spartan ancestor

Persephone's fears came true faster than expected.

In fact, when Hyacinthus walked out of the palace in the evening, Persephone had already forgotten those revived memories, and slept curled up on the couch with a carefree smile on her lips.

The wound from the flower thorn on her hand healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the doormen washed her with water. It was foreseeable that when Persephone woke up tomorrow morning, she would not catch the tail of amnesia at all.

It was the first time Hyacinthus felt so heavy when he saw someone sleeping so soundly.

On the way out of the palace, he couldn't help but wonder whether the summons would continue tomorrow, and why Persephone was so anxious that he insisted on summoning him twice in one day.

Probably because he is aware of his own situation, let alone... Maybe we have to wait for another round of spring, summer, autumn and winter.

And next year, who can guarantee that she will remember these past events again?

Hyacinthus had to admit that the conversation with Persephone did create a sense of urgency in him.

Originally, according to the weather when he left the palace, he should have returned directly to his residence, but he simply did not return. He returned to the tavern, preparing to inquire about the "secret stronghold" of Hercules that Persephone said.

Taverns are busier late at night than during the day.

Troubadours sprung up in the tavern like mushrooms after a spring rain, and they gathered together. The drunkard named Wuming also wandered out of the room and mingled among them: "Drink...drink! Hiccup, boss, give us another drink !"

"Can you give me the money first?" The tavern owner suddenly rolled his eyes, and inadvertently turned his face to see Hyacinthus, and immediately grasped at straws, "You! Do you know them? These guys drink here Almost a few barrels of wine have been poured, and I haven't paid a single silver coin."

Yacintos originally didn't intend to be taken advantage of, and the words of refusal came to his lips. Thinking of the words that Wuming said before about having eyes staring at him and malicious rewards, he was still a little soft-hearted after all: "It's all on my account .”

"Huh? What?" There were actually sharp-eared people among the group of wailing alcoholics, "Friends! Stop drinking the wine in your hands. We have met a real hero. He is so generous that he helped us pay for the drink in advance!"

The drunkards immediately turned their heads and toasted Yacinthos in a chaotic manner:

"Great! But we're so poor we don't have anything to pay for... how about writing your poems for you?"

"No...that's right. We can write you many, long, very wonderful poems."

"Where's the pen? Pen! Come on, friend, tell your story and we promise it will spread throughout the Élysée!"

"..." Do you want to repay your kindness, or seek revenge?

Yacintos declined with a smile: "It's not necessary. Just treat it as a reward for the information Wuming Tian gave me."

"Huh?" Wuming climbed up from behind the table, tongue out, "That... that won't do. I agreed not to charge you for the intelligence fee, but I didn't. You paid me the room fee and the drink, don't I owe you money?" You more?"

The drunkards next to him yelled: "We can help you pay back... How about writing a poem by yourself?"

not so good.Hyacinthus finished complaining in his heart, looked at this group of alcoholics who seemed not to give up, and backed down: "Well, if you really want to thank... I have a rather curious question. I heard that Hercules Hercules Si is not on Mount Olympus, but moved to the underworld? He also has his own tavern, I wonder what it will be like there."

To be honest, Hyacinthus didn't hold out much hope.

After all, according to what Persephone said, she dispatched maids and soldiers several times, but failed to find this secret stronghold. How could a group of drunkards who were so poor that they couldn’t even pay for the drinks know about it?

Originally, he just wanted to let the drunkards quit. It would be better if he could keep this issue in mind and pay more attention to him when going to taverns in the future.

However, in the next second, someone said with a big tongue: "Hera... Kles' tavern? The admission requirements there are too strict, and none of us have succeeded. But someone in our troubadour group has succeeded , right nameless?"

"Don't mention that guy who forgets to drink." Wuming muttered and frowned, "When I recruited him into the team, I didn't know that he could enter the secret tavern of Hercules. Otherwise, I would definitely put him in the team. Change the condition to 'You must bring the members of the group to enter the secret tavern of Hercules', or 'If none of your companions can enter the secret tavern, neither can you.

"Why, you also want to challenge the entrance ceremony of the secret tavern?" Wuming glanced at Yacintos and shook his head, "You can't."

Since entering the underworld, Jacintos seldom competed with others, but Wuming's words did arouse his competitive spirit: "Why not?"

"You are a Spartan, and Spartans never—at least rarely drink alcohol." Nameless shrugged, "The entrance ceremony to that tavern is to drink all the wine prepared for you by the maid."

"As for the strength of the wine prepared by the maid..." Wuming looked around and patted Jacintos on the shoulder, "Probably drink up the wine cellar of this tavern for three rounds, and you can experience the How do you feel when you have three cups?"

Hyacinthus: "..."

He began to pray that Persephone would call him into the palace tomorrow. After all, buying wine for practice was still a waste of money, and he needed a little support from his allies.

…………

I don't know if Jacintos' prayers worked, but the next morning, the maid from the palace came to summon him very early, which made Jacintos's plan of touching porcelain that he had been planning all night was useless.

On the way to the palace, he was still wondering: "Your Highness the Empress of the Underworld... have you started to harm yourself again?"

According to Persephone, after forgetting the memory, he should also forget the intersection of him and him. If so, why would he continue to call him into the palace?

The boss of the maid stretched her face unhappily: "What do you mean, can you look forward to a little better? Although His Royal Highness returned to normal this year earlier than before, but... well, it should not be repeated again, at least for now not yet."

Hyacinthus was silent, a little confused about the situation.

This doubt followed him into the palace.

He followed the maid and wandered around the Hall of the Hades for a long time, but he didn't see Persephone in any corner, until the two doormen from the garden ran over crying, "No! Going into the garden, holding a knife to compete with yourself, talking nonsense about 'very important', go and see her!"

The maid turned pale with shock: "What? You crow's mouth!"

Hyacinthus was scolded innocently, so he could only resign himself to his fate and trot into the garden behind the maid.

As described by the porter, Persephone was standing by the flower bed, holding a small knife in her hand, gesticulating with her fingers, but she was still unable to do so.

The maid jumped up in fright: "Your Highness, what are you doing?!"

"I don't know," Persephone raised her head in a daze, but she didn't let the maid snatch away the knife, her hands were tightly clenched, as if protecting some straw, "Don't make trouble, I'll just cut it off gone."

"It's enough just to water the flowers, I have to finish the flowers..." She muttered repeatedly, looking a little bewildered, and it made people feel a little chilly.

I don't know if it was because the maid's stop gave her a sense of urgency, Persephone turned around, this time without any further hesitation, the blade cut through her fingertips, and the blood containing divine power dripped into the golden rose bushes, making the flowers tremble Ye quiver.

She stared at the flowers, and muttered in another sentence: "It's very important, it must be done, and the flowers must be watered."

The maid was so frightened that she burst into tears, but Hyacinthus suddenly remembered that yesterday's Persephone was also standing in front of the golden rose.

Speaking of it, watering the flowers with blood seemed like something crazy would do, but in fact, the only flowers Persephone watered were the mint grass that Mingta turned into, and this cluster of golden roses.

He pulled the doorman and asked in a low voice, "What's so special about this golden rose?"

"No!" The doorman was also wiping away his tears, but he didn't dare to go up to provoke Persephone, "At most, His Highness Demeter specially gave this flower to His Highness Empress Dowager, but there is no need to use blood." Pour it!"

Yacinto paused for a moment: "Then, Your Highness the Empress of the Underworld, usually... when you are sick, you just stay in the small garden and water the flowers?"

"For a while, we will be asked to move tables, paper and pens into the garden." The doorman wiped his face, "But it became less and less after that. Even when His Highness is sick, he acts very regularly. He usually stays in the garden in the morning. , into the study in the afternoon. There are papers and pens in the study, so there is no need for us to move it... Do you want to go into the study?"

"...if it's possible." Jacintos couldn't help being surprised, "You trust me that much?"

The maid complained to him yesterday about Empress Dowager's illness, but why would the doorman take him to see it in such a private place like the study?

The doorman raised his head: "His Royal Highness ordered you yesterday, just before you came to the palace for the second time. At that time, I thought His Highness was going to commit suicide... It's the same as explaining the funeral. He said that if you need anything in the future, you must do it." We must do our best to satisfy, and if there are any orders, we must obey them unconditionally."

"..." Yacintos paused for a moment.

He was seldom moved because of anything, but the doorman's words "confess the funeral" made him feel very uncomfortable.

It was hard for him not to think about what Persephone felt yesterday when she ordered these things.

Perhaps for her, the mood at that time was really about explaining her funeral, but among the many people present, none of them could hear her cryptic farewell to the world.

Hyacinths could even imagine that after seeing him off in the morning, Persephone realized that she would lose her memory earlier this time, so early that she began to worry that there would be no next time, so she hurriedly called someone to arrest him. Summoned again, grabbed the doorman and told them these things.

But when talking to him, Persephone acted as if there would be another time. Was it because she didn't want to make him anxious, or was it in her heart, or was she looking forward to waking up as scheduled next year?

Hyacinthus couldn't tell, he could only be sure that for a person like this, after so many years of planning to break the restraint, all her actions must have meaning, even if it looks like a mindless madness at first glance.

Hyacinthus didn't say anything else, he only motioned for the doorman to lead him into the study.

After leaving the small garden, I walked through a few more corners.

The fragrance of the garden and the smell of rust gradually fade away, and the air that replaces it has a hint of coolness.

A sudden exclamation came from a distance: "The study! Put out the fire! The study is on fire!"

"What?" The doorman was startled, "How could it catch fire?!"

——"It's just the idea of ​​running away. I think it's okay, but I can't do it. No matter what method I use, it will always be reversed by various accidents and completely fail."

The words of Persephone yesterday unexpectedly echoed in his mind.

"—Put out the fire! Get the water!" The doorman jumped on the spot and hurriedly turned around to find water.

Hyacinthus grabbed him: "Don't run, go to the study."

"The study is on fire!" The doorman was caught and pinned down by the collar, stomping his feet anxiously, "Even if you go, you have to turn back to get water, when you delay that—"

"Go to the study." Yacintos threw off his long legs, strode forward with the doorman in his arms, and changed to a sprint after two or three steps, "Where are you going?"

The doorman was strangled by his collar, unable to speak, he could only roll his eyes and point in a direction.

If there was no accident of the fire, Jacintos might not be sure if there was anything left by Persephone in the study, but the combination of the fire confirmed his guess.

Hyacinthus saw the thick smoke billowing out of the door of the study, he threw the doorman aside, and rudely knocked away the attendants blocking the door.

It's hard to say what kind of mentality fate always loves to obliterate people's hopes at critical moments, but at this moment, Yacintos is still very grateful for the other party's evil intentions.

It was because the fire was stuck just before he was about to approach the study, and he happened to be able to take all the letters left on the table out in time.

Before breaking out of the fire scene, Yacintos was mentally prepared to deal with the possible attack of fate, but until he came to a safe place with the letter, the so-called "attack" did not come.

In just a few seconds, Hyacintos had doubts about "I found the wrong thing" in his mind, but he hurriedly opened the letter, and saw Persephone's clearly written letter in its entirety.

[To dear Hyacinthus:

I don’t know if you will have the opportunity to read this letter. After all, a certain existence has always had a bad personality. I have no doubt that when you follow my guidance to get this letter, you will definitely encounter his obstruction... But I Gotta give it a try.

The reason for leaving the letter is that I am not sure when I will completely lose the possibility of recovering my memory due to the numbness of pain.Although I hope that after I find you, I will have time to explain everything to you verbally...but it is never wrong to make second-hand preparations, right?

In fact, there are not many things to explain to you. First of all, I still have to apologize to you for the hundreds of years of unauthorized spying.

I have to make sure you are the one who can help me.And, to be able to successfully contact you, believe me, I have overcome many obstacles that fate has set for me.Maybe just to invite you, it will take me decades or hundreds of years to try again and again.

Next, I have to get down to business.

A few things I want to say, the first one, is about myself.

If by the time I get this letter, I have completely lost my sense of pain and there is no chance of waking up, you don't need to worry.

I have already hinted to myself that the watering of the flowers will be completed on time, and that silly, sweet, ignorant me will also have absolute trust in you.

Despite doing things according to the plan, "I" will not hold you back.

Second, about Golden Rose.

Of course it’s not because I’m crazy that I can cut my fingers and water the flowers with blood. Generally speaking, there are several reasons.

One is that the golden rose was originally my preparation for escaping from the underworld, and it was watered for thousands of years to achieve one goal: to hide the breath.

Holding the golden rose, after leaving the underworld, even the God of Death or Hades cannot find me by following the breath of the underworld.

But when I want to escape, I can't even get out of the palace. These golden roses are prepared for you in the future.

When you are fully prepared, take it and go to see Charon. According to the agreement I will make with Charon every year, he will send the person who jumps on the boat with the golden rose to leave the shore, no matter what the disguise of the carrier is .

Reason [-] for cutting hands: This is because I was estimating how long it would take for me to completely lose my sense of pain.

If you happen to see me messing with my fingers with a deadpan face, congratulations!You may soon be greeted with a goofy and sweet version of me.

Please be patient with me, in fact, if it weren't for some bastard to intervene, I still wish I could live so carefree.

The third reason is that you will probably ask the maid or doorman what special significance the Golden Rose has to me.If there is, it is considered to be there. My mother specially dug it from our old house and gave it to me.

According to my original plan, after escaping from the underworld, I want to meet my mother with a beautiful golden rose that I raised myself, and use flower branches to tie her hair, which can be regarded as a little bit of my sensibility ...But this point can basically be discarded now, and you can ignore it.

Then there's the third thing.

According to my understanding and deduction, the golden arrow of Hercules may have a "gift" similar to that of being strong when you meet the strong, but I am not sure about this, and you may need to judge by yourself at that time.

I hope that this "gift" will also work for someone, after all, according to what he said, no existence in the world can escape (you know which word I want to say, I'm not sure if I write it and it will be discovered, here Just a little bit more securely), then logically, He himself can be regarded as an "existence", right?And he's a strong bastard.

At last.

After you get the golden arrow, you can prepare for the escape.

Take Minta, will you?When you get to the Styx River, with the Golden Rose and Mingta, Charon and the God of the Weeping River (Mingta's father) should all help you, which can somewhat help you escape.

You don’t have to be afraid of the three-headed dog by the gate of hell. Before you act, remember to ask me for Cerberus’s teething toy and throw it on the ground. The time you buy should be enough for you to escape from the gate of hell.

Then there will be a relatively long journey. You need to find the island where the three sisters of Croton live in seclusion. They usually hide the golden shuttle and the masterpieces weaved there.

These golden threads are very difficult to destroy, not even by fire. You have to twist up along the end of the thread and spread the spun thread inch by inch, in order to destroy the "life trajectory" designed by some bastard.

This is something that a bastard deliberately demonstrated in front of me when he changed my "scene". I estimated that the authenticity should be great.

That's why I have to remind you, be prepared, you may see a lot of miserable people there, but you can't save all of them.

But you can destroy the golden shuttle, so that they can't continue to weave the "script".

Those three goddesses don't go out of the island very often. Remember to remind me before you leave and send out an invitation letter to invite the three sisters to the underworld for a banquet. This may buy you some time.

If you encounter some bastard, the Golden Arrow should be able to help you stop some troubles, at least destroy the Golden Shuttle, and don't let others follow in our footsteps.

I wish you good luck and success.

Persephonelius]

Hyacinthus sat on the ground for a while, put away the notebook in an orderly manner, stood up and moved his wrist that was twisted when he knocked out the door just now.

Will it work?He's not sure.This may be the beginning of a new round of teasing by fate.

But many things are not that complicated sometimes.He's a Spartan, and when the mood comes, he gets it done.