spartan ancestor

The afterglow of the setting sun leaned into the window, obviously still warm, but it shone coldly on the fingertips of Jacintos.

He stood still on the spot for a few seconds, still restrained his emotions, and raised his hand to stir up the golden thread.Just as he was about to continue untying the thread, there was an unplanned movement outside the door.

"Why didn't I just learn my lesson?" The girl's sobbing came with the sound of footsteps approaching.

Yacintos paused, took out the paralyzing incense ball with his backhand, stuck it on the bottom of the handmade table, swallowed the antidote, glanced around, and crouched behind the cupboard holding Jin Shuo temporarily.

The sobbing sound outside the house continued, and Jacintos listened attentively, and it was no surprise to hear the three little girls crying to each other full of grievances.

As he had suspected when he first landed on the island, fate was not merciful to those around him.The three goddesses of fate became ugly because of the "perfect story" arranged by fate. They dare not put a mirror in the castle, dare not look down at the water when bathing, and feel sick to touch their own skin.

Persephone sent the invitation letter at the right time, but on the way to the banquet, the three little girls were crying and called ugly by a child, and fled back to the island in embarrassment on the way.

"..." Among the three sisters, Croto, who had a stronger personality, was silent because of her sister's words.

"Where are we not doing well enough?" Atropos was a little hysterical, "Which point is not obedient? The only trust He has in us is that he doesn't bother to listen when we mention fate—too lazy to listen! Because He knows that we are his subordinate gods, and we will never be able to resist him!"

There was silence outside the house for a while, and Atropos gritted his teeth bitterly again: "Why? Why is this bastard thing the Supreme God? Is there nothing that can stop him?!"

"...Yes," Lachesis hesitated, "Isn't He very afraid of Chaos? It is the one who lives in seclusion in the abyss now, the origin of everything, Chaos, the God of Chaos. It is said that they were born at the same time. They are arranged in sequence, so if we really want to talk about the Supreme God, there are actually two of them. Although... when He was fighting with that one, we were not born yet, but when I was spinning, I used my golden shuttle to spy on Some pictures, He once tried to make up a fate for that one."

"?" Atropos' voice suddenly rose a little because of tension, "He succeeded?"

Lachesis: "Well... He has made it up many times, but only the first time it succeeded. And only the first half." She recalled, "I remember what He made up...'Chaos is invisible, no You should have knowledge'. According to the estimates I saw, the thread of fate he spun only had time to realize the part of 'chaos and formlessness', so it was cut off from it. Probably the person opposite him immediately sensed something was wrong... Anyway, no matter what he does later No matter how hard you try to continue, you can't spin half an inch of gold thread after that small piece of destiny thread."

Atropos sneered happily: "His daydream, 'shouldn't be conscious'? As soon as he came up, he wanted to wipe out the sanity of another supreme god, and he took too big steps without being afraid of getting hurt —Oh, he doesn't have that stuff either."

Lachesis sighed: "It would be great if everyone could feel the manipulation of fate like that lord, and if they didn't want to, fate would have nothing to do with him."

The three sisters scolded their boss all the way into the workshop.

Lachesis casually put down the fruit basket that was intended to be taken to the underworld, and glanced nonchalantly: "——Yes..."

She wanted to call someone, but as soon as she uttered half a syllable, a tingling sensation rushed down her spine to her limbs, and her strength was exhausted in an instant, her legs went limp uncontrollably, and she collapsed to the ground together with her sisters.

The location where Yacinthos was hiding was actually not hidden at all. When Croto rolled his eyelids upwards, he could see a strange man crouching and kneeling behind the cupboard holding Jin Shuo: "Who are you? What do you want?" What are you doing—”

She drank it sternly, and felt that she was asking a ridiculous question.

What can people who come to their island want to do?For his own damned, absurd fate, of course.It can't be that he harbors ill intentions towards some of these old women who are so ugly that they can stop their children from crying at night.

Crotor pursed his lips: "You want to change your own destiny? I advise you not to—what are you doing? Don't waste your efforts, golden shuttles cannot be destroyed. When fate created them, it has already given them Unique, and cannot be destroyed by anyone - except Himself."

"..." Yacintos didn't believe the words of the goddess of fate, he raised his hand and stabbed the exposed part of the golden shuttle several times with a golden arrow, without leaving any scratches.

According to the judgment rules of the golden arrow, the golden shuttle is a dead object, so naturally it cannot be said to be "seriously injured".

"Go away," Atropos slumped on the ground and persuaded, "Look at the sky, fate will come back soon, if you don't go, it will be too late! Don't think that your current fate is miserable enough, we can see it by the side of fate." Too much, no one's fate is so miserable under His hands, He can always think of new ways to torture people."

Lachesis also persuaded: "Chiron, you know, right? The omniscient and omnipotent sage is now tortured by him to the point where there is only a remnant soul left, so stupid that he can't even take care of himself. The torment of the Hydra venom on his body..."

Of course Hyacinthus knew, not only did he know, he was also carrying the Hydra venom of the same style as Chiron at this time.

He ignored the detailed persuasion of the three sisters, and only thought about the information provided by Croto that "the golden shuttle is unique and cannot be destroyed by anyone other than fate", and he decisively copied Lachesi. Si put down the fruit basket and violently poured out the fruit inside, but accidentally poured it out of a hill.

Hyacinthus glanced at the pile of fruits at his feet subtly. Without wasting any time, he turned around and threw the golden shuttle into the basket, and began to sweep the golden thread stored inside the cupboard into the fruit basket.

Is this worth it?The three sisters became anxious immediately, and Croto lost his composure: "Stop! What are you going to do? You want to change your own destiny, so I'll just find you the thread of your destiny!"

She exerted all her strength, and a golden thread as thin as a cow's hair came out of the fruit basket tremblingly, and floated in front of Hyacinthus: "Is that enough? Put down the fruit basket quickly! If you don't have a golden thread, he won't die!" You will definitely find out that you took away the golden shuttle and so many threads of fate, you can't even get out the door, do you know that?"

Atropos also screamed in alarm: "Don't! Fate has a very strict control over the Golden Shuttle. As soon as you take it out of the room, Fate will arrive immediately!"

The bastard was still alert, and Hyacinthus paused.

"Why are you taking the golden shuttle away?" Croto was forced to be so anxious for the first time, "I have already found out the thread of your fate, you can twist it up along the end of the thread, and you can get rid of your fate You can't save everyone! We can help you hide it before fate returns!"

Kroto blushed, and tried his best to manipulate the exceptionally sluggish divine power under the influence of the paralyzing incense ball, forcing Yacinthos' thread of fate into Yacinthos' hands.

【"—Where did I go? Ah, Apollo. The god of light, the proud son of heaven." Destiny reached out and flicked the sunlight leaking in through the window, "A smooth life will not be remembered by others. He must be in other places." It’s only fair to pay something, right? For example, love, how about it? I want every love of his to come to a vigorous end, and finally to end in a bleak way.”

He jumped down the window sill with great interest, and floated to the side of the Goddess of Fate: "Let me see what kind of candidate I can pick for him? Hmm... How about this Daphne? Because of Cupid's revenge arrow, the ordinary girl was chased by the Sun God." Love, in the end becomes laurel."

He raised his hand. If he didn't know the content, at first glance he really looked like a playwright who enjoyed talking about his masterpiece.

"Should we pick one out of the men? This time, let's have a nobler one. Come on, look for it. Is there any king with a boring and mediocre life?" Destiny urged, "That's the kind, smart. He is handsome, handsome, and resolute, and he can see his future at a glance—he will revitalize the city-state with a benevolent heart and a strong hand, and sow the seeds of peace to the world."

He clicked his lips: "Peace is the most boring interlude. I don't want such a king to take the throne and disturb my creation."

"My lord," Crotor said cautiously, "At present, no such king has been born yet."

"Then wait a bit." Fate waved his hand indifferently, "Although he is just a subsidiary story of Apollo, I don't want to relax the standard too much. Once he is born, let me know immediately, understand? This is an order."]

【"Huh?" Destiny leaned on a recliner made of flower vines, with a lazy tone, "What king?"

"It's...you ordered us to pay attention to you many years ago, the king who is suitable for Apollo." Lachesis did not dare to look up, "You asked us to tell you when he was born."

"Ah..." Destiny sighed in the sunshine, "I forgot about it."

He seemed a little lazy and didn't want to get up. After a while, he casually said: "Forget it, just make up something - let me think about it, what is the most common routine? By the way, love can make people blind. The wise monarch has become stupid. But as compensation, he will be recorded in the history books as Apollo's lover..."

As he spoke, he clicked his lips dryly and complained: "It's all Oedipus's fault. His stories are the masterpieces I am most satisfied with. Looking at these kings now, no matter how much they trample on their pride, it is like A little bit less energy, dull."

He barely braced himself up and sat up: "Let me think about it, and add a few more words to his story. Well, let's add another person to this love? For example... West Wind God? Just him. He will be with Apo At the same time, Luo fell in love with this handsome crown prince, but chose Apollo because of this ya...something, and became jealous, so angry that he killed the person he admired."

As he talked, he became a little interested: "The ending of this story is not bad. The future monarch who could have achieved a great cause died of love, ha! What could be more ironic than this, and it makes people feel deeply Regretful? Oh——I can make his death a little more absurd, such as letting Zefeng God lurk in the grass, watching the young couple laughing and competing on the grass, and secretly manipulating Zephyr to turn the discus and smash this Ya...what's the head! Ha! That's right, the story should end here. Lachesis, when that day comes, remember to call me to enjoy this comedy."]

【"My lord... You said more than 20 years ago that when the West Wind God was going to kill Hyacinthus, let me remind you to appreciate the masterpiece." Lachesis lowered his head and moved close to Destiny .

"Tsk. What masterpiece? Since Oedipus, what other works have I created that can be called a masterpiece?" Destiny waved his hand in disinterest like a melancholy playwright, "Forget it. I'm too lazy to read it." Is he dying today? Just put the thread of his fate in the cupboard after he dies."

He lamented to the window sill: "Why can a person only die once, and the soul only disappear once? Oedipus came to the island and found out that it was only my arrangement that he had worked so hard for several years to find the island. The reason is that I need him to fulfill your destiny, what a wonderful expression he had at that time! Ha! I really don’t want to take my eyes off him for a second, especially since he knows in his heart that the price of cursing you is to die and die, But I still have to go back to my own city-state according to my arrangement and kill myself, wandering all my life, just to wait for my soul to dissipate when death comes..."

His expression became sad again: "That is the only masterpiece that I have followed from birth to death, and there will be no more. Never again. It is nothing to frighten Spring God occasionally, and tease and tease the little sea monster ? It’s just a small fight.”]

Broken pictures flashed by one by one, and finally frozen in the regretful face of fate.

"Small, fight, small, trouble." Yacintos gritted his teeth, jumping out syllable by syllable.

He almost wanted to laugh.

He thought of the torment Persephone had endured for so long, of forgetting everything outside the island, but still remembering the little siren who never left.

Thinking of Hercules, thinking of Chiron, thinking of sending myself on the way when I came, saying that I was lucky, now it seems that it has become a kind of ridicule.

Why can he get to this step smoothly?Because from the beginning to the end, fate didn't pay attention to him at all, and didn't even bother to read back the absurd stories written for him.

He didn't know whether it was luck or misfortune. The story line that bound him was very short, and it ended when he died due to the discus of Zephyrus, but it gave him more freedom than Persephone, the little siren and others.

It turns out that what Croto has been repeating all the time, "He may not necessarily find out if you lack a golden thread" means this.

Of course he wouldn't find out that hundreds of years ago, from the day he died, his golden thread was thrown into the cupboard. Fate didn't even bother to look at him while he was alive, let alone after death.

"God, just listen to my advice!" Atropos blushed anxiously, squinting at the lowering sunset outside the window, "Look at your fate, isn't it miserable? If it's not, you won't It’s been so hard to find Ueshima. Don’t you want to change it? You still have a chance now, just scatter the thread of your fate and leave. If you have to show kindness and want to save others—you can’t! As soon as fate comes back and sees you, don’t you know that you have changed the thread of fate? When the time comes, He asks to re-spin the thread, and your work is not in vain!”

Persephone also wrote these words in a letter, "You can't save everyone".

Hyacinths lowered his eyes, loosened his tensed fingers, and while twisting the thread of fate from the end, he said: "First help me find the thread of fate for a few people, Persephone, the little siren, Heracle Si, Chiron, Minta..."

"You're crazy!" Atropos stomped his feet, "You know how difficult it is to twist the thread of fate, you can save four or five people at most—don't expect us to help you, although I want to help, but We can't go against fate to this extent."

Hyacinthus smiled and glanced at them: "If you really want to help me, just help me find the line. If you really don't make it in time, and you are bumped into by your lord, I will teach you how to say—tell him, I It’s here to change your own destiny.”

Atropos was almost stunned: "Then you, isn't your thread twisted in vain? No, let me put it this way, fate will definitely require us to re-spin your thread!"

But Crotor glanced at Hyacinthus, silently worked hard, picked out the gold threads that Hyacinthus wanted one by one, and whispered to the sisters by the way: "Stop talking and do things."

She understood Hyacinthus.

From beginning to end, Hyacinthus twisted his own destiny not for himself.

He wanted to be a cover for changing the fate of others.

If they acted fast enough, they might really be able to finish all the threads of fate for these people in time, and even save a few more.

Even if Destiny comes back and meets Yacintos who hasn't left yet, as long as they firmly insist that this little thief is here to change their own destiny, with the self-centered character of Destiny, they will never guess that someone would rather sacrifice themselves, in exchange for the freedom of others.

At that time, Destiny would only think of checking Hyacinthus' fate thread, and then found that just as Hyacinthus said, his destiny had been destroyed. Even if he lost his temper and punished him, it would only be aimed at Hyacinthus.

Hyacinthus also thinks the same way, but his mood may not be as tragic as Crotor thought, but rather relaxed.

When he was alive, he didn't have the chance to fight to the death like a Spartan man, but a hundred years after his death, he got the chance again.

It is absolutely impossible for him to run to the island with the golden arrow of Hercules on his back without any psychological burden as the three sisters said, relying on the help of Persephone, Mingta and others. road.

The Spartans said what they said and what they did.

Sparta had no deserters.

What's more... Seeing so much with his own eyes and hearing so much with his own ears, how could he calm down and let himself ignore it?

If it weren't for the need to act as a cover, Yacintos would not be bothered to waste time picking up his own golden thread. After all, according to the information conveyed in the broken picture, the bondage of fate to him ended hundreds of years ago when he died , Twisting the golden thread now, unless time is turned back and everything is done again, otherwise it is purely taking off pants and farting.

Persephone was first picked out by Crotor and handed over to Hyacinthus, followed by Chiron and the Siren.

"Hurry up, there are Hercules and Minta!" Atropos urged on the ground, wishing he could jump up to help, although she couldn't help if she jumped up, "If that dog comes back today If it’s later, you might be able to save a few more people.”

Twisting thread doesn't need brains, and Yacintos said amusedly: "Before you persuaded me to go quickly."

"It's different." Croto said calmly, "Since you're going to put your life on the line, you'll definitely be able to make a little more money."

Lachesis looked at Crotor in surprise, as if he didn't expect the other party to say such outrageous words.

The thread of fate is as hard to twist as Atropos said.

The main reason is that it bears a lot of unwillingness of the life owner, and the fragments of countless ordeals emerge one by one in front of Jacintos.

In order to prevent the threads of destiny from intermingling, Hyacinthus can only twist one thread with his left hand at a time.

Fortunately, his "story" is not too long, and the "climax" comes quickly and ends abruptly, but Persephone's is even more difficult, the only consolation - when Hyacinthus thought so in his heart, he sneered Tone——after Persephone turned Mingta into a mint grass under the control of fate, fate soon got tired of seeing the repetition year after year, and later put Persephone's fate thread on the shelf, the only What restrained Persephone's frequent accidents when fleeing, changed from Himself to a dull and dull one-sentence rule, leaving a loophole for Persephone to exploit.

Hyacinths thanked fate in his heart not very sincerely, otherwise if he had been following Persephone like Oedipus, he might not know what things are like now.

Hyacinthos finished twisting the thread of fate in his hands as quickly as possible, took over Chiron and the little siren, and the two memory fragments were interspersed with each other. For a while, Chiron was leaning against the bed, and Hercules coaxed He re-learned how to go to the toilet and how to eat, and had to do it all over again the next day. For a while, the little siren stubbornly prevented anyone from approaching around the island, but when the other party asked her what her name was and why she didn't live in a safer place Lu was puzzled.

Destiny will occasionally appear in the picture, such as knocking off the tableware in Chiron's hand because no one saw it, or pushing him down when he went to the toilet, watching Hercules hold back tears for Chiron with great interest. After straightening his clothes, Chiron looked back with inexpressible grievances and confusion.

Or floating next to the little siren, admiring the other party's wonderful singing voice, disgusted by the little siren who talks too much and sings little, and writes for her the fate that her voice can only recover when she sings, and her speech is noisy and unpleasant, so that the little siren will When I don’t sing, I shut up and don’t want to speak. When I want to speak, I think of my ugly voice, so I choose to sing.

Hyacinthos simply didn't know how there could be such a bastard in this world, saying that he was a bastard, maybe even a bastard would not like it.

Hyacinthos twirled forward inch by inch along the end of the thread, twirling away the fate of the little siren who could not speak, and twirling Chiron, who was deliberately added by fate to be tortured by the venom of the Hydra after being knocked down by Zeus. fate.Just about to continue pushing forward and backward, Atropos suddenly let out a short scream.

Atropos couldn't say the follow-up words, but Hyacinthus saw the sudden pale complexion of the three goddesses of fate and the huge shadow that shrouded the workshop, and immediately realized: it's bad.

The thing that said that the bastards insulted the bastards came back early.

An invisible shadow floated in the room. Hyacinthus wanted to touch the golden arrow with his hand. Looking at the shadow, he was not sure whether the golden arrow could hit the insubstantial form of Destiny. Seeing that he shot him with a golden arrow given by Hercules, it would be worse.

If it only involves himself, he is not afraid to take a gamble, but if it involves others, he has to think twice.

Destiny obviously didn't hear the inner prayer of Hyacinthus, and had no intention of turning into a human form at all. The low and soft voice was like an eel swimming in the water, cruising between the tables, chairs and counters of the workshop, causing people to have a physiological feeling. Feeling uncomfortable: "Put it down, put down the golden shuttle and the thread of fate in your hand. I allow you to leave safely."

Listen to your fart.Hyacinthus calmly held the fruit basket, took a step back, and glanced at the window sill beside him from the corner of his eyes.

It was impossible to let go. After reading those memory fragments, unless his conscience was eaten by a dog... well, fate, how could he let go.

He has never believed in the nonsense that if you hit the south wall, you will not turn back. Even if you hit the south wall, if necessary, he will bring a hammer to hit it several times.

As long as it is not the last second, he can still think of a way.

He took another step back, then propped himself up on the window sill with great fanfare, and jumped out of the workshop.

Thanks to the dog of fate... Well, the dog is not as good as a scumbag. After watching so many broken pictures, Yacintos is sure that the other party's first reaction when he sees him running away is not to be angry, but to be excited, like this He had seen a lot of people in the Senate during his lifetime, and his favorite thing to do was to play the role of a vicious cat to tease mice, although it was a little uncomfortable to compare himself to a mouse...but at least it gave him enough time to think.

Or...time for help.

Yacintos was holding the fruit basket, throwing away his long legs, covered by his robe, no ghost could see that his leg bones were still broken, and he was carrying the venom of the Hydra: "Can you remove the effect of concealing breath? "

He asked Jin Qiangwei this question.

Probably because of being nourished by blood for so many years, with a somewhat instinctive consciousness, the next second Jin Qiangwei swayed and extinguished the shimmering light.

Behind him, Destiny really didn't take action to restrain Jacintos immediately, but unhurriedly removed the effect of the medicine on the three goddesses of Fate, and patted them on the head like a dog to catch up. He seemed to hang behind Hyacinthus, keeping a not too close, not far, a very threatening distance: "Why do you want to run away? Huh? You know you can't run away from me..."

Hyacinthos is no bird, the fate of the bullshit is endless, just rush straight to the edge of the island, even if you run until you step into the shallow water, you still rush forward without hesitation.

Behind him, the three goddesses who had to obey orders were all about to scream, "Are you thinking that the golden shuttle will break if you soak it in water?" ?

Of course, Hyacinthus didn’t have this idea. He still remembered what the three goddesses said when they just came back, standing at the door of the workshop: “Isn’t he very afraid of chaos? It’s the one who lives in seclusion in the abyss now, everything Origin, Chaos, God of Chaos."

That's why I said that Hercules is not suitable for carrying out this operation, let alone a plan, that man is used to it, and he probably can't remember what he heard on his front foot.

Unlike Hyacinthus, intrigue and conspiracy, he is the most skillful at playing tricks from birth to death, and he is best at long-distance schemes during life and after death.

Hyacinthus ran forward, the venom of the hydra was burning the flesh and bones in the blood, but he turned his back to fate, and raised the corners of his lips slightly.

In the next second, a long crack appeared in the sea in front of him. Thanatos and Hypnos went out at the same time and personally led the army of the underworld to capture the escaped souls. Looking for - eh, no, what are you doing?!"

Yacintos strode past the bewildered brother Reaper with his long legs, and patted Hypnos on the shoulder: "Thanks."

Came on time, thank you for opening the door for me.

The author has something to say: Yacinthos: In recognition of the speed of police dispatch in the underworld, saving the souls of the dead in time