spartan ancestor

When Artemis asked this question, a small part of him was really afraid that Jacintos would be angry, and wanted to stand in line and express his position.

But what's more, I really can't wait to pull Zeus from the position of God King.

In the past four years, there was hardly a night when she fell asleep peacefully.

Occasionally, for a few nights, she also wanted to be lazy. After all, how much impact would a few nights of rest without training have?

But whenever she lay down on the bed and saw the Ursa Major constellation hanging high in the night sky through the window rail, the soft bed seemed to be full of silver needles, which made her unable to close her eyes in peace.

Callisto, that was her handmaiden, but also her friend, the girl she had promised to protect.

She failed to protect Callisto under the coveted eyes of Zeus. If she couldn't even avenge Callisto, then her life would be a failure.

Hyacinthus raised the jug, slightly adjusted his body angle, and turned his back to Zeus: "No hurry, wait until I finish pouring the wine."

He was going to try to see if he could use the Pomegranate to bring down Zeus directly. If he could solve the problem simply and rudely, there was no need to go to war.

He will toast according to Zeus's wishes, and he will do whatever he can.

After the wine is poured, Zeus will definitely not have any doubts about the wine. At that time, he will quietly soak the pomegranate seeds into the jug and let Zeus drink it. Maybe even God War can be saved?People always have good hopes.

Yacintos poured the wine steadily, and Shi Shi left.

It wasn't until he was about to approach the next table that the Apollo siblings breathed a sigh of relief, sat back on their seats, and stared at the glass with hatred and bitterness: Do they have to drink this wine, or can't they?

After drinking it, it seemed as if they really accepted Jacinthus pouring wine for them. What if Yacintos was not happy?

Not drinking it seems to be disrespectful to Jacintos, and he doesn't even drink the wine he poured himself. What if Yacintos is not happy?

To drink, or not to drink, that is the question.

The gods who were dominated by this question soon became more than just the two of them. Every god stood up tremblingly and sat down mournfully until Hyacinthus walked to Athena's table.

After observing and thinking, the goddess of wisdom used the most old-fashioned and enduring strategy in the world - bribery when she got up to accept the toast. The tributes and statues in the Temple of Na are used as rewards. Can you tell me whether this wine can be drunk?"

"...?" Hyacinthus gave Athena a strange look, "Drink, if you don't drink Zeus, you will wonder if there is something wrong with this wine."

Yashin said to drink.

Athena drank the wine in one gulp, and sat back at the table calmly. Seeing her demeanor, she thought she was drinking some kind of guillotine.

Seeing this, the gods who were sneaking around to observe the movement rushed to raise their glasses and drank the wine in one gulp, as if they would be bitten by a three-headed dog if they drank a second too late.

Zeus on the stage: "...?"

Why are these guys so weird... Zeus muttered in his heart, then thought again, it's understandable.

After all, these people still have secret feelings for Yassin. Although they are afraid of his majesty, they can pretend to surrender and get up to pick up the wine, but they still feel entangled in their hearts.

Forget it, anyway, after Athena reminded them, they still realized their gaffe and drank the wine.As a vested interest, don't act too much, just pretend not to see it tolerantly.

On the stage, Zeus was moved by his broad-mindedness. Off the stage, Hyacinthus also walked up to Hestia, the goddess of the hearth, holding a wine glass.

This is one of the rare goddesses who has never met Hyacinthus among the gods present.As a matter of fact, Hestia's brows and eyes are light, giving people a quiet and peaceful feeling at first glance, but for some reason, there is a sense of worry in her eyes as she glances at Hyacinthus.

This is a little strange.

After all, they have never been in contact. It is normal for Hestia to not know what happened and not stand up like Apollo and Athena. It is very abnormal to see him hesitating to speak.

Could it be that they had intersected in the previous life?But Hyacinthus carefully looked at Hestia's eyebrows and eyes, but failed to capture any sense of familiarity.

Because of this violation, Hyacinthus stayed at Hestia's table for a while longer, but Zeus on the stage got it wrong.

The respectful attitude of the gods in the previous rounds made him misunderstand, thinking that only when he stood up and accepted the pour of wine, could these gods indirectly express their surrender to him.

Even Ares, a prickly leader, stands respectfully, why his eldest sister who has always been indifferent to power sits quietly and securely, don't you feel that your behavior is a bit out of the group?

Zeus sat at the head, looked down upon Hestia majestically and displeasedly, and was soon attracted by the gesture of Hyacinthus pouring the wine: Oh, how could it be so perfect?

He has listed so many loves, none can even compare with Hyacinthus one-tenth.

If Yassin was not a man and could give birth to an heir for him, he would definitely get rid of Hera, a vicious woman, and marry Yassin as the queen of God.

The more Zeus watched, the more fascinated he was, and the satisfaction in his heart was beyond words, just like a hunter hovering in front of his trophy display wall, staring at his newly caught canary in a cage with great complacency.

Apollo in the audience looked up at Zeus, clicked his tongue, raised his elbow and slapped Artemis: "Am I that stupid before?"

"What?" Artemis was sitting upright, ready to call at any time, and some did not follow his brother's train of thought.

Apollo pouted.

It's that stupid look—Zeus appreciates Hyacinthus like a canary in a cage, but doesn't know that the gods around him look like a turtle in a urn.

Among the people present, Yacintos may be the only person who doesn't care what Zeus thinks of him.

He dawdled in front of Hestia for a long time, until Zeus might realize something was wrong by dawdling any longer, and regretfully walked to the table of the last god, the goddess of agriculture, Demeter.

In fact, speaking carefully, although he had never met Demeter, he had talked about the goddess with Artemis as early as when Artemis was still in Sparta.

It can be said that there are many gods on Mount Olympus, and he only wants to have a relationship with two gods, one is Artemis and the other is Demeter.

One is related to the breeding of livestock, and the other is related to farmers' farming.

Hyacinthus smiled at Demeter with a particularly friendly attitude: "Your Highness Demeter, can you hold the wine glass?"

I don't know if she didn't pay attention, but Demeter's wine glass was knocked down on the table, and the goddess didn't even think about helping it up.

Hyacinthus lowered the jug slightly, intending to pour a drink: "...His Royal Highness Demeter?"

It wasn't until he was about to pour out the wine that Demeter didn't reach out to lift the glass, that Hyacinthus realized that something was wrong with the goddess.

She was even more obvious than Hestia, her whole figure was slumped on the seat like a stone statue, her hands were stiff on her knees, and there was a fine amount of sweat on her forehead.

This is already the result of Demeter's restraint. In fact, if someone removes her chair at this time, she can sit on the ground with weak legs on the spot.

Unlike other gods, her attention stayed on Aka, who had been silent and reduced her sense of existence since she stepped into the garden.

The fact that this woman ran to the deep mountain where she hid her daughter to ask her to ripen the fruit is still vivid. It may be that the desire to survive stimulated the potential of thinking. In just a moment, Hestia completed a series of inferences:

For example, a big existence like this really doesn't care about the desire of the tongue, but human beings don't necessarily don't care.

Another example is the uproar on Mount Olympus. There is a king of Sparta who is unparalleled in appearance and attracts all the gods to bow down. Unfortunately, that human being doesn't know how to flatter him. He seems to have always liked a former slave who always wore white clothes.

Before today, Demeter had never connected that great being with this rumor, until Akka and Hyacinthus stood in front of her at the same time.

A Spartan king in a red cape and a slave in white.

For a moment, Demeter's mind was filled with her own screams: Slaves? ?

slave? ! ?

Demeter raised her head stiffly with a pale face, and her eyes were a little dazed. The only reason she didn't stand up like Hestia was that her legs were too weak: "No..."

"?" Jacintos frowned suspiciously, and said with concern, "Are you okay? Why do you look so pale?"

He still wanted to continue asking, but Zeus at the top couldn't help urging: "Okay, if Demeter is not feeling well, there is no need to pour her wine. Yashin, come here, come to me."

Zeus could hardly restrain the smile on his face. He grabbed the wine glass early and was ready to accept the drink from Hyacinthus. He pulled out the hand that was holding Hera impatiently, and was ready to wait for Hyacinthus for a while. Get close and take the opportunity to cause chaos.

Time seemed to slow down for a few seconds at this critical point.

During these few seconds, all the gods raised their heads in unison, with different expressions.

Hyacinthus spread his fingers apart calmly, and a juicy pomegranate seed slipped into the jug.

The smile on Zeus' face widened a bit.

Hera's complexion changed slightly and she cast a look at Zeus.

——The flow rate of time suddenly returned to normal.

Hera's scream pierced the sky above the garden: "Do it! What are you waiting for?!"

"...!"

The superficial harmony of the banquet was instantly broken.

Zeus opened his eyes wide in astonishment, and Hera directly poured the wine in his hand on his face, and the gods who were still waiting for Hyacinthus' order had to turn up the table immediately because the plan was revealed in advance.

Apollo and Artemis responded the fastest, fully reflecting the results of the four years of uninterrupted training.

They propped up the table and turned to the front desk. While rushing towards Zeus, they raised their hands together. Their respective divine powers gushed out from their fingers in an instant, elongated and spread, forming countless golden tears that resembled the golden tears of Hyacinthus. Silk and silver threads pierced fiercely into Zeus' limbs.

It's a pity that Hera's cry finally awakened Zeus' vigilance.In a hurry, Zeus called out the shield of Aegis, which blocked Apollo's divine power from piercing his chest: "You!"

The shield of Aegis was forged by the god of fire, Hephaestus himself. Although it is made of goat skin, it can magically block even the thunder of Zeus himself.

Zeus raised his hand angrily, cut off the divine power piercing into his limbs with the edge of the shield, stretched out his right hand, and the Thunder Spear made by Cyclops appeared in his hand: "How dare you!"

Angry thunder enveloped the entire Mount Olympus, and the thick lightning was like a meteorite falling from the sky, mercilessly hitting the gods on the ground.

Hyacinthus swiftly dodged a thunder that almost pierced his right shoulder, raised his hand and pulled out a feathered arrow from the quiver behind his back, crushed the pomegranate seeds to squeeze out the juice, and applied it on the arrow shaft. Standing on the side with him and throwing cold arrows, the left elbow was pulled by the head-on Hestia: "Huh?"

"This is a battle between the gods. Why are you a human being?" Hestia spoke in a hurry, and opened a divine barrier to protect Jacinthos. "Where is Demeter? Put these two human beings together." Take it away and hide it, and nothing will go wrong. I will stay and deal with Zeus."

"..." Demeter opened her mouth a few times. To be honest, she couldn't keep up with the development of the situation in front of her. Her thoughts were a little stuttered, and she just asked subconsciously, "Are you staying? Don't you never visit?" Is it muddy water?"

Speaking of which, it is strange that Hestia, the Goddess of the Stove, who has always stayed in the human world and does not like to join in the fun, would come from the human world to Olympus for a banquet.

With all kinds of lessons learned from the past, Jacintos is inevitably a little suspicious, not to mention that Hera was suspected of being manipulated by fate just now, destroying the original perfect plan: "We don't seem to be familiar with each other? Your Highness Hestia."

Hestia glanced at Hyacinthus with melancholy eyes, probably feeling that Hyacinthus was not so easy to persuade, hesitated for a moment, and finally said: "I came... because Zeus sent to invite my God The waiter repeatedly emphasized that he hosted the banquet this time because he has plundered the king of Sparta from the world."

This behavior is actually very abnormal, after all, Zeus has always known that she seldom joins in the fun, and prefers to stay in the world and quietly guard the fire at home, so he stopped inviting her to the banquet on Mount Olympus a long time ago.

Not to mention that Zeus knew that she was between humans and gods. In fact, his position was more biased towards humans, so why did he send a servant to invite her? It is related to the entire Sparta, and even the stable Spartan king in Greece?

Hestia's voice was a little erratic: "Many gods said that after Metis was swallowed by Zeus, it became Zeus's thoughts and Zeus' will, and no longer had his own will. What if...not?"

Perhaps, there is still a trace of remnant soul, instinctively insisting on her fairness and justice, which is why Zeus stumbled and was overthrown so many times. If it wasn't for a coincidence to save him every time, perhaps he would have been thrown off the throne long ago.

That's why the God Attendant, who hadn't been here for ten thousand years, suddenly knocked on the door of her residence, and the one who was repeatedly captured was the king of Sparta. If she didn't intervene, it might cause great turmoil in Greece, let alone decades.

"Hestia! Demeter!" Zeus's roar resounded like thunder across the entire Mount Olympus, shaking people's ears, "How dare you join the ranks of disobeying me? Give me the humans in your hands!"

Ares took advantage of the sunlight condensed by Apollo and rushed towards Zeus. He didn't know what he was holding, and poured it on the shield of Aegis in Zeus's hand with a hiss. In an instant, most of the indestructible goatskin shield was eroded. Along with the thick green smoke, there was a foul smell.

"——!" Zeus stared at the handle of the shield in his hand in disbelief, before reacting in an instant, "Hephaestus, even Hephaestus joined you?!"

Jacintos, who was still thinking about the battlefield, was relieved for the most part.

As long as the unbreakable shield of Aegis is solved, the thunder of Zeus will not be feared under the siege of the gods.

He was trying to reassure Hestia that this war would not last long, and when he found the right opportunity to shoot Zeus with an arrow soaked in pomegranate juice, the war would end when suddenly a light beam came from his shoulder. An irresistible push.

Aka supported his shoulders, and said lightly to Demeter: "Hestia is right, it is enough to have all the gods here, and the battlefield is really dangerous for us two humans. Please take us to a A safe place where Zeus will not find you."

"..." Demeter almost knelt down. If it wasn't for her instinctive fear, she would have complained. When did the definition of human suddenly expand?When and what posture did you squeeze into this category?

But can she speak?she can't.

Not only could she not, but she also wanted to watch that big being pinch Jacintos' chin, sprinkle dog food in front of him, and kiss him recklessly.

"Well," Hyacinthus pushed Aka slightly with the tail of the arrow, trying to keep a straight face and accuse Aka of being indiscriminate, but he couldn't help laughing when he said the words, he whispered, "What are you doing? Huh? Fate also invited you to be a trustee?"

"..." A-Ka kissed the corner of his eyes again, his strength fluctuated all the time, it seemed that his weak hand became stronger, and he led him to look at Demeter, "Let's go, the night is full of dreams."

"?" Who has long nights and dreams?What are you dreaming about?Just as Hyacinthus was about to ask, Demeter grabbed his elbow, and his vision blurred.

The blue-purple electric light of the thunder was fleeting, and the colorful blocks were stretched into grotesque lines under his eyes. The only constant was the steady strength on his shoulders, which seemed a bit heavy.

This made Yacinthos's nerves tense up a little: Could it be that the "safety" that Akka said to Demeter was some kind of code?Is there any danger more difficult to deal with than Zeus lurking in this so-called safe place?

He thought a little deeply, so when the picture in front of him was frozen and he saw a valley of flowers surrounded by hazy mist, he still couldn't get back to his senses.

This flower valley seems to be in a deep mountain, except for the vegetation, there are no living things, and the singing of birds and insects is isolated, and the thick clouds and fog cover the entire sky.

The only light was gathered in the center of the Valley of Flowers. At this time, there was a young girl with blond hair who was half-sitting on the ground. When she saw Demeter, her beautiful and delicate face collapsed. She raised her finger to her mother and shed tears Just dropped: "It hurts so much, the flower thorn pierced my finger!"

Distressed and embarrassed, Demeter quickly walked over to help her daughter up, and while patting Persephone's skirt clean, coaxed: "Don't cry, be strong, and the pain will stop in a while. Say you... How old is a girl, why do you cry when you say so?"

Chunshen buried her head in her mother's arms: "Just cry, don't you want to be strong..." She was coquettish, but she couldn't help raising her head quietly, lying in her mother's arms and looking at the visitor, her eyes that hadn't faded from the water flashed A little bit of joy, "Why would mother bring someone here? This is the first...time..."

Persephone's expression gradually became a little dazed, and a few unshed tears took the opportunity to slide across her clean and soft face.

She looked at Jacintos: "...you."

She was someone she had never seen before, but a name vaguely appeared in her heart, which seemed very familiar, very familiar.

Hyacinthus' eyes rested on Persephone's tear-stained face.

After a while, it moved down slowly, and was fixed on Persephone's blood-dripping fingers still holding the rose branch.

Time seems to be staggered at this moment.

Almost the same pictures, completely different scenes, a large number of memory fragments flooded in without warning, Yacintos only vaguely heard a few exclamations in his ears, and his eyelids closed uncontrollably, heavy It couldn't be opened no matter what, and the whole person fell forward top-heavy.

"Yacinthus? Is it you?" The underworld maid wearing the Elysee Palace stood in front of Hyacinthus, and glanced carefully at the young man in front of him, "...you shouldn't be wearing the red cloak of a Spartan ?"

Hyacinthus corrected with a good temper: "It's a cloak. I...don't wear it very much recently."

"Why?" The maid said casually, obviously not intending or interested in listening to Jacintos' explanation, and followed up with the last sentence, "I'm sorry, because the person who is going to take you to see is our respected person in the underworld. Queen, I must be careful."

She paused for a moment, and it was obvious that her tone was strengthened on purpose: "—I hope you will be more cautious. Her Highness the Empress of the Underworld has to leave the world, and she has been in a bad mood to stay in the underworld. You'd better not use it to harass the guards or She would not like Death waiting for a few questions from His Highness to ask His Highness the Empress of the Underworld."

Hyacinthus has a thick skin. Hearing what the maid said, he just touched the tip of his nose: "Have you heard of it?"

"Yes, of course. You are so courageous that even His Majesty Hades dares to stop you from asking, how can I not know you?" The maid rolled her eyes angrily, "That's why I specially reminded you that His Highness the Empress of the Underworld invited you. , I heard that you look outstanding, so I asked you to chat with her to relax. You can chat with her, even if you stand by the side like a vase and don’t make a sound? It’s better than opening your mouth and asking the queen of hell, "Can I leave Underworld' better."

Hyacinthus smiled noncommittally.

He really wasn't in the mood to "chat and relax" with His Highness the Empress of the Underworld, but he couldn't do it if he opened his mouth to poke someone's sore foot.

Not to mention that His Royal Highness Empress of the Underworld can be said to have sympathy with him.

The corridors of the Elysee Palace are long and winding, and only the maids who have served here for a long time can walk skillfully and without hesitation.

With the mentality that more preparation is better than less preparation, Jacintos casually looked around, roughly memorized the route, and was led to a gate by the maid.

Two chubby little door boys stood at the door, and when they saw the maid, they immediately raised their fingers and hissed: "His Royal Highness is not in a good mood."

Shouldn't it be another day to visit?Yacintos raised his eyebrows slightly, and just looked at the maid, ready to decline the favor of His Highness the Empress of the Underworld, when the maid hurriedly pushed her back: "It's not a coincidence, people are prepared for this time. "

"Crack-"

The heavy door was pushed open by the maid, Hyacinthus rolled his eyelids, and the garden full of flowers crashed into his field of vision.

The goddess known as the Queen of Hades stood in the middle of the open-air garden, holding a golden rose branch in her hand, and her black hair was softly adorned on the side of her face. At first glance, it was a very eye-catching picture.

Jacintos admired it for a second, then noticed something was wrong, not only the goddess' indifferent expression, but following her slightly drooping eyes, Jacintos saw that the other party's white fingertips were hit by a few The thorn was pierced, and the bright red blood beads snaked down along the pale and slender fingers, slid across the back of the thin hand, drop after drop, and smashed into the golden rose bush in front of him.

The pale skin made the vertical and horizontal bloodstains a little shocking, but this Empress of the Underworld didn't seem to feel any pain at all, and she was still playing with the golden rose branch, and the sharp barbs instantly touched her fragile skin. When it comes out bright red, it's not eye-catching, it's like masochistic.

Persephone glanced over indifferently after a while, Hyacinths touched his nose again, turned his head and wanted to use the maid as a shield, but found that the gate of the garden had been closed at some time, He was left alone to face this Her Majesty the Empress Dowager, who was obviously not in a normal state of mind.

"..." Yacintos had an inexplicable feeling of being trapped, and put down his hands and sighed, "Are you okay? Do you need a bandage?"

It's all here, he can't really just stand here as a seductive vase as the maid said, can he?

He looked around, trying to find if there was something suitable for bandaging, when Persephone said flatly, "No need."

She just glanced at Hyacinthus, then turned her head, and continued to look at the golden rose in her hand. Her long black hair was hanging down her cheeks, making her paler, like a lost soul wandering by the River Styx: "I Watering the flowers."

"..." Watering flowers with blood?This hobby is very special, you like it, do you like this flower?Hyacinthus was a little speechless, so he could only temporarily obey the maid's suggestion, smile, shut up, and be a seductive vase.

Fortunately, Persephone didn't insist on him talking, she poured the thorns of the golden rose like a massage and poured a round of golden rose bushes before looking over with her black eyes: "You have a potted flower on your right."

"?" Jacintos casually glanced aside, saw that the flower pot was quite small, so he took it with one hand, "This?"

"Be quiet." Persephone's voice was also soft. At first glance, it was similar to the broken words of lost souls heard by the River Styx when Hyacinthus entered the underworld. It seemed to have a lot of condensed Emotional sigh, and it seems that she simply has no strength, "She is very fragile."

"……"she?Jacintos couldn't help but look down at the small potted plant in his hand.

This is a slender, green grass-leaved plant, and the tender and small leaves are quite green, but Hyacinths can't see a flower when he looks left and right. I really don't know why Persephone Give a grass a female title.

Until the breeze blows in the garden, mixed with the fragrance of flowers, there is such a thin ray of cool fragrance, swirling gently past his nostrils.

— This is a peppermint herb.