spartan ancestor

Hyacinthus has long been bearish about this kind of thing, especially when he had a prophetic dream about Zeus before, and if he goes out this time, there will be ghosts if he gets lost.

But he couldn't just say, "Don't be so stupid, Zeus will probably come to catch people later", so even though he complained in his heart, after he finished, he still kept a smile on his face and waved to his relatives and people who came out to see him off bid farewell.

"Maybe I'm really old. Three or four years ago, I could still feel novelty watching such a big scene for a while, but now I'm quite calm."

After the large army walked out of the city gate, Yacintos said to Aka with emotion: "The last Olympic competition was over, and my brother and I were unable to stay to participate in the victory celebration in order to rush back to deal with the civil war. I was quite regretful at that time. Now... even if you stay, it's just to fulfill your promise to Old Earl."

"..." A-Ka was riding on a high horse beside him, and his eyes seemed a little speechless.

Hyacinthus belatedly remembered that A-Ka was born in the abyss, and it was really tricky to feel that he was old in front of A-Ka.

But he has always been thick-skinned, and he can easily transform his embarrassment into others: "How old are you? I never asked, are you... an old cow eating tender grass?"

"..." "Lao Niu"'s face darkened suddenly, and he squeezed the horse's belly and left behind a guy who couldn't spit out ivory from a dog's mouth.

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Since this trip was followed by an army, and it was not a latent mission, Hyacinthus did not choose to take the land route that required crossing the entire Arcadia city-state as before.

It just so happened that Sparta's naval strength was greatly improved. After leaving the Acropolis, Hyacinthus boarded the ship with the Guards and several athletes, and set off by sea to Elis.

In fact, for the vast majority of athletes from different Greek city-states, the sea route is the most common route.

Even in every Olympic competition, there are always a few poor athletes who lost their lives due to shipwrecks or pirate attacks. Those who are lucky are late for the game.

The route from Sparta to Elis is not long. On the way, you only need to bypass the hometown of the former Heroes and cross the coastline of Arcadia to reach the port of Elis.

Even so, the Spartan fleet still caught several waves of athletes who were almost overturned by the pirates along the way.

The athletes narrowly escaped death with lingering fears, but the old pirate who was specially transferred to steer the voyage was jumping up and down with excitement.

It's not enough to save people, but I have to command the fleet to catch up, sink any pirate ship within sight, and search for everything that can be searched.

Be proactive and "do what is right" Later, whenever a pirate ship appears on the voyage, often before the old pirate has time to shout "Come on", the pirate ship will be frightened, turn the bow of the ship from a distance, and leave without looking back.

Although the old pirate was somewhat regretful, he was still quite proud: "That's right. Soon the legend of the Spartan fleet sanctioning pirates will spread throughout Greece!"

"..." Aizhi on the side really wanted to complain, shouldn't it be that "Spartan fleet gangsters went around robbing pirates"?

In any case, after some time, the Spartan fleet arrived safely in the port of Elis.

The priests responsible for receiving the contestants waited at the pier early, picked up several waves of rescued athletes, and left a team responsible for leading Sparta: "It is a great honor to welcome you, Jacinto of Sparta His Majesty."

"The last time I came back to Elis, there was no special person to pick me up and my brother," Jacintos raised his eyebrows, "Why did your hospitality become so thoughtful this year?"

It's a bit embarrassing to say, but Yacintos is also an insider, so the priest touched his nose and told the truth: "In the last Olympic competition, the referees selected from our city-state actually got involved in gambling in private. I think this incident has a very bad impact, so I reformed the selection and supervision system of referees, and arranged for us to meet the players from various city-states in person—you just want to show the public a good new look.”

The priest pointed not far away: "In addition, the council also allocated funds to build a gladiatorial school and a competitive training ground near the competition venue. Athletes in need can go to these two places to train and warm up in advance."

Of course, this is another price.

Hyacinthus listened and nodded.

After the time is reversed, many things are slightly different from the previous life, such as these two training grounds.

In his last life, as far as he knew, all athletes participating in the Olympic competition had to pay to enter these two places for training before participating.Referees oversee training and screen out unqualified athletes.

This can easily lead to corruption and fraud, so it is good to be voluntary like now.

This time the competition, the organizers even provided accommodation for the athletes.Although the Spartan soldiers brought by Jacintos had to be arranged separately, the sincerity was sufficient.

After sending the priests away, Hyacinthus arranged the soldiers in a nearby tavern, and returned to the room and couldn't help complaining: "This timeline has changed, and the changes brought about are both good and bad. For example, these two The training venue, and the fact that the athletes in the previous life had to be completely naked during the competition, but in this life, they can keep a pair of pants."

It didn't stay long, and at most covered his buttocks. Yacintos said this mainly because he stared at Aka's expression and figured out the other party's attitude.

To be honest, according to his thinking, everyone is a man, and he won't lose a piece of flesh just by looking at it.But before Apollo was still "experiencing" the life of Heiroshi in the yard, he once saw his naked back, and was scolded by Aka.

As far as A-Ka was concerned, children in the underworld would be uncomfortable even if they wanted to hug him. Who knows what the other party thinks about this rule of the Olympic Games.

"..." He guessed rightly, A-Ka's face instantly turned black like the bottom of a pot, and his lips were slightly pursed, obviously sulking.

Jacintos closed the door casually, leaning against the door panel and raised his eyebrows: "Aren't you going to make use of it?"

Aka moved his fingers while unpacking the luggage, endured it for a moment, and threw the clothes on Jacintos' face angrily: "Clean it up yourself."

Someone obviously did it on purpose, trying to motivate him to do something "happy".

The problem is that the means are too low, and now he just wants to drag the other party to his knees and beat his ass.

However, he also knew that with the thick skin of the other party, he didn't care about this threat at all.

Hyacinthus pulled the clothes off his head and sighed regretfully: "All right. Clean it up yourself. I'll visit Old Earl later, will you come with me?"

A-Ka straightened up, and just as he was about to respond, there was a knock on the door.

I haven't seen you for a few years. Old Earl's voice sounds familiar and unfamiliar, but the spirit in his tone is the same as four years ago: "Yasin? Your Majesty, I didn't delay your good deeds, did I? I heard that the Spartan team I have entered the city, and I came here to find you—"

Jacintos opened the door, leaned against the doorframe and smiled: "I hope it's a good thing you disturbed."

It's a pity that someone didn't agree.

If you want to say no, it’s not impossible.

In the bathroom before, they huddled in the bathtub and helped each other once.

When he got out of the bath, his hand, which was used to holding a sword, felt pain in his palm.A good bathtub was also broken into two pieces by Aka's hand.

But for the sake of being emotional, A-Ka still sticks to the front step, probably because he is concerned about his temporarily blind eyes and the pain caused by the golden shuttle.

Jacintos and Old Earl hugged: "I was going to find you in the tavern just now."

"I sent it to my door." Old Earle nodded. "Did you know that a new parade troupe has recently arrived in the city? The new plays they performed have been a great success in several city-states they toured, and even set off a craze for adaptations." ——They happen to be in Elis right now, and they will be performing in the amphitheater in a while. I bought tickets, let’s come together, and when the tour is over, there will be a very grand reception.”

Jacintos nodded dispensably: "Okay."

Anyway, he can't do happy things anymore, the only thing he needs to worry about now is the heralding dream about Zeus.

As we all know, the Olympic Games is a grand event dedicated to Zeus, the king of the gods. On the first day of the competition, all contestants must take an oath in front of the altar of Zeus.

Destiny is so eager to take back the golden shuttle, Zeus will definitely not be able to avoid the door, the problem is when to come to the door.

He didn't want to be taken away by Zeus in the middle of his oath, or half of the competition.

Then, the only way is to find a way to deal with Zeus before the start of the game, or at least make Zeus unable to escape during the five days of the game... The former is not easy to do, but the latter is too easy .

The grievances and grievances of the gods on Mount Olympus are intertwined, and the muddy water is already muddy enough without stirring.

What he needs is at most one meeting and a few words of conversation, which is enough to ensure that the five-day game will pass smoothly, and he will have enough energy to wait for the decisive battle with Zeus after the game.

Hyacinthus was thinking about all kinds of strategies to deal with Zeus in his heart, but he didn't show it on the face, turned around and called Aka, and went to enjoy the performance of the popular performance troupe with Old Earl.

He was well prepared and planned to face the drama that he was not very interested in with a smile throughout the whole process, and continue to perfect various plans in his heart. Unfortunately, after arriving at the theater, his arrangements were immediately in vain.

Although the performance team has not yet appeared on stage, audiences from various city-states have already entered their seats in advance.

Unlike Hyacinthus, who was dragged here, many people have even seen a tour, and they have heard about the content of the drama no matter how bad it is.

After sitting down, they gathered together in twos and threes for a lively discussion:

"Did you watch the previous tour?"

"No! Please don't tell me the specific content, I'm just waiting to enjoy it today. But I got a rough idea. This is the performance troupe of Athens, right? I heard that the consul Nicole personally funded it, It is about what happened when Sparta sent troops to help him eliminate the rebel forces in Disia."

"..." Yacintos turned his head slowly.

Old Earl was beside him with his head bowed, and he seemed to be very interested in playing with his fingers, and he whistled a few times out of tune here without silver 300 taels.

Because before going out, Old Err specially asked Jacintos to change into ordinary clothes on the grounds of "not attracting unnecessary attention". At this moment, the person sitting next to Jacintos did not know his side at all. It is the Lord they are discussing enthusiastically.

Probably to express their support for the drama, these audiences even wore all kinds of masks, and some fanatics even made red clothes and red cloaks by themselves. Not necessarily recognizable in the audience.

The audience next to him were unaware of Hyacinthus' gaze, and they helped the mask on their faces and said excitedly: "It's more than that? I heard that this drama was written by the consul who loves literature."

The others should nod:

"I have to admit that the lord has profound attainments in drama. In fact, after the tour of the Athens troupe, many troupes or troubadours in the city-states who enjoyed the tour wanted to adapt this The story, can't reach the same level as this drama."

"I especially like the part in it - the God of War blows up the whole city for the sake of the young king, my God, flying the city in the sky, it's so romantic."

"Oh! Damn it! I just said I shouldn't sit with you guys! Don't talk about anything specific! Or I'll cut off your friendship!"

Hyacinthus: "..."

He's pretty fucking trying to cut off his friendship with old Earl right now.

Bringing the original protagonist of the story to watch the drama, what kind of coquettish operation is this jumping on the edge of the thunder pool?

Also, Nick's adaptation of the story was at least approved by him, and he paid the money. Did those guys who adapted the story adapted by Nick get his approval?Have you paid?

The audience next to him had something to say:

"I think, there is no real legend of His Royal Highness's experience in the adaptation. Have you heard? Recently, the temple of Poseidon and the God of War has also spread an oracle! Said that Poseidon and Ari Si also dislikes gold, silver, copper and iron, and prefers pure white marble to make statues of gods."

"Ha! Forget about Ares. I think the God of War may not care about these things. Using a black iron statue may be more in line with his rough aesthetics, but Poseidon doesn't like gold, silver, copper and iron?"

"Hush... Keep your voice down. Let me tell you, I have discussed this matter with several friends. I think that a setting in this drama probably explains this problem. Think about it, why are you here?" Hundreds of thousands of years ago, those gods didn’t jump out to say what’s wrong with gold and bronze statues, but now they suddenly like white? Think! Think deeply! Who likes white?”

"Hiss...you want to put it this way, it seems that in this drama, the one His Majesty Jacintos really likes is always dressed in white?"

"There is nothing wrong! This is a script written by Mr. Nico himself. Mr. Nico is a close friend of His Majesty Yacinthos. Can there be any mistakes in the script he wrote? I think these gods are willing to take a step back and be friends." , maybe I still have a lot of unwillingness in my heart, so I deliberately changed my image in the world into a snow-white one."

"Oh... Then, isn't that in their hearts, they would rather be a substitute?"

Hyacinthus: "..."

Substitute a ball of yarn.

Who, the logic is so good.How did this conclusion come out of all kinds of twists and turns?

Hyacinthus rolled his eyes violently under the mask, but thinking about it, these people seem to say that this drama of Nico, implying that he and Aka have true feelings... He still didn't turn around and leave, but calmed down patiently. Sitting securely in the same place, he planned to have a good talk with the city-states where the performance troupe were located, which were randomly adapted without consent and did not pay any money when the performance was over.

The play began soon, and Jacintos had to admit that, as the friend next to him said, Nick's script was indeed well written, and the actors' acting skills were also superb. The mood of the audience.

But the real audiences are the ones who are mobilized. The person involved, like Yacintos, can only watch "the god of war blows up a city in anger" and "the king of Sparta just scolds him" and keep a polite smile.

I can't say it's embarrassing, but I really want to punch something to help calm my mood.

Especially after the drama ended, Nick actually walked out of the scene room with the actors, and excitedly waved to the audience to call off the curtain. He almost took the scabbard from his waist off Dunike's head on the spot.

A-Ka was quite satisfied with the drama, and even applauded a few times after the performance, and looked at Nick with gentle eyes.

Yacintos looked at Aka who was applauding speechlessly, while Nick on the stage recognized Aka at a glance, and gestured in their direction, indicating that he had something to say.

The reception to celebrate the success of the performance was not held in the amphitheatre. Nico had specially applied for the use of the Olympia public hall, which was usually only open when celebrating the winners of the Olympic competition.

The audience took the tickets and masks, and left with unsatisfactory feelings, and went to the reception venue. Hyacinthus thanked Old Earl for his invitation with a kind and funny voice, and asked him to wait here for a while. Take Aka, who is clearly in a happy mood, to see Nico in the Scenic House.

"How about my script?" As soon as Nico saw Hyacinthus, he strode over and hugged the two of them with undiminished interest, "According to the agreement I made with His Majesty Oss, I will shape your image. Very noble."

Jacintos nodded: "It's pretty good."

If this actor didn't wear red clothes and a red cloak, even if His Majesty Una sat in the auditorium and watched a drama performance a hundred times, he wouldn't be sure that it was his shameless young son who was full of bad taste.

Aka appreciated it very much: "Not bad, very realistic."

"..." Yacintos gave him a sideways look, speechless and amusing, thinking that apart from the emotional jokes, this script had a character right, and the whole story was nonsense, how could it be realistic?

Nico still had the guts to nod in agreement: "I also think it's very real, and the characters are full."

Fortunately, Nico always knew that he would accept it when he saw something good, and after bragging without shame, he went straight to the point: "Did you pass through Arcadia on the way here?"

"?" Hyacinthos slightly restrained the half-smile expression on his face, "The sea route we took didn't pass through the territory of Arcadia. What's the matter?"

"I came to Elis this time, and I came with our team of athletes from Athens. We traveled by land, and when we passed through Arcadia, I always felt that the atmosphere there was a bit weird..."

Nick lowered his voice slightly, and took out a few silver coins from his waist: "Then I sent informants to the market to find out if any major events had happened in Arcadia recently. The vendors in the market said no, but the informants The man brought back the money that the merchant gave him, but I saw these few silver coins."

Jacintos took the silver coin and looked at it: "What's wrong with this silver coin?"

"You know the process of minting coins. Generally speaking, every year—even every few months, the mold will change its style. Different city-states and different periods have different styles of silver coins."

Niko pointed to the silver coins in Hyacinthus' hands: "These coins in your hand are the silver coins minted by us in Athens decades ago. Just took it out and used it."

This could not but remind him of those veteran nobles who fled from Athens before. He always felt that the appearance of these silver coins could not be purely coincidental. Take out the silver coins for use.

"I just hope that during the Olympic Games, they don't make any troubles. Athens' reputation has become precarious because of Dicia. I don't want anyone to add fuel to the fire."

Nick's expression was quite depressed, and Hyacinthus patted him on the shoulder reassuringly: "The night is always long before the dawn. Sneakers are bound to lurk in the dark, and you have to go through several waves of labor pains to remove them completely." Only those malignant tumors and chronic diseases on the body can welcome the complete light."

They didn't say any more, and according to the original plan, they left the scene room and called the old Earl who had been waiting for a long time, and went to the venue of the reception - the Guild Hall.

This hall is usually a resting place for the priests of the temple, and it is also a temporary residence for the organizers during the competition.

The entire hall is not as magnificently decorated as the Olympia Temple, but it is spacious enough to accommodate people's revelry.

Although Hyacinthus changed his clothes, Nick's presence quickly revealed his whereabouts, and he was overwhelmed by the excited crowd in the blink of an eye, but this time Aka was not like before, always crowded in Outside the encirclement, but relying on his own white clothes, his identity was quickly revealed, and he was submerged by the crowd along with Jacintos.

Not far from where the crowds gathered, there was a long table filled with various fruits.

A tall and strong figure stood by the table, usually holding a lightning spear in his hand and holding a golden cup full of wine, looking towards the center of the crowd.