spartan ancestor

The heat of the Spartan summer was enough to put down even the most energetic dog.

The sun is scorching the plain, and the only way to survive is to hide under the olive tree——

Unfortunately, even this last piece of pure land has been invaded by uninvited guests.

Hyacinthus sat leaning against the tree, put his head against the cool tree trunk behind him, avoided the face of the uninvited guest who was very close, and smiled in a good but not so good mood: "Zephyros, if I I remember correctly, you already have a wife."

He had good reason to be in a bad mood.

Anyone who dreams of having his head smashed will not wake up in a good mood.

Especially the murderer in the dream was standing in front of him, seeming to be confessing affectionately, but the words he said were strangely the same as in the dream.

But when he took a deep breath of the dry but fresh air, Yacintos felt like he had accidentally picked up a second life.

Everything in front of me suddenly became extraordinarily beautiful. The plain of Sparta, which I have been tired of seeing for a long time, has never been so full of vitality.

Even the gloomy West Wind God in front of him seemed not so unbearable anymore.

--as if.

Xifeng God stared straight at Jacintos, and the too deep eye sockets made his already gloomy demeanor even more gloomy: "Wife? No. Having three children for me doesn't mean you can be with me. With a marriage relationship, she is just my lover." Not only did he back away ignorantly, but he moved closer, with a cold look in his eyes, "Yasin, why did you reject me? Is it because of the sun god Apollo?" ?”

The West Wind God looked at Jacintos' neck, and the hand propped on the tree trunk twitched a few times.

Anger and jealousy almost emptied his chest, and the mad killing intent roared in Xifengshen's brain.But every time he turned his eyes slightly upwards and saw the face of Hyacinthus, Zephyros' killing intent seemed to be choked by the water flow of a pass, and his instincts stagnated, accompanied by a rush of anger. Breathe, also subconsciously relax.

All the poets in the world are singing that Apollo, the sun god, has an incomparable beauty that is the envy of all the gods of Olympus, but Jean Pheros said that these poets are pure fart and ignorant.

If the Creator gave Apollo three points of preferential treatment in the matter of pinching his face, then the remaining seven points must have been given to Hyacinthus.

As the crown prince of Sparta, Hyacinths enjoyed a privilege that Spartan men of the same age could not have-no need to participate in militarized training.

This also means that when young Spartans of the same age are still following the system and are not allowed to grow hair before the age of 20 and beards before the age of 30, he is already the same as other older Spartan nobles. Have well-maintained long hair.

The magnificent golden curly hair is dense and fluffy, rendering a rose-like color in the setting sun, and the blue eyes under the hair are like the clear Aegean Sea, reflecting the intoxicating glow of the sky.

20 years old is the most beautiful age for a man. His young body is covered with slender muscles, which combines the firmness of a young man with a trace of youthful youthfulness that has not faded.

The bow and arrow with clean and delicate lines are on the back, and the scimitar and short sword are more like decorations than weapons, and they are carefully hung on his flexible waist by Helotes who serves him.

Xifeng Shen's Adam's apple rolled: "...speak."

Hyacinthus controlled his urge to roll his eyes, pushed Zefeng God away with his own hands, and pressed his eyelids that were inexplicably throbbing with pain: "No. Of course it's not because of Apollo."

If he hadn't had that terrible dream just now, Hyacinthus might really have nodded.but now……

Hyacinthus moved his fingers and looked at the Spartan Plain not far away.

In the dream, he agreed to Apollo's courtship here, but he also annoyed the God of West Wind because of this.

He still remembered the startling glimpse in his dream—the West Wind God, who was watching this scene in the reeds by the river, had a hideous and terrifying face because of jealousy, and his poisonous eyes pierced straight.

On the plain, the young Crown Prince was still laughing and competing with his new lover. His youthful face was full of desire and joy for victory, but the God of Zephyr, who was lurking in the grass, stood up slightly like a cobra.

The god raised his eyes only slightly, and the discus thrown by Hyacinthus was easily changed by the west wind.

The heavy discus spun suddenly in the air.

With a faster speed than before, he slammed Yacintos' head hard.

— Crack!

The pain went straight into the depths of his brain, and accompanied by the crisp sound of his own skull breaking, Yacintos woke up in a cold sweat in the scorching heat.

Xi Fengshen let out a half-snor and half-sneering voice: "Lie." He seemed to hold back his words so fast that he spoke as fast as he had rehearsed many times, "Three days ago, I came to Sri Lanka. Bada, but I heard you praying for the coming of the gods in the temple of Apollo, and showing love to him—”

"You misunderstood." Hyacinthus interrupted dryly.

Xifeng Shen raised his arms and crossed his chest, sneering and waiting for Yacinthos' explanation.

"..."

"...?"

Yacintos looked at Xifeng God without changing his expression, as if he was not the one who got stuck because he couldn't think of the next step.

The wind blows through the reeds, bringing the sounds of girls playing.

Yacintos glanced at the riverside casually, and paused for a few seconds on the clay puppet that the child raised above his head, and got the inspiration for ghost talk.

With the cover of the cloak, he put his left hand behind his back without any trace: "The god I pray to is not Apollo."

Zephyr: "You're lying! How could you not be praying to him in the temple of Apollo?"

Hyacinthus calmly withdrew his hand and spread out his palm: "It's to Him!"

Not ready, the final sound is slightly split.

Hyacinthus readjusted his sitting posture: "Praise the incomparable God of origin, he is the beginning of the world, the origin of all births, the god of gods, the great chaos, praise Chaos!"

On the plain white palm lay a lump of mud, which was hideously ugly.

This is what Jacintos just picked up on the spot and grabbed it at random.

Time was running out, so Jacintos took a few pinches, and used it to fool the West Wind God. His attitude was no more serious than fooling a three-year-old child, but he remembered to wipe his hands clean and destroy the evidence.

Hyacinthus glanced at his "masterpiece" out of the corner of his eye, and was so excited that he looked away, but his face was still calm: "My friend, please appreciate the statue I personally molded for my god."

So what about ugly?As long as the skin is thick enough, you can have self-confidence that cannot be defeated.

With a confident smile, Yacintos showed his masterpiece in all directions, while constantly replaying the images of his dreams in his mind.

The eyes full of malice and contempt in the reeds are more hatred and dissatisfaction than jealousy.

In the matter of being rejected, Xifeng God was more concerned about losing to Apollo.As for Hyacinthus, to Zephyrus, like that poor lover, it was a beautiful spoil of plunder.

A mocking sneer flashed across Jacintos' eyes, aimed at the superior gods, but also at himself.

For a Spartan man, especially the crown prince, it is undoubtedly the most dishonorable and humiliating way to die, not in battle, but as a lover—or even a spoil of war.

Yacintos had already simulated the specific rules of killing the gods in his mind, and buried the soil on the top of Xifeng God's head, his tone was still calm and natural: "What do you think? I went to the temple before to show the priests this."

At this stage, let's fool the West Wind God away first, change the fate of being killed, and then start making preparations.

Jacintos raised his hand, and brought the ugly lump of mud, which could make a three-year-old child so disgusted and crying, to Xifengshen.

"Later, I modified it again. This is the latest model. I am going to send it to the workshop and let the best blacksmiths make it. Do you think the priest will be willing to replace the statue of Apollo with this majestic statue?"

West Wind God: "..."

His gaze moved down slowly.

majesty……?

In silence, the eyes of the two froze for a moment on the ugly lump of mud, and then Xi Fengshen's face contorted like a twitch.

His mouth opened and closed, as if he was full of complicated emotions and didn't know how to express them.

Hyacinthus had a panoramic view of Xifeng God's expression, and continued to gossip without guilt: "I think black soil fits the image of my god better than marble and brass. As for the unpredictable shape, it is better than the specific The human form can better reflect my unpredictable characteristics."

Hyacinthus pointed to the three obvious finger marks on the ugly mud, and said nonsense: "These three places are the finishing touch. They are the power and beauty added to the soft lines, as if after the chaos with no fixed shape. , a god invisible to the naked eye is about to come out, and his figure is so huge that it is beyond imagination..."

West Wind God: "..."

He stared at the "Idol".

When Hyacinthus just took it out, Zephyrus wondered if Hyacinthus was fooling him.But combined with the introduction and looking around, he really tasted the combination of power and beauty, the indescribable meaning...?

Xifengshen, who knew nothing about art, analyzed without confidence:

Moreover, think about it from a rational point of view, would Hyacinths really tell such a flawed lie?

Zephyros looked at the statue cautiously, his mind was full of thoughts.

His obsession with Hyacinthos is indeed a bit of greed for beauty, but the most important thing is to compete with the sun god.But if there is another competitor like Khaos in this competition, the balance of the competition will be completely tilted!

Even if he and Apollo are on the same side, Chaos can easily push the other end of the scale into the abyss with just one finger.

Not to mention arousing any desire for comparison, even criticizing this thing as ugly as suffocating, Zephyros swallowed it back in fear.

This is why Hyacinthus used Chaos as a cover.Anyway, he never really prayed to Chaos, and Chaos knew which onion he was?It would be great if Zephyr could misunderstand Apollo who responded to him in the temple as Chaos.

There is an even more important factor.

Even since the birth of Chaos, this god has not even found a partner, and all the offspring are conceived by himself, which is very reassuring to hear.

Jacintos stared closely at the expression on Xifeng God's face, and could see that the original anger was replaced by confusion, confusion, suspicion, bewilderment... After weighing it, it finally turned into caution.

West Wind God took a step back: "Yasin, I hope what you said is true. To deceive the gods is an unforgivable blasphemy." He added a warning unwillingly, "I will come to Sparta to visit you."

He has to leave.When he came to the world this time, he still shouldered the task assigned by Hera. Zephyros took a deep look at Hyacinthus, but failed to find any flaws, so he had to leave under the wind of West Wind.

Hyacinthus didn't intend to watch him off either. After confirming that the West Wind God had left, he threw away the "majestic statue" and tilted it again under the tree roots. After a long while, he raised his hand and pressed his eyes again.

The idol made of black mud rolled three times on the ground, scattered into mud, and returned to its original appearance.

I don't know if it was the negative effect left by the nightmare, Yacintos felt a dull pain in his head, and his eyes seemed to be still in the nightmare, the moment when he was smashed by the discus.

His chest was burned by the cold fire of anger, and his heart was beating so hard that his ribs hurt a little.

Hyacinthus took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.

I'm only half out of breath.

The light in front of my eyes was suddenly covered by a pair of hands: "Dear Yashin, have you been waiting for a long time?"

A familiar voice rang in my ears, it was pleasant to hear, but it was not at all welcomed by Hyacinthus at this time.

As soon as the previous protagonist of the nightmare left, the latter came late, with the breath of laurel and sunshine, approached intimately, and stuck another cold thing on the face of Tjacintos.

Apollo let go of Jacintos, held the can and rubbed his hands, with a hint of impatience in his tone: "Forgive me for the long delay, after hearing your prayer in the temple, I walked all over the holy mountain of Olympus overnight, and finally chose Grow the best holy olive tree, and make the best olive oil with your own hands.”

Apollo affectionately went to lay Jacintos' hand: "Ready to be a real man, Yashin?"