are fine, but a certain doctor who is physically exhausted and has an old heart attack is not so optimistic...

It may be that the scene where the crying goddess kicked the little scorpion holding the comatose doctor into the pope's hall was too shocking, even the experienced pope couldn't help being frightened.

And at that time, he happened to be dealing with affairs by the Pope's side, his mind went blank, and his heart almost stopped beating. If Sisyphus hadn't reminded him, he might really have made some gaffes.

"Don't worry, I'll take care of myself." He stopped very well before his heart broke, and his body's self-healing ability will soon recover. His Majesty also thought so at the time, so he asked the little scorpion Able to make quick decisions.

"Is this what you mean?" Hearing what he said, the depression in Aspoulos' heart became more and more serious, and the hands he held tightened even more, as if he wanted to rub the person in his arms into him. same body.

Heh, he has an old heart disease. After all these years of acquaintance, he never knew about it, and he never told himself, that is to say, did he always regard himself as an outsider from the beginning to the end?

With His Majesty's rough nerves, he naturally couldn't detect the abnormality of the little friend. He was strangled and struggling for breath, kicking his hooves in a vain attempt to escape from below and ascend to heaven.

Young birthday!Saint fighter kills!

"Don't move around..." Aspros's veins pushed down the restless man in his arms: "If you move around, I'll tickle you"

"Hmm..." Being threatened by such a threat, His Majesty resolutely obeyed, he grabbed a strand of sea-blue hair from his little friend and tugged at it, and said flatteringly, "I'm sorry, this kind of thing won't happen in the future, I will protect yourself"

"..." Aspros remained unmoved with a sullen face. His experience since he was a child told him that the words of the guy in front of him are completely unbelievable. Showing a pitiful and innocent expression to win sympathy, but every time he succeeds in being fooled by him, it is really hateful.

His Majesty lost his mind in the face of the little partner who refused to eat hard and soft. He clearly remembered that Asi was very talkative in the past. It must be the fault of Sisyphus and the old man, so Asi became the unfunny person he is now. character.

In short, this dangerous topic can't be allowed to continue, His Majesty glanced wildly and said, "Ace, where are my clothes?"

"...The previous clothes have been taken to the maid for washing." Aspros knew that he was changing the subject without revealing it.

"Then what I'm wearing now..."

"It's mine" seems to be afraid of someone's misunderstanding, Aspros added: "Because your clothes are too complicated, so I put the old clothes on you without authorization, do you... mind? "

"Before?" His Majesty suddenly realized, no wonder he felt familiar at first.

To be honest, it has been a long time since he has worn clothes with less fabric than the half-summer suit, and now it is a bit fresh to put on the trainee-style short-sleeved shorts.

"Is there anything else?" He remembered that there were sandals in the training equipment.

"Of course, but what do you want to do?" Aspros touched the young man's neck exposed behind his long hair with dark eyes, as if he wanted to press him to his side.

It didn't feel good to be pinched at the throat, so His Majesty dodged subconsciously. This action resulted in Aspros's darker eyes.

"It's nothing, I just feel that the weather is starting to get hot." The trainee's clothes looked cool.

"Is there any problem?" The boy raised his head and smiled innocently, just like before.

"Of course... no." Aspoulos was stunned for a moment and then smiled softly. What was he thinking, this person has never changed...why does he have to worry about this.

After putting on the training uniform, a certain person bounced and left the Gemini. According to him, he wanted to go to the Pope's Hall to visit the new little goddess.

Ever since he was a child, Aspros has always been puzzled by the innate skills of someone who can get along with anyone, even ordinary people, but the goddess was brought back to the sanctuary by Sisyphus not long ago...

Is there no one in the entire sanctuary who can escape that guy's claws?

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It's impossible to think about it...otherwise the Pope wouldn't be so troubled...

Resigned to his fate, Aspros started to tidy up his own bed. Because of the colic in his heart, someone kicked the quilt over and over all night until he settled down in the morning, so the bedding was messy.

【Ding--】

The moment the quilt was shaken, a metallic necklace slid off the edge of the bed and collided with the hard ground with a crisp sound.

Aspulos lowered his head, and a necklace of pentagrams came into view. For some reason, he always felt that he had seen this pattern somewhere.

"Is this Yan's necklace?" Probably he carelessly left it on the bed and forgot to take it away. He remembered that Yan said a long time ago that it was a gift from a friend.

Naturally, Aspoulos attributed this inexplicable sense of familiarity to His Majesty.

Although he didn't need to go to the Pope's Hall today, but in order to return the property to the original owner, he should still make a trip, because it would probably take a few days to think based on someone's reflex arc.

When they came to the Pope's Hall, Pope Sage and Sisyphus of Sagittarius seemed to be discussing something.

"Sisyphus has worked hard for you these years, the goddess is still young, it is best for you to stay in the sanctuary..." Sai Qi said.

"That's what I mean too." Sisyphus nodded and turned his head to see Aspoulus walking in.

"Oh, Aspros, you came just in time, here is a mission from Sicily," the old man Saiqi said in a tone that caught the coolie.

"..." I always felt that he came at the wrong time.

"Ahem, I'm just going to pick up something that was left in the mafia family in the former sanctuary." Perhaps Sai Qi himself thought his tone was too eager, and quickly coughed a few times to explain that although this task is not difficult, it is very troublesome , It would be perfect to hand it over to the thoughtful Aspros.

"Gemini Aspoulus leads the order." Aspolos accepted the task without changing his expression. For the Golden Saint Seiya, these large and small tasks are also within the responsibility, and it is the same for anyone.

"And these." Sai Qi took a stack of materials from the waiter beside him and handed them to the two of them respectively: "This is the information about Pluto, the Twin Gods, and the Pluto Army compiled by Dieter. Although it is not complete, it is It is already the most detailed information that the sanctuary can obtain so far, as one of the outstanding gold saints, I hope you two can write down these completely."

Sisyphus took the first half of the documents, while Aspoulus took the rest. While listening to Sage's speech, the two of them flipped through the documents in their hands from time to time. These documents belonged to the sanctuary Except for the silver altar seat that assists the pope, saints below gold have no right to consult the internal confidential documents.

In the materials, many fragments of ancient books that they glanced at on weekdays are also annotated in detail, and drawn with simple patterns for reference, which is very in line with the style of Dieter, the textual research party.

For Aspros, who was studying hard for the Pope, most of these materials had a deep or shallow impression in his mind, and reading it again now was just to consolidate the original knowledge.

"Huh?" Halfway through the page, a doubtful voice came from Sisyphus, and Sage turned his head and asked:

"Sisyphus, is there anything in the information that you don't understand?"

"No, it's just that the pattern of this pendant seems familiar." Sisyphus frowned while pointing at the circular pentagram pattern on the paper.

"This..." Sage's expression became serious when he heard Sisyphus's words: "You mean you have seen this pattern before, and when did it happen?"

"I can't remember, it should have happened a long time ago." Sisyphus shook his head helplessly. He racked his brains but couldn't pull out the impression of this pattern from the depths of his memory, he just thought it looked familiar.

"This is a bit difficult..." Sage suddenly stood up and said in a serious tone: "Hades, the king of the underworld, used the body of the purest boy in the world to resurrect in every jihad, and the pendant with this pattern was worn on that The selected boy is used as a proof of possession, Sisyphus, maybe you have already seen this generation of Pluto..."

"I'm extremely sorry for not being able to help you, His Excellency the Pope." Sisyphus showed guilt. If he could remember, there was no doubt that this would be extremely beneficial to the entire jihad.

"Aspros, what about you, do you have any impression of this pattern?" Sage threw the conversation to a certain Gemini warrior who had been in a daze from the beginning.

"...!" Aspoulos, who was lost in thought, came back to his senses, froze for a moment and said with great regret, "No..."

"I've never seen such a pattern..." He quietly hid his left hand behind his back.

"It's such a pity." Sage sighed, thinking that he had finally found a clue to solve it.

In the Pope's Hall, a Saint Seiya of Gemini had a gloomy expression:

"yes……"

what a pity...