spartan ancestor

When he first jumped into the abyss, Hyacinthus thought that he was going to the battlefield, and in the future he would have to be on guard every day and be careful at every step.

But in fact, most of the time he stayed in the abyss, except for the burden that he couldn't let go of on his shoulders, he lived more comfortably than any other time, it was like soaking in a honeypot.

There is a saying called boiling frogs in warm water. Jacintos thinks that this can be changed here, and changed to soak Jacintos in a honeypot.

When he came back to his senses, he had slowly reversed the lone wolf personality he had developed over hundreds of years, and became accustomed to the company of Chaos, even if he only felt a little bit uncomfortable, or even as long as he was alone. He thought, he could be thick-skinned and play tricks.

And Chaos has always responded to these temptations from Hyacinthus with a calm and indulgent attitude, giving Hyacinthus a sense of stability and reliability.

So a lone wolf that had been independent for centuries gradually softened and became intimate and clingy.

This is actually not easy to do, and it took Chaos hundreds of years.

So it's hard to describe how he occasionally saw Hyacinthus briefly sleep with his eyes closed in his lair after his research, and when he woke up, he lazily embraced the clouds, half-closed his eyes and drew a long tone to say something about staying in bed or telling him to How do you feel when you do this or that?

It's as if being filled with something light and fluffy in the chest, and my heart is crowded to the brim, and there is a bit of inexplicable dissatisfaction, which makes my heart itch slightly.

He is not very able to define the source of this complex emotion, even for Jacintos, it is difficult to make a conclusion about the relationship between them.

These tender, pampering, and quiet companionships were never experienced by Hyacinthus before, whether it was from his family or from Apollo.

At certain moments, he would feel slight palpitations because of this, but at certain moments, he would have a gentle and comfortable association, as if returning to a certain summer hundreds of years ago, he and his family sat in the under the stars.

Queen Lutes unceremoniously criticized His Majesty Una's decision-making as always, and Alan babbled about how fucking unpalatable the Spartan public canteen was, while he sat at the corner of the table smiling, seeing Sitting side by side, the unsmiling elder brother and Chaos who had turned into a human form frowned at the headache caused by Alan's nagging.

This kind of picture is too perfect, so perfect that it is not real, so perfect that Yacintos' heart feels sore, and the bridge of his nose is sore, it always makes him dazzle, and then he makes progress in the preparation work every time he goes back to time Sometimes, it is impossible to enjoy the joy of success wholeheartedly.

Go back to the past and say goodbye to Chaos who has been with me for many years.The direction he was heading towards was completely unfamiliar to Chaos.

As long as he thinks of this, he will be shaken like never before.

"Why? Heavy?" Chaos was a little confused by Jacintos' frown, and raised the tentacles he was massaging, "Probably not?"

He has been pressing it like this for hundreds of years, and he has long been familiar with it, and there is no possibility of missing it.

Yacintos adjusted his expression, and said in a relaxed tone: "No, I just thought that your massage skills are so proficient. If I open a massage room next to the Olympic Stadium, how much money can I make with so many tentacles in a day? But After thinking about it, I feel that charging the usual price is a bit of a disadvantage, so I can't raise the price... Hey, it hurts."

He grabbed the cloud on his shoulder and rubbed it, and finally let out a few good words: "I'm actually thinking... When I see these old scars in the future, I can't remember how painful it is, I just remember when you massaged me What about your comfort?"

Then wouldn't it be hard for him to make up for the regret about Sparta, and it would take the same amount of time to remember another regret?

Chaos didn't hear what Jacintos meant: "There's nothing to do. As long as you want, I'm always here."

In the darkness, Chaos' voice was very low and deep, but the tone was actually not strong.

He didn't seem to regard this as a promise, but more like an inner thought that was inadvertently brought out during the chat, maybe he didn't notice what a big deal it was.

Immediately afterwards, he withdrew his tentacles, and chatted naturally about the usual topic: "Tartaros said that the world seems to be experiencing a bumper harvest recently, and there are more tributes. What do you want?"

Hyacinthus waited a while before moving away.

He thought, just like what Chaos said just now, at least he had to take a step to try and test it out.

Even if you make up your mind to reverse time, it doesn't mean you have to separate from Chaos, right?This plan is actually very flexible. If Chaos is willing, they can solve their fate here first, and then go back in time together, maybe...

Maybe, he still has a chance to see those beautiful pictures.

He forced himself to maintain his rationality in this emotional impulse, such as reminding himself not to ask too bluntly, and not to tell the whole backup plan.

After all, his backup plan is his hole card, and the key to it being effective is to keep it secret, and it has no meaning to exist if it is put on the surface.

The gold wire and the gold shuttle are stored in a separate corner dedicated to research.

It was dark all around.

Hyacinthus moved his hand restlessly a few times, groping among the clouds for a while, and asked in a lazily elongated final tone in the usual tone when ordering Chaos: "Where's the wine? Didn't you say that you fall into the abyss?" The wine comes in, where is it hidden?"

Tartarus sent many tributes, but not one wine.After all, the way humans sacrifice wine is different from other foods. It either ends up in their own stomachs or sprinkled on the ground. It is said that this pot of wine was accidentally dropped by an alcoholic in the underworld from above the abyss, and only a small half of it is left pot.

This kind of description made it hard for Hyacinths not to think of Hercules, and he didn't know how Chiron was doing now, whether the other party's alcoholism had stopped or not after he spun off Chiron's golden thread that was heavily poisoned by the hydra.I hope that he can successfully eradicate the deep-rooted poison of fate, and he will be free from any burden whether he sees them or not.

Jacintos was thinking wildly, but he didn't stop talking: "Is this your first time drinking alcohol? Let me tell you, alcohol is a good thing. I hope that in the future... um, I hope I can drink it more often in the future."

There was something in his words, but Chaos' attention was all on opening the bottle, mixing water, and shaking the bottle for this slacker.

After finishing everything, I didn't see someone consciously ordering the wine cup. A certain supreme god, the nanny of the giant baby, paused, and delivered the wine to the mouth of a former crown prince who had closed his eyes and waited for service: " Tell Tartarus to be more careful next time."

"..." Jacintos slightly opened his eyes, his lips twitched, but he still restrained himself and didn't say a straightforward explanation.

He drank a few glasses, maybe it was because it had been a long time since the last time he drank, he felt a little drunk, and felt a little sad in his heart.

It's sad because you can't speak directly to Chaos, and it's sad because you have too many burdens on your body.

He didn't mean to complain about these burdens, but he suddenly felt a little sorry for Chaos, apologizing that he had to put the responsibility ahead of Chaos.

In fact, in retrospect, he can't say that Chaos is not important, but in his heart, there are too many things that rank in front of love.

Like Sparta, like promises to Persephone, Hercules, little sirens, etc.

He can't judge that this is wrong, but he can't say that it's correct, it's just that this is his character, which has been engraved in his bones, so let him put down these things and just have sex with Chaos?He can't do it.

But after all, he still couldn't switch states easily, regarded Chaos as someone who needed to be guarded against, and said those euphemistic tentative words, so after he opened his mouth, he changed to another topic: "You bring the gold thread, I want to go over the plan to remove the parasites from the gods."

"You have sorted it out many times," Chaos was a little unhappy, "I won't say that it's unnecessary to have me in these plans...but isn't it your rest time now?"

Hyacinthus leaned his forehead and ordered like an emperor: "Go and get it."

"..." Okay, Chaos resigned himself to running errands for a certain emperor.

Those golden threads were singled out by Hyacinthus early on and placed in the patched fruit basket.

There is a booklet hanging on the handle of the fruit basket, which records the plan of how to use the relationship between the gods to ingeniously check and balance that Hyacinthus has worked out during the research gap, ensuring that no matter which gods collide with each other at the same time, he can have Corresponding maneuvering strategy.

This book was very thin at first, and then gradually thickened as the number of plans increased, so that Chaos had a subtle feeling, half sighing that he did not blame fate, Hades would fall into the hands of Jacintos Here, the other half feel that these plans are doomed to be useless, which is somewhat regrettable.

More than a hundred years is enough time for Yacintos to weave dozens of emergency mechanisms for each god, and he also organizes the trajectories woven by fate for all gods into a book, so that he can decide what means to use to remove parasites, eradicate How to deal with the follow-up after that.

And every time he saw these recorded trajectories, Yacintos' heart, which had been softened in the honeypot, would become firm again.

[One of the twelve main gods of Olympus: Hephaestus, the god of fire

Because of his natural appearance, fate ridiculed him, and he didn't even make a move. It's really hard to see that such an ugly person exists in the world. We must give him a life full of drama.

For example, his biological mother was stunned by his ugliness and threw him off a cliff.

For example, if his wife is unfaithful, she will cuckold him in a fair manner.

For example, even the "lucky guy" who was blessed by him will be as lame as he is after receiving the "blessing".

But as compensation, he will have luck that ordinary people can't match.

He will be adopted after falling off a cliff, and every work he creates after that will be a powerful artifact.

When he becomes an adult, he will successfully avenge his mother and regain his position as one of the twelve main gods of Olympus.

Although his wife was unfaithful to him, she was the most beautiful woman in the world.

No heart-to-heart friends, no caring wife, no loving parents...

He will be lonely all his life, but he has luck. 】