spartan ancestor

His Majesty Os and Una came down fast and went fast.

It's not that they have any special hobbies. If it weren't for the annoying tone of the letter from the Persian emperor, they wouldn't want to grab the window sill of their younger brother or son who was taking a bath.

So they didn't see it, and within a few seconds after they turned and left, Yacintos blinked irritably, and physiological tears gushed out of the hot eye sockets.

Hyacinthus has always been pain-tolerant, but this time the dream was over, and the pain in his chest and eyes made it difficult for him to get up.

This feeling is like something is crazily bumping in his eye sockets and chest, wanting to accept some kind of call, and break through his flesh and flesh.

Hyacinths leaned against the edge of the wooden tub, and the muscles of his arm hanging on the wall of the tub were slightly tense: Yes, this is basically certain. He guessed that it was because there was no room for it, so he simply put the golden shuttle and the thread of fate together. It was evenly distributed to the chest and eye sockets for storage.

Talented, what if one's body is a warehouse?

Yacintos cursed at himself in his previous life inwardly, and took a few breaths: "Aka."

The door of the bathroom was pushed open with a creak, and Yacintos suppressed his unsteady breath before Aka opened his mouth and said, "My eyes can't see. Come and take a look, what changes have you made?"

Using "invisible" to describe it is not quite accurate.

Hyacinthus's field of vision at this time was shining golden, just like Apollo's stupid dog knocking the sun in front of his face and dangling.The too bright light and the pain like a knife scratch stimulated the lacrimal glands to secrete tears instinctively.

"Hiss." Hyacinthus took a breath, "Damn fate. I suspect it is recalling the golden shuttle."

He couldn't see A-Ka's figure clearly, but losing his eyesight seemed to make his hearing more sensitive.

Aka's footsteps sounded beside his ears, compared to his usual calmness, he was a little hasty, and he took a few strides to his side, and then his chin was lifted by his cool fingertips.

"What is it like?" Yacintos gasped a few more times, suppressing the rising sense of hypoxia, "Just now my father and brother came over, will they find anything unusual?"

"..." The fingers pinching his chin slightly exerted force, and it took a while for A-Ka's voice to come, "No. It's just that the vision is blurred, and the water mist is so thick that they can't see clearly."

Jacintos exhaled restrainedly, then leaned back again, and hooked the corner of his lower lip not very energetically: "I really don't have the strength to wash myself now. Could you please help me?"

He looked around with his unfocused eyes, and raised his eyebrows in the direction of A-Ka's breathing: "Is there any special service?"

Sweat slid down the tight muscle lines, and he was so painful that he was still thinking nonsense: "It's purely an emergency measure. I think a little physical contact may help to disperse concentration... Hmm."

Jin Guang was still making trouble in his field of vision.

Hyacinthus raised his arm slightly, and put it on A-Ka's shoulder not very vigorously.

It was obviously him who was in pain, but the muscles on Aka's shoulders and back were stretched even tighter than him, as hard as steel.

"Stop talking, put your hands in the water." A-Ka rubbed his lips against his, mumbled, and pushed his arm that was hanging out back into the hot water.

"It's summer now..." Losing his eyesight didn't affect Jacintos' rebellion. He raised his hand and grabbed Aka's neckline while responding, "It's not normal for you to wear so many clothes like you."

In the small bathroom, mist filled the air.

The hot water squeezed into the bathtub with another body, making a "crash".

The overflowing water overflowed from the rim of the barrel and washed on the ground.

at the same time.

In a certain alley in Elis.

The blacksmith was shirtless, hammering hard on the blade of the scimitar that was gradually forming in his workshop, unaware of a black-robed figure sitting in his workshop.

Fate closed his eyes, leaning on the back of the chair, listening carefully to every word that was sent into his ears because of the word "fate".

Among the complicated curses and prayers, one of them made the tips of his ears move sensitively, and he sat up straight as if facing a formidable enemy: "..."

……Oh shit!Dazed, those two bastards are fucking making out again, on purpose!Who the hell talks about fate before making out? !

Destiny was so angry that he stood up on the spot and ran around in circles in the workshop.

Last time!It was like this last time.

Originally, He heard the voices of Hyacinthus and Chaos, and wondered for a moment. Even though Hyacinthus was a human being, and his memory was damaged during the process of reversing time, Chaos should not lose his memory. and His name, all subsequent conversations will be heard by Him.That being the case, why not remind Hyacinthus?

Before he was confused for a long time, he heard an ambiguous sound coming to his ears. It was obvious that the couple were kissing each other so hard, what the hell is it not a provocation? !It's not provocation!

Destiny was so angry that a gust of wind blew up in the workshop, accompanied by the constant ringing in his ears, he couldn't help but raised his hand and punched the iron bucket next to him: Damn it!He's going to throw up!This pair of dogs and men!

"哐!" The iron barrel made a sharp sound, scaring the blacksmith in front of the blacksmithing platform to almost hit himself, jumped suddenly, grabbed the hammer head and turned around: "Who?!"

He was born lame, and such a startled movement did not suit him.

After jumping and turning around, he yelled and fell to the side. Fortunately, there was a protective handrail he had prepared for himself, so he didn't fall headfirst on the red hot iron.

The blacksmith looked around the room nervously, but saw nothing unusual.

There was only an old iron bucket turned upside down, with a dented bottom, as if it had been chewed by something.

"Damn, how did you do this?" The blacksmith picked up the wooden crutch next to him, and walked crookedly to the iron bucket to look at it.

Destiny's ear was still playing the scene of dog and man making out, so angry that he lost interest and continued to lead the fate that had been arranged for the blacksmith. He hastily waved his hand at the blacksmith, and a few golden wires flew in the direction of the blacksmith .

Gold thread wraps around the blacksmith's limbs and torso, as if hanging a marionette.

The blacksmith who was bending over to dig into the iron barrel was stunned for a moment, then straightened up and yawned. The energy just now turned into sleepiness: "Maybe it's because I'm old? It's not as good as before. I’m still full of energy. I must have knocked this iron bucket somewhere before... I forgot. Forget it, forget it, I’d better go back and lie down for a while..."

The blacksmith muttered, quickly disposed of the unfinished scimitar, and limped out of the workshop with a yawn.

The tinkle of tinkling iron stopped, and the unbearable sound in the ear suddenly became more difficult to ignore.

Fate's face was livid, and when he could hardly bear his anger, there was a trembling knock on the door of the workshop.

An old female voice sounded outside the door: "Supreme master, can we come in?"

"Don't fucking get in here!" Destiny smashed the iron bucket completely with a punch, "Wait for me to go out to greet you?!"

"..." The faces of the three goddesses of fate outside the door suddenly became even uglier.

Atropos grabbed the hem of the skirt angrily: He clearly insisted on learning human etiquette before, and it was He who asked them to remain respectful, but now he scolded them for procrastination.

But what about resentment?The three sisters had no choice but to stand outside the door and adjust their facial expressions as soon as possible, then pushed the door open and entered.

Angrily, Fate sat back on the chair and kicked over the small bench next to him: "Say!"

Crotor lowered his head: "As you have arranged, my lord, we have escorted the nobles who fled from Athens to Arcadia and Argos respectively."

"What about the sacrifice?" Fate said immediately, "Have you told them to sacrifice to Zeus?"

Croto: "I told you, the portrait you prepared, we also handed over to those nobles. We were worried that someone would be bewitched by the enchantment magic on it, so we stayed for a while and watched them draw Hyacinthus Sacrificial portrait of Zeus."

Destiny breathed a sigh of relief, and quickly asked carefully: "Where you were followed by anyone on the way to and from? Did you avoid mercenaries and merchants on the way?"

Kroto paused slightly: "Avoided."

She actually wanted to ask, with the divine power attached to them by fate as a cover, it's just that human mercenaries and businessmen have nothing to be afraid of, and they have to avoid them on purpose.

But this question is obviously not something she should ask as a servant, so after the doubts, she still fell silent.

Fate keenly noticed Croto's hesitation, stood up immediately, and asked sharply: "Tell the truth! Did you run into mercenaries or merchants from the chamber of commerce?!"

He couldn't help but be afraid, those mercenaries and chamber of commerce merchants were the eyes and ears that Chaos had planted little by little during the past four years.

In the beginning, He didn't think about worrying or even avoiding these weak humans, until He passed these people several times, and then Chaos followed unexpectedly.

In the previous life, because of Jacintos' calculations, his strength, which was comparable to that of Chaos, was compromised. Being ambushed by Chaos so closely, he suffered a lot of hidden losses.

After a lot of times, he finally has a heart.After several times hiding from a distance to spy on these humans, it was discovered that these mercenaries and chamber of commerce merchants were wearing some kind of badges that concealed the power of chaos.

For these human beings, badges are just a symbol of their status, but for fate, they are all surveillance networks silently laid by Chaos.

When he first realized this, fate still tried to pull out these few nails, but at that time, Chaos seemed to have left Hyacinthos' side for some reason, which made it impossible for the other party to act. scruples.

Hyacinthus' calculation made him unable to confront Chaos head-on. In those few months, Destiny hid left and right like a mouse in the sewer almost every day.

He didn't have the shame of a human being, and he didn't think it was shameful to die, he just felt annoyed.

After all, he was born with Chaos once, and was originally one of the only two supreme beings above all gods to fight against Chaos.

Where there is chaos, there is destiny.

And Chaos was also subject to its own destiny from the moment it was born.

It can be said that since its birth, except for Chaos, no god has put fate in its eyes, not even Tartarus, the incarnation of the abyss who is feared by the gods.

For a long time before Yacintos, He and Chaos maintained that neither could do anything to the other, and could only keep in mind the state of the other party's thorn in the side, until Yacintos accidentally crossed the line, It broke the balance of the king not seeing the king.

Thinking of Hyacinthus, the cunning human being's deception, fate once again hated his teeth: "Damn human... just thinking of him spoils my interest! What a perfect and artistic fate I arranged for that blacksmith just now , was screwed up by him."

Originally, he wanted to watch this classic and never-ending drama in person——

The ugly, lame blacksmith was extremely vulgar, but he accidentally got a beautiful wife.The woman Hong Xing went out of the wall and secretly communicated with her first love by the well. When the clouds and rain turned upside down, she was hit halfway by the iron and found that there was no water to pour the iron. The blacksmith who had to go out to fetch water accidentally broke it.

In a fit of rage, the blacksmith dragged his wife and adulterer out into the open. Corrupting customs would cause women to commit suicide in despair, and adulterers to throw themselves into wells in agony.The blacksmith will also be criticized for this, and spend the rest of his life lonely and regretful.

What a classic dramatic contradiction, both immoral and evocative.

It perfectly reproduces the entanglement between Vulcan, Beauty, and War God, and is one step closer to the story of Vulcan and Beauty. The deaths of the two protagonists add a bit of tragedy to this drama.

It ridicules the lame blacksmith's toad who wants to eat swan meat, laments that no matter how beautiful a woman is, she can't get the happiness she wants, and mocks the adulterer who is so affectionate and would rather give up morality, but can only bury his lover with his own hands.

It's a pity that the iron bucket that was supposed to be used for fetching water was smashed by him in a fit of anger.

Destiny sighed for a long time, looking at the iron bucket with regret.

Atropos, one of the three sisters, couldn't hold back: "O omnipotent master, since you hate this human being so deeply, why don't you just design a suicide fate for him, and make a corner to let Hades die?" , Poseidon do it?"

And this time, I asked them to run so far to save a group of humans, in order to let these humans sacrifice the portrait of Hyacinthus to Zeus. Wouldn’t it be nice to have that skill to directly manipulate Hyacinthus to walk on the ground and fall to death? .

Even if the golden shuttle and the thread of fate were inexplicably stolen by that human being, these things are just a little tool given to them by fate, like paper and pen, which is convenient for them to record the various trajectories of fate.Why does fate behave like a rat-tossing weapon?

"..." Fate's eyes slashed at Atropos, "Doing what I arranged, why are there so many reasons?"

Doesn't he want to use the method Atropos said?

It wasn't the cunning human scheme of Yacinthos in the previous life that prevented him from directly manipulating the fate of Yacinthos. If not, He wouldn't need to go through so much trouble.

He didn't dare to stand on the bright side and make any big moves.

Chaos' first pursuit lasted for several months, and then he returned to Jacinthos probably because he was hiding too tightly and had nowhere to be found.

In the future, whenever he dared to nod his head, he would always be chased by Chaos before he waved for a while.

Originally, he thought that this pursuit might have something to do with the love life of Chaos and Hyacinthus. He was chased hard for a while, and he almost prayed that the relationship between the two would develop by leaps and bounds, and the honey would be sweetened. But it turned out it wasn't like that at all.

Chaos doesn't let him go at all. When the relationship is not good, he has enough time and motivation to chase him. When the relationship is good, he will chase him even more.

It was only later that he figured out that he was simply a stumbling block on the road of the other party's relationship, whether it was good or not, he would fucking level it. As for when it would be leveled, it only depended on how capable He was.

Fortunately, he has made a lot of achievements in the field of dogs. When Chaos went on tour in the later period, he could always hide so that Chaos could not be found.

But this is nothing to be proud of, that is, as long as Chaos is still there, he can only operate in secret.

It is impossible for him to tell the truth to the three fateful sisters, and he just took out a box from his arms: "Okay, not so much. I will give you the last task, and try to put this box into the abyss as soon as possible."

"...!" Kroto raised his head abruptly, "However, our Golden Shuttle and the Thread of Destiny have been stolen by Hyacinthus, and without the divine weapon near us, entering the abyss will—"

She didn't finish her follow-up words.

Not only because of the cold and emotionless eyes cast by fate, but also because she realized that the "last mission" that fate said may really be "the last mission" in the literal sense.

As the three goddesses of fate, they are subordinates of fate, and the orders of fate cannot be disobeyed.

Even if she knew that fate had sentenced them to death without mercy, even if she knew that the box that fate handed over was their poisoned wine.

Destiny stood up slowly, and raised her chin with a flick of her sleeve: "Don't blame me. Blame Hyacinthus. If he hadn't disturbed Destiny, my original arrangement was to let you stay by my side forever and be the three goddesses of Fate that everyone respects. Will This box goes into the depths of the abyss, as close to the heart of Tartarus as possible, and no matter what it takes. Do you understand?"

Even if they gritted their silver teeth, they could not disobey the command of the Lord God. They could only listen to themselves and their sisters respond dryly in unison: "Understood."

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Hyacinths, far away in Sparta, is still unaware of the conspiracy of fate.

After the foreshadowing dream, he put most of his energy on refining the Pomegranate.

It sounds like a lot of hard work, but in fact, when correcting official affairs, I hold the pomegranate in my hand and say a few words about Zeus's death when I am free or not.

He has settled down to take care of government affairs, but His Majesty Una and the people around him can't hold back.

Old Tiedale circled around his desk several times, obliquely saying that he could put aside his official duties for the time being and prepare for the Olympic Games, so that the Persians could see how powerful the Greeks were.

In such eager anticipation, the day when the players set off will come soon.Oss really wanted to go with him, but unfortunately, he was caught by his old father's rolling eyes, so he could only earnestly ask Ai Zhi and Noam, the two commanders of the guards, to protect His Majesty the King at the gate of the city: "...don't There will be another situation where your Majesty the King will be lost!"

The soldiers were full of fighting spirit: "Yes!"

"..." Yacintos rode on the horse, saw the majestic Spartan guards, and couldn't help clicking his lips.

To be honest, I didn't mean to raise an argument. This kind of battle of the whole army seems to never fail to lose him.