spartan ancestor

Among the gods of Olympus, Hades is a rare male god who has no story.

There are two most well-known ones. One is that he was shot by Cupid's golden arrow and forcibly took Chunshen as his wife; Provocative in front of him, the angry spring god turned into a mint plant.

"..." Yacintos couldn't help but look down at the trembling little green grass in the pot. After a moment of silence, he changed from holding the flower pot with one hand to holding the flower pot with both hands, and carefully put the mint grass, which was probably Mingta, into the pot. Go to the small table next to it.

Persephone walked over lightly, and began to pour blood on the old rival in love again.

Hyacinths even wondered if Persephone's blood was poisonous: "Is it okay to ask a mistake? You... watering flowers with blood, does it have any special meaning?"

Persephone was surprisingly easy-going, and answered all questions, except that her voice was a bit erratic, and her attitude was better than the maid who just brought Hyacinths in: "The mint grass will not die, and the remnant soul will dissipate. "

The frail mint plant seemed to have a will, and it swayed up and down slightly, as if it had a soul attached to it, nodding in response.

Hyacinthus: "..."

To be honest, it's a bit weird, but considering that he is already a dead ghost, it seems that he doesn't have the stance of raising his hairs, Yacintos still keeps smiling, and forcefully suppresses Ji Ling.

It's Mingta's real hammer.So, pouring blood is actually to protect the remnant soul inside?

What kind of wronged debt is this, and I regret it after the heavy hand, to protect the remnant soul from dissipating.

Yacintos couldn't tell at this point, whether it is better to let Mingta continue to maintain the status quo of the remnant soul, or it is more humane to let Mingta get rid of it completely.

He is not so arrogant that he thinks that he can solve everything by himself, so he just kept silent in the follow-up, and was taken away by the maid until Chunshen took care of the whole garden.

The maid was quite satisfied: "Master Hades opened the door earlier than usual today, you are still very good! Get ready, I will invite you back tomorrow."

"I was just in a daze when I went in. Are you sure that the mood of the Empress of the Underworld has really improved?" Yacintos gave the little girl a speechless and funny look.

"Of course, being in a daze is divided into people!" The maid said convincingly, "It's like putting a three-headed dog next to the Queen of the Underworld, and standing next to the Queen of the Underworld, isn't the atmosphere very different?"

"..." Yacintos really couldn't refute, "Then how long will the Lord Queen of the Underworld be in a bad mood? It won't be like this all year round... Depressed."

"That's not true," the maid scratched her face, "It's just this time of winter every year—that's when the queen of the underworld was just brought back from her mother to the underworld by the god envoy Hermes, she would be so...excessively sad In ten or so days, she will not be so extreme soon."

The maid turned her face away, and muttered again: "Honestly, I don't understand. I also came from Mount Olympus with Her Highness Persephone. After so many years, even if I am unwilling, I should get used to it." Right. It’s not a question of whether His Majesty Hades is good—”

But the time span is as long as tens of thousands of years, and even the sharpest stones are smoothed by the water flow.

"But Her Highness Persephone has to self-harm for several days every year when she comes back from Mount Olympus. Every morning when I deliver food to Her Highness Persephone, seeing her standing in front of the window feels like watching I saw a shadow, so weak that it would break if I touched it."

The little girl was obviously very distressed by this, and she didn't have the ability to change the status quo for Persephone, so she could only sigh: "I'll tell you something from the bottom of my heart, I really don't understand our Highness! Sometimes I see Persephone His Highness Nie looked at His Majesty Hades with a look of affection, even the day before he went to Mount Olympus, he would smile at His Majesty Hades. When he was on Mount Olympus, he would make up some Corolla said to bring it back to the underworld, but once it comes back from Mount Olympus..."

As if time was suddenly reversed, Persephone's state went back to the day when she was just caught in the underworld.

"The corolla was well preserved and placed on the head of the bed, but Her Majesty Persephone's mood suddenly took a turn for the worse. His Majesty Hades was strictly forbidden to enter the Elysee Palace, and she tortured herself in the garden like a wandering spirit every day. It took a long time to get better. Tell me, why is this?"

"..." Jacintos was dumbfounded.

How does he know why, he can only be sure that there are probably some articles in it.

After all, according to the maid, Persephone was also thinking about Hades when she was on Mount Olympus, and the point is that she even made a flower crown.

This behavior can basically prove that Persephone is actually not that resistant to returning to the underworld, and even prepared a small gift for Hades. In this case, why did she suddenly change her mood after returning to the underworld?

Seeing the maid's pouting face full of displeasure, Jacintos asked one more question: "What will happen between returning from Mount Olympus to the underworld?" He emphasized, "It's the kind that happens every year." happened during this period."

The maid scratched her head: "No, what could be the matter? Every year, I accompany His Highness back to Mount Olympus, and go back to the underworld with the envoy. There is nothing special about the way back and forth. Lord Hermes has dual speeds. The boots are so fast, they can bring us back to the underworld quickly, even if someone wants to make trouble, they must catch up with us!"

That's weird.Hyacinthus glanced at the maid, and felt that there was no need for the maid to lie to him in this matter.

The only possibility is that this matter may be very small, or it may happen very naturally, every time he enters and exits the underworld, it will definitely happen, so the maid never paid attention.

He was sent back to the tavern by the maid, and even when he was inquiring and collecting information as usual, he couldn't help thinking about this question, until he inadvertently heard the troubadour in the corner plucking the strings and humming:

"Beautiful blond girl,

Daughter of Demeter.

She has green eyes,

Tears can make Pluto's heart move..."

Blonde girl?Hyacinthus couldn't help but turned his head, raised his glass vaguely, and looked at the troubadour leaning against the corner.

This person actually sang in the tavern for more than a day or two, but Hyacinthus had never paid attention to him before that.

After all, his singing was so unprofessional, and there was no storyline, the guests in the tavern would rather yell loudly and place bets than listen to him dragging their throats.

He doesn't seem to care, he leans here and sings every day, I don't know if it's because he can't make a lot of money, this man is still wearing the clothes he died, the mercenary armor is full of scratches, and the neckline is low and wide A purple strangle mark was exposed.

"?" Jacinto suddenly became interested, asked the tavern owner for another glass of wine, and walked to the troubadour, "I rarely see mercenaries who retire and become bards."

This troubadour's temper is also very rare. From under the messy hair, he looked impatiently, and opened his mouth violently: "You fucking...cough, what are you doing?"

Yacintos was taken aback by the other party's sudden slowdown, and couldn't help but look down at himself, thinking with some amusement: Am I really so good-looking?In the past, the queen of the underworld took the initiative to summon her, and in the end, a mercenary showed mercy.

The troubadour was not only merciful, he sat upright as if he was not very comfortable: "What are you doing? Want to buy me a drink?"

He glanced at Yacintos's wine glass, straightened his neck, and said in a rough voice as if driving someone away: "What kind of stupid question do you want to ask, don't do such nonsense. I want to ask me why a mercenary can appear In the cemetery of Elysee? Or why did I hang myself?”

It can be seen that these questions are often asked, and he was a little irritable when he raised them, and wanted to swear a few times, but when he saw Yacintos, he endured it again.

This reaction made Yacintos raise his eyebrows: "That's not what I want to ask. But if you don't mind, why don't you sit at a table with me and I buy you a drink, and you answer all these questions?"

"……"Grass!How can someone be so ignorant of people's faces?The troubadour looked shocked.

But the shock was the shock, he actually followed Jacintos to the table and sat down, gloomily took a sip of wine: "What do you want to ask? Others ask for news, I have to open my mouth, it seems You... have something to ask quickly!"

It's probably dead, the troubadour didn't even bother to cover it up, and put my problem on the bright side.

This reaction is very interesting. Combined with the previous behavior, it can be basically concluded that the troubadour probably feels ashamed of Yacinthos, and he is dead and does not want to cover it up.

The only question is, why doesn't Hyacinthus remember when he saw the mercenary?

Moreover, if he remembered correctly, this person should have only come to the tavern in the past few years, right?Prior to this, Hyacinthus had never seen the troubadour at Elysée.

After careful calculation, hundreds of years have passed since he died in the discus. How did this bard who died only a few years know himself hundreds of years ago?

But these are all things to talk about. Yacintos has always had a clear purpose. After putting down his glass, he asked the purpose of the initial conversation: "Is the 'Goldilocks' you sang just now, the queen of the underworld? Isn't she black-haired and black-eyed?" ?”

"Are you stupid?" The troubadour rolled his eyes unceremoniously this time, "Persephone is the daughter of Zeus and Demeter, which of those two has black hair and black eyes?"

Hyacinthus shrugged: "The legend may not be accurate, that's what I saw of Persephone."

"You saw her in the underworld, of course she has black hair and black eyes." The troubadour smiled.

Hyacinthus: "Have you seen her when she is not in the underworld?"

"More than that?" the troubadour shook his head, "A few years ago, the day I died happened to be the day when Her Highness the Queen of the Underworld returned to the underworld. Lord Hermes picked me up halfway, and I witnessed the Queen of the Underworld going from the world to the underworld with my own eyes. Changes in hair and eyes."

"Blonde hair turns into black hair, and blue eyes turn into black eyes." The troubadour said, with a puzzled expression, "I don't know if it's Aimei, or this change reminds her of her living environment in the underworld and Mount Olympus. In short, her face suddenly became very pale - of course this is normal, all Hades have such a grimace - more importantly, the smile on her face disappeared immediately, and she was still pulling the maid to say A wreath to Her Majesty Hades, and as soon as her hair color changed, she slowly lowered the wreath with trembling lips."

Hyacinthus sat up slightly.

Originally, when he asked the troubadour, he just felt that the hair color was a little different, and there might be a problem. He didn't expect that this person actually witnessed the whole thing happen.

"Apart from the changes in hair color and eye color? Nothing else unusual?" Jacintos asked.

The troubadour shook his head: "No, what else could be unusual about this... No, why are you asking this?"

"..." Yacinto paused for a moment, "It's nothing, I'm just curious. Tell me about the questions you asked before, such as why can mercenaries appear in Elysee's cemetery? Why did they hang themselves?"

What the maid said to him, he couldn't spread it to the outside world, so he simply changed the topic.

It's just that his topic is so off topic that it's a bit poignant, and he followed it with a heavy punch: "For example, why do you look like you know me? Just now you said that you died a few years ago, but I am a few hundred years old. I came here years ago. You also said that if someone else asks for information, they will definitely scam people a lot of money. When it’s my turn, I don’t want a cent, acting as if..."

The troubadour wanted to stare at him, but he was dumbfounded by a few punches from behind. Hearing that Jacintos was about to finish his sentence, he interrupted quickly: "Okay, okay, I didn't hide anything at first. did you mean."

He scratched his hair in frustration: "It's just that it doesn't sound like it will make you happy. If you want to listen, you'd better be mentally prepared."

He was right in warning, and the following story did make the smile on Jacintos's face gradually cool.

It probably means that since Jacintos' grandfather's generation, he has intended to change Sparta's political system and seek cooperation with Athens.However, because their proposal harmed the interests of the veteran nobles, the Eurypontide family finally came forward, and the several major families cooperated to establish a mercenary team outside and planned the assassination of the generation of the Yagiade family.

The troubadour drank the wine, spread his hands and said, "Don't look at me like that, you probably already guessed it? I was dressed like a member of that mercenary team. But I Unlike most of the members, I went in purely to make a living—literally 'making a living'."

The troubadour made a calm gesture to Jacintos, then opened his mouth wide, the cheeks that were originally exactly the same as humans were split open, and grinned to the ears, revealing a wolf-like mouth with vampire bats The same sharp-toothed mouth.

The drinkers around him didn't care about his changes. After all, there were a lot of strange creatures in Elysee's cemetery. The gods like to mess around, and there are many people who are more curious than him.

The troubadour quickly retracted the truth, hissing and scratching the corner of his mouth: "It's okay, it's not changed for a long time, it's a bit of a stretch..."

He moved his buttocks: "Probably that's it. My mother is a hybrid of wolf and human, maybe it's the blood of that wolf with some gods... In short, my mother was born as a half-human, half-wolf existence. Later, she followed I married a man with vampire bat blood, which made me want to tear people up like a wolf, and like a vampire bat, I can only drink human blood."

"..." Hyacinthus wisely remained silent.

The gods of Olympus are indeed so unscrupulous, even in the legends that are often heard in the world, these gods often turn into swans, cows and horses, and sow seeds everywhere. Pegasus with wings.

The troubadour twitched the corners of his mouth: "So basically I hang around in the mercenary regiment, and I bite here and there, anyway, they are all sinful people, and I don't feel particularly guilty about biting. I didn't participate in the affairs of your grandfather's generation, I was not born at that time! But... how should I put it, after drinking the blood of these people, I always feel..."

He always felt that those sins flowed into his body along with the blood.

That's why he recognized Jacintos at a glance, and instinctively felt that he owed him.

"It's very painful," said the troubadour. "It's very painful when you're alive. It's like being hungry for hundreds of years every day. There are countless delicacies dangling in front of you, but you can't reach out to eat them. The nature of werewolves makes this kind of endurance It's even more difficult—forget it. No matter how I describe it, you can't imagine the feeling until you experience it yourself. At most, you can imagine the painless feeling of not having dinner and breakfast... In short, from When I was a teenager, I didn't want to live much."

"But I'm very timid, and I still can't make up my mind to kill myself." He said in a low voice, "Occasionally, I dared to go out on missions with other mercenaries and try to anger the mission target. I was counting on the other party to give me a good time, but every time I was rescued by a group of mercenaries."

"Every time!" he gritted his teeth, "it's like this every time. It's as if fate deliberately didn't give me a good time, mocking my cowardice, and telling me that it's impossible to understand life through the hands of others—I It was like this for hundreds of years, until a few years ago, I finally put into action what I wanted to do when I was a teenager, and hanged myself."

He sneered: "It's very simple, a hanging rope and an old tree with a crooked neck can kill the son of a god who has lived for hundreds of years without getting old."

"But do you know what is the most ironic thing? According to the rules, suicide is not worthy of entering the underworld. But, I did."

"Not only did I enter, but Hermes, the envoy of the gods, took a detour to pick me up in order to pick me up into the underworld, and even in the middle of escorting the Queen of the Underworld into the underworld, it was like a—— God, how should I describe that feeling to you At that moment - the moment Hermes picked me up - I had a special, very clear feeling that this was a welcome, a reward - other heroes I was rewarded for killing monsters and saving lives, and I was rewarded for killing myself—"

The reward was too vain and too superficial, so that he could see the sarcasm underneath it at a glance—to ridicule him as a monster, and congratulating him for killing himself can be regarded as eliminating harm for the people, and it can be regarded as a hero regardless of size.

The sense of relief brought to him by death was immediately overwhelmed by this sense of ridicule and humiliation. If it wasn't for the queen of the underworld who looked so pale that he couldn't stand the fright, he would have wished to show his true self and rush out, to really do it before entering the underworld. Kill a person or two.

"Can you understand?" The troubadour drank another glass of wine, a little drunk, "So I don't think there is anything to be happy about entering the Elysée Shrine and no longer being tortured by the hunger that I used to feel when I was alive."

He shook his head in disinterest: "I'm sorry, you must not be able to understand what I'm talking about, but since I entered the underworld, I have no one to talk about, so please bear with me."

He took a deep breath and exhaled slowly: "Anyway, on the way back, I have a very clear feeling of being stared at by something. It seems that the hundreds of years I lived before were just a drama The foreshadowing of the climax, the thing staring at me and looking forward to the plot is the moment I hang myself with a rope-he saw it and was satisfied, so he greeted me with the treatment I didn't deserve, and rewarded me generously even if Die by suicide, but be able to enjoy the treatment in Elysee."

The wine in the underworld has always been more intoxicating, in order to comfort some dead souls who can't forget their previous experiences.

The troubadour soon lay down on the table with a flushed face, muttering to himself: "If only... hiccup! If only there was another life. In the next life, I want to be a normal person. Or, to die more honorably , at least don't hang yourself..."

He smiled a bit, he was quite drunk, and his eyes were a little lax, as if he was having some beautiful fantasy: "It is best to die at the hands of a famous warrior, which prince, or king——monsters also deserve monsters." Dignity, right?"