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Fortunately, Hein didn't say his guess, otherwise Jacintos would probably give him a blank stare.

He thought, would A-Ka cooperate?

Everyone cleaned up the messy deck, and Hyacinthus sent away Amphitrite, who said he would go back to handle official business, and Poseidon would never return, bid farewell to the little siren girl, and went with Aka. A vacant cabin.

After the previous struggle, the cabin was also in chaos. When Jacintos made the bed, he could almost feel Aka’s hesitant eyes behind him. After pretending for a while, he couldn’t help laughing. , turned around and folded his arms: "Do you know that you look very much like Athena before?"

The words of the little siren girl provided a lot of information.

One of them was that Athena was not really as enamored of Zeus as it was known.

It is estimated that Athena always stared at him before, just thinking about her mother who had not been rescued, and hoping that Pomegranate or Golden Tears could help her plight.

As for Aka...

Before, he helped Aka cover up in front of Amphitrite, but he did not hide that he had already guessed that Aka's identity was wrong. Since then, Aka has always maintained this state of hesitation and lack of confidence. It was also for a short while when I ate flying vinegar halfway.

"..." Aka watched his lips move slightly, and finally looked away, reaching out to hold up the candle by the bed, "I don't know what you are talking about."

Hyacinthus looked at the figure behind him tidying the floor and dragged his voice: "Really? You don't have anything to talk to me?"

"..." Aka paused slightly, his voice a little hoarse, "Go to bed early, don't you want to sleep?"

Aka tensed his shoulders slightly, but the hands that were supposed to tidy up the floor made the quilt even more messy because of his confused mood.

He hardly doubted that Hyacinthus would ask, after all, there was the precedent of that idiot Apollo, who was stronger than Hyacinthus, how could he allow himself to be deceived by the same means a second time?

He could easily knock West Wind God into the abyss, but at this moment he was helpless.Like a prisoner before the gallows, the noose has already strangled his neck, and he can only hope for luck with no way out: Since he was found wrong so early, why didn't Yashin expose it?

Is it for temptation, or...intentional connivance?

These human emotions are too complicated for A-Ka. He has lived for too long, like a stubborn old man who has gotten used to old habits. Not allowed to enter.

So a thin layer of sweat leaked from his palm, he held his breath, and only waited for the judgment of the judge behind him.

"Okay," the judge said lightly, "lock the door behind me, I don't want to be half asleep, because Hein and the others will rush in rashly."

A-Ka would not tell the truth directly, Hyacinthus had expected it.He had guessed many times before why, such as whether this was some kind of Orpheus-like contract, as long as Aka couldn't help but take the initiative to talk about the past, he would be deprived of this reborn new life.

He didn't care about having to ask Aka for an answer. He could say that he was proud, or it could be said that it was because of his personality. In short, Hyacinthus was confident that with his own ability, he didn't need to force Aka to give up the question, and he didn't have to. It is completely sufficient to solve all kinds of troubles faced.

The bed had already been made loose and soft by Aka, and Jacintos lazily fell into it and rolled half a circle, and felt the ship shake as he requested.

To be honest, it didn't feel very good.Maybe when he was a ghost, he paid attention to the pain elsewhere and didn't care about this dizziness, but now Hyacinthus is still a living person, and the ghost knows how the crew at the helm drove the boat, shaking his head so heavy, some nausea.

The helmsman on the deck was quite excited, stomping his feet nervously, and the voice of the duck came through the board: "How is it? Is it swaying enough? This is my experience in sailing for many years. I didn't blow it, just this kind of swaying." Fuck, old sailors are sick!"

"..." Yacintos turned his back against the wall and rolled his eyes, and took the time to close his eyes.

The dream came faster than expected, and before anyone vomited, Hyacinthus returned to the endless sea in his dream, and the ghost ship tenaciously moving forward in the waves.

But this time was different from the last time. When he raised his head in the dream, there was a familiar green island in his vision. As the distance got closer, the appearance gradually became clearer.

Large tracts of olive groves spread from the plains all the way up to the hills, and vines with numerous flower buds spread everywhere, climbing some stones to form a wonderful shape.

It wasn't until he stumbled off the boat in the dream that he was in severe pain, and peeled away the wildly growing vines, that he realized that these stones were actually marble decorations, some were statues, some were fountains, but they were all abandoned for too long. The vines are so overgrown that you can't even see their original shape unless you pull them apart.

However, in the dream, he just rested while panting and pawing rocks, pawing vines and just doing something to pass the time. Go to the old temple.

Hyacinthus tightened his nerves, ready to meet the old woman at any time around the corner, but in his dream, he didn't know whether it was luck or misfortune, he walked all the way to the entrance of the temple, opened the old and faded gate, but still did not see the three goddesses of fate traces.

He noticed a detail—the self in the dream didn't seem unexpected.After finding that there was no one in the temple, he went straight to the apse without stopping, knocked open several doors without thinking, and stopped in front of the last door.

The time he paused was actually not long, but compared with the previous lack of hesitation, this pause is particularly obvious.It's like anticipating what's in the house, knowing that I can see the goal of this trip when I open the door, so I have complicated emotions and have to stop and take a deep breath to prepare my mind.

Fortunately, the self in the dream didn't hold back for long. Before Yacintos got impatient, he decisively raised his hand and pushed open the door.

Golden light, the golden light that filled the room overflowed from the opened door at once, scorching into Jacintos' eyes with scorching brilliance.

So much so that in his dream he was stabbed to the side, narrowed his eyes slightly, and only then did he see clearly what was shining in the room——

It's the golden thread that piles up the floor of the room and fills every cupboard and drawer.

It is exactly the same as the golden threads gushing out of the golden tears.

These gold threads seem to be messy and disorderly, but they are actually neatly stored.

No matter whether it has been spun or not, these golden threads are intertwined all the way, stretching to the center of the room, and connected to three golden shuttles, each of which emits light that is stronger or weaker but trembling slightly, as if struggling.

He took a step towards Jin Suo——

The dream came to an abrupt end.

When the darkness fell unexpectedly, Hyacinths was almost not woken up by fright. He thought that he was caught by the three goddesses of fate in the previous life. The memory is broken again.

The memory of what he did after he got close to Jin Shuo was skipped, and this time the scene started from him hiding behind a certain cabinet with a bunch of Jin Cancan.

Three girlish voices came from outside the room, weeping mixed with hatred:

"Why didn't I learn the lesson? Knowing how ugly this ghost looks like now, I couldn't wait to run out to make a fool of myself."

"These hateful human beings! Are their fates determined by us? We are obviously just puppets of fate, weaving out his appointed fate—if we can control fate, how can we make Oedipus' curse come true? Became ugly like this now? We didn’t even dare to go out to meet people—God! After so many years, we finally got an invitation, but we just because a child on the way pointed at us and cried about being ugly. Hide back."

"Stop talking... Atropos. This is the fate that the lord arranged for us. After so many years on this island, shouldn't we be used to it?"

"How do you get used to it? Croto? Before leaving the island today, I passed by our small garden... How long have we not left the island since the curse took effect? ​​How long have we not been in the mood to take care of our small garden? Look at us now What a deserted place I live in—I can’t even put a mirror in it, and I can’t look down at the water when I’m in the shower. Do you know how it feels when I touch my skin with my hands?”

"I--"

The dream came to an abrupt end again.

Hyacinthus gasped suddenly and sat up on the bed, leaning on the wall beside him.

The burning pain in the dream seemed to be brought out together, concentrated in the eye sockets, burning him so hard that he couldn't open his eyes for a while, and the dry eyeballs moved froze under the eyelids.

The heart was beating violently, hitting the ribs one after another, Yacintos raised his hand and wiped his face, only to realize that he seemed to be covered in cold sweat.

It was dark in the cabin, only the meager moonlight came in through the narrow porthole.

These two short-lived and fragmented dreams turned into a dream at night.

"What did you dream about?"

Aka's familiar voice came from not far from Jacintos' side, and the deep voice tied Jacintos' heart, which was throbbing and trying to knock out his ribs, back to its original place, and slowly calmed down.

In the darkness, there was the rustling of clothes and bedding coming from the direction of A-Ka, followed by the sound of approaching steady footsteps.

The turbulence of the ship didn't seem to have any effect on A-Ka. After the head of the bed stopped, A-Ka opened the drawer.

Yacintos realized what the other party was going to do: "Don't do it."

He reached out and grabbed A-Ka's wrist, his voice still hoarse.

"?" Aka paused in the darkness, "Don't you...don't like darkness? I prepared flint in the drawer, and I can light the candle soon."

The darkness amplifies all the sounds that reach the ears.

For example, the sound of waves beating against the hull, or the occasional rolling of flint in the drawer with the bumps.

Another example is Aka's words. Hyacinthus has never noticed it before. When talking about the topic "You don't like darkness", Aka's tone is like this—it seems calm, but when you listen carefully, there is a slight hint of sadness. , like a depression that is trying to hide but not quite succeeding.

"..." Yacinto paused for a moment, did not let go of his hand, and repeated, "No need. If you are by the side...it won't be so annoying."

Not consolation, but sincerity.

Maybe when he first had the prophetic dream a few years ago, he was quite resistant to darkness, but now he seems to be less and less concerned about it, because he knows that no matter how dark the night is, there is always someone standing by his side.

It seemed to fill a void in his heart.In short, when he was in the dark, he was no longer the same as before, always feeling empty somewhere in his heart, as if he was forced to dig out something he couldn't remember clearly.

He pulled A-Ka's wrist, gently tugged the person towards him in the dark, and leaned towards him, quietly sticking to the opponent's strong waist.

It's amazing, it's obviously very different from the touch in memory, but the sense of stability is still familiar, which gives him a little psychological relief from the scorching eyes.

"Don't move, let me calm down for a while." Yacintos complained in a low voice, "I fucking wonder if I fell into a volcano when I escaped from Hades in my previous life, and my whole body hurts like being roasted on a fire , It’s okay when I wake up, but my eyes are uncomfortable.”

His chest also hurt a little, but he brazenly pulled A-Ka's hand over and pressed it against his chest, and the pain immediately became completely negligible.

He turned his face slightly, smelling the deep and emptiness on A-Ka's body, recalling the dream just now.

The golden threads in the room of the three goddesses of fate are obviously the legendary thread of fate. As for the three golden shuttles, they are obviously the artifacts used by the goddesses to weave the thread of fate.

He seems to have stolen halfway, but unfortunately met three goddesses returning to the island, so in a hurry, he could only pick up Jin Shuo and hide under the cupboard. As for whether he was discovered in the end, how to escape, and how to reverse time, at present Still unknown.

Jacintos raised his hand and touched the corners of his eyes, thoughtfully.

Since the golden thread erupting from Jinlei is exactly the same as the thread of fate, can he boldly guess that when he finally escaped from the island, he took the golden thread and the thread of fate with him, and used some kind of method, stuffed these things into his eyes?

This guess can explain many mysteries.

Like why does he have prophetic dreams?Because the golden shuttle that weaves fate is on him, of course he can predict his own fate.

Another example is why his eyes hurt every time he dreams?Anyone who got a little sand in his eyes would feel uncomfortable, let alone put something as big as Jinsuo. The occasional pain in his eyes must be related to Jinsuo.

There is also the old woman in Poseidon's mouth.

That is probably a certain goddess of fate, maybe his theft of the golden shuttle in his previous life will also affect the three goddesses of fate in this life.

After all, the little siren she met before seemed to be affected by this, otherwise, what kind of human clothes would she suddenly want, a siren floating on the sea every day?

What's more, the golden shuttle he stole in the previous life came with him, and the three goddesses of fate might have sensed it, so they didn't hesitate to go out of the island to get the golden shuttle back.

Just two things are strange.

One is that Poseidon said that besides the eyes, that old woman also wanted his heart. Could it be that in his previous life he felt that his eyes were not enough, so he kept the stolen golden shuttle and the thread of fate in batches?

The second is the dialogue between the three goddesses of fate... The meaning between the lines, it seems that "fate" is not just a noun, but more like an anthropomorphic existence. They even used "he" and "that adult" to call them.

So if he understood correctly, maybe the three goddesses of fate whom everyone feared and believed that even the god king could not disobey were actually just three characters similar to clerks?

The fate of all living beings is actually determined by the anthropomorphic destiny with its own independent consciousness, and then weaved by the three goddesses of fate conscientiously?

That's why Oedipus can successfully curse the three goddesses of fate, because it is not these three little girls who are truly supreme and irreversible, but destiny itself that has awakened independent consciousness.

This concept is a bit too big, Yacintos couldn't help but looked up, and pulled Aka again.

Aka followed his strength and sat on the edge of the bed, and the hand "borrowed" by Jacintos cheekily did not move away, his indifferent voice was deep and hoarse in the darkness: "How uncomfortable is it?"

Yacintos is already well, but as a person who is good at seizing opportunities, he still leans on Aka's chest muscle "weakly" in a dignified way: "Don't talk."

He acted as if he was really uncomfortable and didn't want to talk, but in fact his mind was still spinning on the gold thread, his hands were not idle, and he was groping around "weakly".

At present, male sex occupies half of his attention, causing his thinking speed to be a bit stuttered, but he can barely continue:

So, it was actually the thread of fate that deprived the gods of their godhead?Why?Why did the thread of fate deprive the gods of their godheads and give them back?Isn't this taking off your pants and farting?

He didn't think he would do such a meaningless thing in his previous life, but he couldn't understand the hidden purpose of it for a while.

He inadvertently thought of Hades, Aphrodite and other gods turning into children, like a few golden tears, only that time they turned into children, if there is any difference...

Jacintos suddenly remembered that before the golden tears fell, he seemed to reply to Hades: "Look at the good boy who has reformed."

Hyacinthus: "..."

No way, can't you be so sincere?If you say you want to see "a good boy who has reformed from evil and returned to righteousness", then show him "a good boy who has reformed from evil and returned to righteousness".

Then he said before that he hoped to give Amphitrite the Seagod's divinity, could it be true?

Hyacinthus couldn't help sitting up slightly, and almost couldn't help but want to go to the Sea God Temple and sneak Amphitrite under his nose to watch.

According to this line of thinking, he had previously refined the Pomegranate, which produced the effect that Hephaestus himself said he could not achieve, and it was also because of the role of the shuttle of fate?Is this what A-Ka wanted to imply at the time?

Yacintos couldn't help but propped up Aka's strong thighs and sat up straight: "You were in Vulcan's workshop before, did you want to imply that my life is fate—"

In the darkness, A-Ka suddenly raised his hand to cover his subsequent words.

Yacintos couldn't see Aka's expression clearly, but could only feel the other's hoarse voice ringing in his ears, and the cool breath blowing the fragmented hair on his temples: "Don't mention this name. He can hear it."

"..." Yacintos fell back into Aka's arms after being pushed down, leaning on the other's plump chest muscles, and blinked his eyes.

He suddenly remembered A-Ka's secrecy about the past, and he didn't want to mention it.

Has the other party ever been tricked by fate like him?He remembered what Hades had told him: "...soft and dexterous? Like white? Maybe have octopus-like tentacles? I must tell you, these combined in the abyss are not good qualities."

"If you like white, it means that it doesn't adapt well to the power system of the abyss. The less adaptable it means the harder it is to become stronger. Do you know that the reason why some octopuses have long arms and legs is to survive by cutting off their arms when encountering enemies ?Many abyssal creatures with soft traits will evolve this way of survival—"

"It grows huge, so that the enemy can't eat all of it. It differentiates into multiple arms and legs, so that it can break its tail and escape when trapped. I guess the flexibility you said just means that it is actually good at running and hiding. It may cause it to feel sympathy for weak humans, or it has learned a delicate balance... To be honest, I can only think of this kind of explanation, which can explain the monsters in the abyss who don't eat people and give them massages. Aren't you really asking out difficult questions to test whether I have fully recovered?"

Hyacinthus put his hand on the back of Aka's hand. After such a long time, he still felt distressed when he thought of these words.

He didn't even dare to think that the time when he felt at ease and comfortable in the abyss was all paid by A-Ka silently.

He tilted his head, raised his hand to support A-Ka's cheek, and murmured the words between his tight lips: "It's useless to worry now, how many times have I talked to Anfei and the others during the day..."

"Thank you," he said in a low voice, pecking A-Ka's lips, "In the abyss... I know you must have worked hard. Beware of other abyssal beings and fate."

Aka: "...?"

Aka: "..." Forget it, he hugged Jacintos' waist and kissed back deeply, and snorted softly, "Mmm."

The author has something to say: Aka: [Away with guilty conscience]