spartan ancestor

Hypnos' face suddenly changed. There are thousands of golden arrows in the world, and only one can compete with his divine power, which is the golden arrow of Hercules: "You—"

He wanted to say, you are crazy, don’t you know the pain after Chiron’s arrow, and he wanted to ask how Hercules’ golden arrow got into your hands.

But with these questions, when he saw Hyacinths threateningly put the arrow on the bow, he all shrank back. Hypnos flapped his wings instinctively, and retreated quickly.

The gate of hell is approaching, and the roar of the three-headed dog can be heard clearly.

Hyacinthus threw the molar ball vigorously with his intact arm, and Jin Qiangwei took the opportunity to bring him into the portal of the underworld.

Through the crack, there is a period of darkness.Only the golden rose shimmered, trembling like a candle in the wind.

Hyacinthus took a deep breath and discussed with Hua: "How about putting me down? I can—Gulu."

The last sound was not a stomach growl, but he was caught off guard and crashed into the sea water, choking on a big mouthful of salt water.

Jin Qiangwei lifted Jacintos up from the sea, and Jacintos wiped his face: "Cough...you're lucky."

Sarah also said that if the portal of the underworld is not deliberately controlled by the god of the underworld, it is possible to drive to the desert volcano. He was lucky, and he crashed directly into the sea when he hit it.

What's more, just as he took off the collar hooked on the golden rose and pulled it in the water a few times to protect the flower branch, he saw a dilapidated fishing boat floating not far away, and occasionally a fish jumped up and wore it. Through the ship board, and drilled back into the water.

"Ghost ship?" Hyacinthus took pleasure in the pain, muttered that I hadn't seen it before, coughed a few times, and then tried his best to row in the direction of the fishing boat.

The Hydra venom was unbearable, and no one around was watching. Jacintos put down his camouflage briefly, grabbed the back of the ship, climbed onto the side of the ghost ship with a bit of embarrassment, and then rolled sideways on the deck exhausted.

Golden Rose floated out of his arms and landed on the bow of the boat.

Jacintos wanted to bring it back, but it was probably difficult to regain tension after relaxing. The anxiety of the hydra venom swept over him, from internal organs to limbs, Jacintos almost felt I was like a scorched fish that was still on the fire, and I was able to wake up thanks to the continuous pain.

"Cough..." Breathing was like a torture, and Jacintos coughed a few times on the deck like a dead fish, like a severely paralyzed patient, and it took a long time for his fingertips to curl up slightly under his efforts.

But as long as he can move, Hyacinthus didn't allow himself to continue lying dead under the pain, carrying the burning pain in his lungs, took a deep breath, held his breath, sat up, and struggled to move to the boat where Jin Qiangwei landed head, and sat down against the side of the boat.

When Persephone was watering the flowers, she probably added a lot of abilities to Jin Qiangwei that she didn't tell Hyacinthus, such as the ability to fly before, or how to direct the ghost ship to turn.

Yacintos trembled slightly against the side of the boat, he took a deep breath, forced his breath to stabilize, turned his head, and said to Jin Qiangwei in his usual talking and laughing tone: "It's not bad, it's good. That way you won't be afraid I let my guard down and fell asleep halfway through."

Jin Qiangwei emitted a faint light steadily, but did not give any response.

But Yacintos continued to babble: "It hurts more than I imagined... You know, Sparta's pain resistance training hurts most on the flesh, and even the bones of this thing are hammered like a crowbar. Fortunately, before leaving, I threw the blood bottle to Chiron, I really don't know how Chiron's remnant soul survived until now?"

He struggled to prop up his body, and changed to a more energy-saving posture: "Sorry, I know it's stupid to talk to a flower, but I have to find something to distract my attention..."

"You know what the officer in charge of training me said when I was first in pain tolerance training? He said there are two tricks to getting through pain."

"First, don't have the fluke idea that the pain will become numb after a long time, or that the pain may be relieved one day, but you have to do a good job of psychological construction from the beginning, thinking that you may have to live with this pain for the rest of your life, How to get used to it."

"Second, be prepared that each wave of pain may be more difficult than the previous wave, so that when the next wave of pain hits, but fortunately, the level of pain does not increase, there will be a kind of pain that seems to be lessening. illusion."

He didn't just remember it, he did it.Throughout the voyage, Hyacinthus was trying to get used to the presence of Hydra's venom.

So that in the later stage, he could even sleep with pain, but when he could do this, he began to consciously shorten the sleep time.

After all, the ultimate goal has not been achieved, and he needs to be vigilant at all times.

It is difficult to grasp the direction and time at sea.Especially on rainy days, the entire sky and sea are dark and the waves are coming. Except for the golden rose, Yacintos can't find the north when sitting on the ghost ship that turns around several times.

He could only roughly estimate that it took about a dozen long storms before he was reminded by the faint light of the golden rose, and found a sharp corner on the sea level: "Is it there?"

Jin Qiangwei flickered, as if responding.

But before Yacintos could show his "finally" expression, a series of waves suddenly broke out on the sunny sea, and Yacintos only had time to take Golden Rose into his arms, and the waves slapped his head and face: " Bah! Cough cough..."

An ethereal singing sound mixed in the waves, carrying the magic power that makes people obsessed. Unfortunately, this siren was not very lucky. What he met was Hyacinthus who was poisoned by the hydra, and even the god of sleep was in his A halberd here, not to mention her singing.

The sea monster probably didn't expect that what he was dealing with this time was not a living person, nor a serious ship.

Hyacinthus sat on the deck with his long legs leaning against the other side of the ship, leaning on the edge of the boat with one hand, and protecting the golden rose with the other. He was in a bit of a panic, but no matter how hard the waves tried, the ghost ship couldn't help it. turn.

The siren's singing gradually stopped: "...?"

Hyacinthos could almost hear the confusion from the lowered volume of the other party, and then a little girl brushed aside the waves like a bush, and looked at him wonderingly: "—Hiss?"

When not singing, the siren's voice is unexpectedly unpleasant, a bit like the neighing of a snake mixed with the grunting of a beast.

Hyacinths wiped away the sea water from his face, raised his eyelids and took a look, unexpectedly found that this sea monster was completely different from the image in the legend, it was neither sexy nor charming, it was just an ignorant little girl who was not yet fully developed.

The reason why I can see it so clearly... is because the little siren girl is not wearing any clothes.

Although women in Sparta would go out naked, Hyacinthus still turned his face slightly according to the more widely used etiquette among city-states: "Excuse me, may I do something wrong and offend you? Those who don’t know are innocent, I just want to go to the island in front.”

After asking, Hyacinthus realized that he seemed to have done another stupid thing.

She looks like a little girl, but she is still a sea monster in essence. How much humanity can you expect her to understand without even wearing clothes?Not to mention that the other party was obviously speechless.

Headache?Yacintos cursed himself inwardly, turned his face, and touched the dagger at his waist.

"Hiss! Hiss..." The siren let out a long series of hisses suddenly, as if he wanted to say something, but was too anxious to make a sound, the little girl flicked her big tail angrily, and plunged into the bottom of the water .

"...?" Jacintos froze for a moment, leaning on the side of the boat and glanced at the surface of the sea where the little girl disappeared.

Why does it seem like it's really human?

The little girl went fast and came back fast.

Just as Hyacinthus was about to urge the boat to move forward, the little siren girl emerged from the bow of the boat, spread her arms in a blocking gesture, and raised her hand to hold the black dick she was holding in her mouth. , A rod-like object similar to coal, leaning on the side of the boat to write words.

"..." Yacintos frowned.

The little girl's posture of holding the pen is familiar and elegant, obviously not simply imitating the movement, which is very strange, who is so free to come to the sea to teach a sea monster to write?

Hyacinthus closed his eyes, endured the loss of strength caused by the tossing just now, and the burning pain that came from taking advantage of the opportunity, propped himself up, moved to the edge of the boat that the little girl picked up, sat down, and leaned over to have a look He raised his eyebrows unexpectedly again: "Your handwriting is good."

It's really good, without the slightest awkwardness, without any problems with grammar, at first glance, it looks like any well-educated rich kid.

This is very contradictory. The little sea monster didn't show any sense of shame when he was naked, and his attack posture was more similar to a beast than a human, but he wrote well.

Jacintos thought for a while: "Who on the island taught you how to write?"

"?!" The little girl raised her head abruptly, shook her head with anger, and pointed at the side of the boat vigorously.

Because of the ocean waves, her handwriting is a bit slanted, but with an elegant frame structure as the background, the slanted font has a more pleasing beauty:

[Don't go to the island! !

I have lived here for many years, and no one who went to the island came down happily.Just like the Oedipus king of your humans, he seemed to hope to be redeemed before going to the island, but when he got off the island, his face was disheartened. When I rowed away, I was afraid that he would jump into the sea and commit suicide. 】

"..." Jacintos frowned slightly.

It seems that there are more than one or two victims affected by that evil taste, the underworld, the world, Mount Olympus... He has covered a wide range.

Hyacinthus snorted, and while thinking about how to persuade the little girl to let her go, he asked casually, "What's your name?"

"Hiss?" The little siren girl tilted her head, showing a confused and dazed expression.

"The person who taught you how to write must have given you a name, right? You..." Jacintos's eyes froze for a moment, then fixed on the little girl's slender back.

Without the cover of clothes, the two scars running diagonally across the thin back are shocking.

The two bare raised fleshy roots are connected to the butterfly bone, and occasionally move slightly with the little girl's movements, as if... as if subconsciously flapping, as if it can still fly.

The little girl bit her pen and thought hard, and it took a while for her to realize Hyacinthus' gaze, and she suddenly arched her back as if stimulated, and grinned at the corners of her mouth in a threatening manner.

The two fleshy roots on the back moved accordingly. If the wings that originally grew on it were still there, the feathers would probably explode at this time. Perhaps with the backlight, it would be a bit holy.

Unfortunately, such a beautiful scene will no longer exist.

"You can fly? Who broke your wings?" Jacintos was not frightened by the little girl's sternness, his eyes lingered on the pair of ugly fleshy roots, and he stood up slightly, "Don't you remember? You... "

The little girl's eyes were wide open, as if she didn't know that she had wings at all. She let go of the hand holding the boat, and flicked her tail eagerly in the water, trying to see what was behind her, but no matter how she turned, she couldn't see it. Missing: "Hiss! Hiss!"

The ghost boat was swayed by the waves thrown by the little girl's tail, Yacintos supported the side of the boat: "Don't move, you look at me, look into my eyes."

Today's sun was surprisingly bright, and the sea reflected the little girl's figure very clearly, and sprinkled a piece of sparkling light as a foil.

The little siren floated up to the surface in a daze, and saw the two ugly fleshy roots reflected in the blue eyes of Hyacinthos: "Hiss—!"

The shimmering green waves were instantly smashed by the fish's tail, and the ghost ship was sucked into the turbulent waves and spun around. Hyacinthus coughed, and saw the little girl poking out of the waves with red eyes, her mouth opened wide like Shouting a fixed syllable: "Hiss——"

"Don't shout, calm down!" Yacintos had to draw his knife and plunged into the deck to stabilize his figure, "You will only alarm the people on the island—I don't know what happened to you, but I came to the island It’s about changing the status quo.”

With just this one sentence, the frenzied siren calmed down, standing in the waves and watching him quietly.

Hyacinthus softened his voice again: "So, calm down. Tell me, do you want to fly again?"

The ferocious waves subdued, pushing the ghost boat towards the island.The little siren dived down, only showing half of its face on the sea surface.

Sunlight penetrates the water surface and passes through the water ripples in twists and turns.She put her hands behind the surface of the sea and curled up her body as if trying to cover something ugly.

"..." Hyacinthus sighed, took off the light armor that he put on before he set off, and threw it on the little girl's head, "It's actually nothing ugly. But the little girl..."

The love of beauty is understandable.

Hyacinthus watched the little siren pull off the light armor on his head, quickly put it on his body, and flicked his tail to look at the welt marks on his arm: "Hiss."

The sharp corners on the sea level were gradually revealed more completely, Yacintos pushed the little girl: "Go back, don't get close."

Although he really hoped that he could return victoriously, but this matter of hope is not something that can be achieved just by thinking about it.In case he fails, I still hope that the little girl can stay away and not be implicated.

…………

The ghost ship spent most of the day chasing after the moving island, which gave Jacintos a little more time to recover.

Even so, when the ghost ship docked, Hyacinthus was still a little unsteady on his feet.

Slightly weak in physical strength, Hydra Venom began to take the opportunity to counterattack. Yacintos was a little overwhelmed. After walking a few steps, he leaned against the stone covered with vines on the side of the road and took a few breaths, trying to adjust to a stable breathing rhythm: " Parthenope..."

This is the name that the little siren girl wrote on the side of the boat with a pen before she left. Yacintos thinks this is probably the name of the little girl, and plans to look it up for the little girl after she finds Jin Suo.

He leaned on the stone, repeated the name several times to deepen his impression, and pulled the vines a few times as a distraction.

The thick vines were pushed aside, revealing the severely damaged stones beneath.

According to the remaining engravings and general shape, it can still be judged that this should have been a sculpture or a colonnade.

Yacintos glanced at the engraved pattern casually, then withdrew his eyes.Indulging himself to lean on the stone for a while longer, until his breathing became stable, he supported the stone wall, stood upright and continued to move forward.

Along the way, weeds overgrown.The jagged blades of grass were almost knee-deep.

Hyacinthus passed by many relics similar to the previous stone blocks, which looked like a small abandoned garden.

After the previous incident of the little siren, Yacintos has a skeptical attitude towards everything, and always feels that there may be traces of fate quietly interfering everywhere.

That wicked bastard obviously wouldn't have the intention to build such an exquisite and small garden. Hyacinths couldn't help but suspect that this might be the place where the three Fate sisters used to play, and maybe what Fate did to them to make this place deserted.

But this is not the point of his coming here. Hyacinthus only thought about it for a while, and then headed for the most conspicuous old palace on the island.

Persephone's invitation letter was delivered just right, and the entire island was empty at this time.

Hyacinthus encountered no obstacles along the way, and after entering the palace, he went straight to the apse with a clear goal.

The interior of the palace is as dilapidated as the small garden outside.

Probably all the good luck was exhausted on the way here, and Jacintos even went through a few rooms without getting anything. When he stood outside the last door, Jacintos almost felt a sense of worry, such as This smooth journey is just a false scene designed by fate for him. Maybe the other party is standing inside this door, waiting for him to push the door and enter, applauding him happily.

Fortunately, no.

"Parthenope..." Jacintos rubbed his eyes that were a little stung by the golden light roughly, strode into the workshop full of threads of fate, closed the door with his backhand, and repeated, Shaking his head again, "Almost forgot, destroy Jinsuo first."

He crossed the silk threads all over the room and went straight to the golden shuttle on the table. He originally planned to smash the golden shuttle with a golden arrow, but found that this ghost thing was wrapped in countless gold threads like a mallet. He wanted to use the golden arrow Well... there is nowhere to start.

Hyacinthus was speechless for a while, and could only hold out his temper and stretch out his hand. His slender fingers picked up the end of the thread, preparing to remove part of the gold thread from the golden shuttle first.

I don't know what the working principle of Jinsuo is. He just picked up a lot of thread and wound it a few times, and the broken picture crashed into his mind.

["...What's so good about a perfect thing? Incompleteness is art." The figure in a black hood with his hands behind his back, paced complacently behind the three fateful sisters who were painstakingly spinning, "If you don't believe me, ask me you."

He casually picked up the chin of a goddess: "Is it a king who is high above you who makes your heart move more, or a king whose pride is broken, trampled into the mud, trapped in a prison and fighting with beasts makes your heart move more?" pity?"

Goddess of Fate didn't dare to speak, and she didn't really ask what the other person meant, so she withdrew her hand and continued to pace in the workshop: "You guys make up for Hades—when he accepts the crown of the underworld, This pure black crown will also become a shackle, and he will not be able to leave the underworld from now on, otherwise he will be burned by the sun and imprisoned by the moon."

Fate shook his head like an old pedant: "However, I have always been fair and just. What is lacking in you will always be made up in other places. What does a perfect master like Hades lack? A wife? Yes, he should have a wife as beautiful as Haruhi—well, then, what could be a better description than Haruhi himself?"

He stroked his chin and walked around the workshop for a few times, probably the more he thought about it, the more he felt that this whimsical idea was good, so he patted his thigh on the spur of the moment: "That's the arrangement! Ha, it's really good, it's so good..." He said to himself, "Then I can do something with Chunshen, for example, what is more suitable for a tragic theme than a carefree little girl being snatched into the dark underworld and having to part with her mother?" What about it? Hmm—I feel so bad thinking about it, maybe I should give her some compensation? For example, I can reunite with my mother once a year..."]

【"Ungrateful Persephone! She is dissatisfied with the story I carefully arranged for her?" Fate turned into a puff of black smoke, circling furiously in the workshop, "I feel it...I feel it! She actually If she wants to break away from the track I arranged for her, how can she? How dare she?"

Destiny emerged from the shadows and grabbed the hand of a goddess of fate nearby: "What do you think she is dissatisfied with? The fate I arranged for her is not stronger than Hera? It is no better than Amphitri's." How happy? Her husband will never cheat, has the resources of the entire underworld, is so powerful that even Zeus has to back down, she is the luckiest woman in Greece!"

"How should I punish her?" Destiny let go of the goddess' hand, biting her nails and turning around in the workshop, "Ah, I see. Isn't she most afraid of pain? Afraid of waking up from the beautiful dream I arranged for her, Then from today, every winter in the future, she will re-experience the pain of this transformation, reciprocating in the endless cycle of sobriety and chaos!"]

【"Remember what I once taught you?" Fate sat cross-legged on the handmade table, "Incompleteness is art. A great sage who is almost omniscient and omnipotent is too perfect, so perfect that it is unreal. People will not be right He has a crush on it."

He was like a sculptor standing in front of a stone, pondering how to carve a knife. He touched his chin and pondered for a while, his eyes lit up slightly: "Aha! I thought of it. I want to give this centaur the most glorious first half of his life, mainland China All the heroes in the world come from his school, and one day, when he is traveling with his favorite disciple Hercules, they will encounter a gang of despicable centaur bandits, and his disciple Hercules will Accidentally hurt his teacher with his own hands, this injury would make Chiron so painful that he finally chose to end his own life."

The more he spoke, the more excited he became, and the corners of his mouth curled into an excited arc: "But it's okay, it's okay. I've always been fair. Hercules caused Chiron such pain, and he should be punished accordingly."

"I want to punish him. This life has been full of ups and downs. Whenever he does a heroic deed, people will gather around him like a god, and then he will go crazy and kill the people around him. deported as a prisoner to hard labor."

"I punished him for mastering the invincible golden arrow in the first half of his life, which can seriously injure all existences in the world. Being feared by the monarch is like a mouse crossing the street forced to flee into the underworld."

"He will never be able to make up for the mistakes he made to the teacher. When he is expelled from Mount Olympus, Chiron will be implicated by him again, and he will be thrown into the underworld by the king of gods. The once omniscient and omnipotent great sage will live in ignorance and pain, until Hercules finally breathless under the weight of self-blame, relieves his teacher by killing his teacher, and then takes this dead desolate great sage They went to the corners of the underworld that are inaccessible, ended their own lives with the same knife, and no one collected their bones for them."

"Is there any story that can touch people's hearts more than this twists and turns? I want them to go to a high place in glory and praise, and then fall from the peak to the bottom."]

【"What did you say? A siren swam near our island? No, no, why did you stop her? I would like to meet her and understand what she wants." Destiny leaned against the window sill, "It's a new To get wings? Or to compete fairly with Muse again? Oh, this little poor man must be dissatisfied with my arrangement, thinking that after losing to Muse in the singing competition, it is too much for Muse to break his wings."

He talked to himself for a long time, but when he didn't get a response, he suddenly felt dissatisfied: "Ask you, what about her? Huh? I remember that all my subordinate gods have good tongues, and none of them are dumb?"

Facing the wrath of fate, Crotor spoke before the sisters: "She...doesn't want wings, nor does she want to re-compete and sing."

"..." Fate looked at Crotor scrutinizingly, "Then what does she want?"

"You...previously wrote the fate for her elder sister Parthenope, arranging her to fall in love with the passing hero Odysseus, but you failed to court because of singing, and committed suicide after Odysseus led the fleet to leave her sea area . She wants to seek... an explanation for her eldest sister."

"Please explain?" Fate raised his eyebrows high, "What do these ignorant chess pieces know? I am arranging the most perfect and tragic fate for them, so that future legends will always remember these touching tragedies—— Why are you looking at me like this? Am I going to hang her up and beat her to death?"

"You..." Croto probed cautiously and respectfully, "How are you going to deal with her?"

"As I said, I am a kind person. I just have a little obsession with my masterpiece of art." Fate floated down from the window sill, like a lingering shadow, "Parthenope? Hmm. You see, it is because of her tragic death that I still remember her fate, as for this... little siren who came to ask for an explanation? Ha! I don’t even remember her name.”

Fate sneered: "You know, I will only remember those works that satisfy me—at least barely. Those ordinary stories are purely useless attempts. I don't want to remember at all, and I don't bother to read them Look. Go and drive her away, erase her memory, and make her forget the past."]

The golden thread slipped from Hyacinth's fingertips.

He suddenly broke away from those repressed, angry and disgusting picture fragments, as if there was another fire burning in his heart.

Write a wasteful attempt?

The little siren's wings were broken, and the evaluation in return was "a useless attempt?"

She forgot the past, her name, and the wings she once had, but she still remembered wandering along the island in confusion, and the first name she remembered under the stimulation was also the name of her elder sister.

...a wasteful attempt to write?

Intertwined golden threads slid down his knees.

Hyacinthus slowly looked at the golden light that filled the room, but what caught his eyes was that all living beings are suffering, and the room is full of absurdity.