spartan ancestor

Rome's business was extremely prosperous, and the place the informant prepared for Hyacinths was located on a commercial street full of perfume shops from beginning to end.

Under the long porch, the fragrant wind is intertwined, which is particularly intoxicating.

"This street is commonly known as 'Perfume Street', and it is considered to be the one with the best environment in the commercial street." The informant opened the curtain at the door of the store, welcomed Jacintos and Chaos into the door, and then put it down to block it. The outside world looked curiously on the sidelines, "It's not long since I bought this place."

After letting go of the disguise, the informant has the unique problem of all Spartan men, that is, no matter how light the topic is, he will lead to the same end by different routes, and turn to serious things: "Rome is actually not easy to bury nails. I have tried many times before. , all failed."

"It was about half a year ago, right? The entire ruling team in Rome suddenly changed, and the guards were greatly relaxed. At that time, a few of our companions were still a little bit guilty, thinking that the emperor of Rome was going to 'fish'? Or was established The achievements of the empire have dazzled my mind. Can't it be someone who has been replaced by an imposter?"

The result is that this "can't" step on the truth.

When the informant thought of this, he couldn't help shaking his head, feeling complicated.

However, the joys and sorrows of people are not the same.

When Chaos entered the shop, he was thinking about how to arrange the environment. The informant was still shaking his head, and the others all walked to the stairs leading to the second floor.

Yacintos coughed dryly: "Go upstairs and have a look."

He disguised, "Is the above a place for daily living? How is the view? Is it convenient to observe people passing by?"

The area of ​​this shop is actually not big, and the shelves have been emptied.

Behind the counter is the small staircase to the second floor, and even the handrails are wiped clean.

"Ah, yes. The above is the place to live. It has a good view, and the windows are not big, so it's very hidden." Without any doubt, the informant took Jacintos upstairs, "I have asked someone to replace the furniture, including The beds are all freshly washed, so you can use them with confidence.”

The informant rubbed his hands, and couldn't hold back his excitement: "How do you plan to use this store? Renovate it into a new perfume store? Or open something else?"

He obviously didn't want to drink too much. Although he covered it up with his words, he didn't cover it completely. He couldn't wait to say the next sentence: "I really didn't expect to meet you. Our informants who are floating outside basically I couldn’t go back to Sparta for the whole year. But your deeds can be sung across the ocean, and even troubadours here in Rome can sing.”

Probably really excited, this friend then spent quite a while blowing Jacintos's rainbow fart: "...poets have never eulogized a person so enthusiastically. They all say, it is you When the Olympic contest was threatened, he stood up and led all the people to turn the tide. Not only defeated the villains who wanted to destroy the peace, but also saved the innocents in Arcadia. The Temple of Olympia also made an exception for you, and set up A statue..."

This person probably has been wandering in a foreign country for a long time, and he usually doesn't even see a fellow from his hometown, but as soon as he came up, he met the beloved king.Coupled with the fact that Hyacinthus has been beautified by poets for a long time, it can be regarded as a perfect existence in the eyes of online people. When this kind of emotion poured out, it was out of control, and he actually sang hymns on the spot while talking.

It's pretty Spartan, to be honest.

Although Sparta is a militarized city-state, poetry has always been quite prosperous in Sparta.Whenever an important battle is about to start, before the army departs, there will always be spontaneous or shrine-organized girls to arrange songs and dances to cheer up the soldiers.Many poets also accompanied the army specifically, writing inspiring poems for the soldiers.

Though it may not have been imagined by foreigners outside of Sparta, the poetic flourishing here rivaled that of Athens, Greece's acknowledged cultural city.

However, if you sing out of tune, that's another matter.

In particular, a certain Supreme God has just overcome the biggest difficulty in the relationship, and now he wishes he could spend the whole day alone with Yacinthos from morning till night.The informant, who blows rainbow farts endlessly, suddenly becomes a bit of a nuisance.

"..." Chaos frowned in distaste in the song, which was full of emotion and lacked skill. He hugged Jacintos from behind with lowered eyes, and casually placed his chin on Jacintos's chest. Lazily turning his face to the side, he kissed Hyacinthus at the end of his eyes.

"He's so—ga?" The informant's singing was instantly choked back by the dog food that came without warning.

He probably didn't expect that the king could travel across the sea to Rome, and dog food could also be used.

The corners of Jacintos' eyes itched slightly, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help curling up, but his tone was quite righteous: "We're talking about business."

"..." Chaos frowned, is listening to singing a serious business?

The cold dog food was slapped on the face, and the informant suddenly woke up, and finally realized that he was here to pass on information, not to engage in amateur performances.

He coughed in embarrassment, his eyes went straight to the ceiling, and he quickly poured out the unfinished information like a bamboo tube: "I chose this store because the Roman emperor had an underground lover, and she often came to the nearby Virgin Mary Visiting the shrine. Every time she visits, she will come to this perfume street to hang out with her friends. Here is her portrait. Let me know when you decide to open a store, and I will send someone to start work immediately."

Before the portrait that was thrown on the table was settled, the informant turned around as if his butt was on fire, and strode out of the store, fearing that he would be seriously injured by dog ​​food again.

Hyacinthus turned his face amusedly, raised his hand and pinched Chaos' chin: "What's the matter with you? You can't think of anything serious."

Thinking back then, this person was serious and wouldn't let him touch him, but now he has let go of his burden and started to liberate himself?

"..." Chaos remained silent, raised his hand to grab Hyacinth's hand, took another step forward, and squeezed the people against the not-so-large window railing, followed by a kiss past.

The living room on the second floor is about the same size as the storefront downstairs, and it would be a bit crowded if you put tables, chairs, bed stools.

It seems that if you do something, if you turn around, you can rub your clothes together and meet each other.

This kind of narrowness seemed cramped at first, but now it became ambiguous, and the air mixed with the fragrant wind was sweet and slightly sticky.

"What about you, why are you still working hard?" Yacintos's voice was very soft, as light as a butterfly, but if the breath was more serious, it would fly away with trembling slender feet.

He touched Chaos' chin, but he couldn't help laughing after parting, his slender fingers slid down, retweeted instead of raised, and kissed back again.

The sun slanted to the west, and the dark fragrance floated.

They didn't separate until the chatter and laughter of the new influx of female guests came from the street.

They put their heads together and didn't go any further. After a while, they hooked each other's fingers and stood by the window looking at the porch downstairs.

The style of Rome is very different from that of Greece, and even the small market streets can reflect this difference.

Hyacinths leaned against Chaos, and the two of them stood by the window and looked down, at the smiling female customers with their skirts lifted, and at the colorful and extraordinarily decorated neighboring shops.

In fact, it is not such an amazing scenery, but Chaos is in a good mood, very good.

Because of the picture frozen in this small square window, he can finally enjoy it leisurely and slowly with Hyacinthus.

This opportunity is too rare.It is rare to find a faint smile on his always tense mouth.

In the last life, they never left the abyss together.After the time was reversed, Hyacinthus stayed in Sparta most of the time at the beginning. When he left Sparta to see the beautiful scenery that everyone praised, there was no one around him to share with him.

Later, when Yacinthus started to run around, the burden on Yacintos was too heavy, and things were always rushing one by one, and there was no time or mood to stop.

Therefore, when Hyacinthus climbed Mount Olympus for the first time, they stood in the temple of Hera and looked out the window. Even though they knew that Hyacinthus was not all about the scenery, he was still in a good mood.

He was too lazy to hide in front of Jacintos, so good that even though he felt Hera approaching, he still indulged himself and Jacintos to kiss together, but was caught straight.

Hyacinthus also thought of the mischief in the temple of Hera.Thinking of that time before the muddle-headed kiss, Chaos reflected the flower field with golden eyes.

He was suddenly a little touched, because after the end of the war, Tartarus talked with him for a while, and he talked about the issue of aesthetics at that time.

According to Tartarus, neither Chaos nor he actually has much to say about aesthetics.After all, one of them is Chaos, and the other is Abyss. Which grade can make people or whether flowers and plants look good?What attracts them is not the appearance, but the intangible quality of the thing itself, or the meaning assigned to it.

For example, these so-called "beautiful" scenes.

Chaos didn't really appreciate the beauty, but he once said that he wanted to return to the world to see these scenery.

So these scenes are endowed with meaning.

So it becomes "beautiful".

This kind of hindsight comprehension is inexplicably touching, Yacintos breathed twice, just thinking about saying something about it, when looking out of the window, Chaos suddenly froze for a moment, and tapped his chin He touched the top of Jacintos' head: "Look at the other side, is that the lover in the painting?"

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Chaos did not point to the wrong person. The noble lady in the portrait was following the new female customers who flooded into the street, and she probably had a prominent family background. Not only was she wearing a cumbersome and thick dress, but Decorated, still surrounded by female guests all the time, chatting attentively.

To Jacintos' surprise, this lover was not young, not even beautiful. Although he was smiling all the time, there was a deep sadness hidden in the brows of his eyes, and there were slight fine lines at the corners of his eyes. .

Chaos turned over the portrait: "Information says that the Roman emperor is 26 years old this year, and this nobleman is 36 years old." He paused, and then said, "I thought you human aristocratic women would attach great importance to maintenance, and the more prominent your family background The more you pay attention, but this one looks older than he actually is."

"That may be something hidden on his mind." Yacintos stared at the group of female guests for a while, then pushed Chaos down, "I feel like they are coming over."

In the entire Perfume Street, there is only one store with a curtain, showing that it has a new owner.

According to what the informant said, this group of aristocratic ladies often wandered around Perfume Street after visiting the Shrine of Our Lady, maybe they are staring at this place now, because they think there may be some new stores opening here, and they want to inquire about it out of curiosity .

Jacintos was right in his prediction. After he and Chaos went downstairs, the female customers walked out of the store in three steps in two steps, covering their mouths happily and discussing: "When will the boss change? If I I remember correctly, the previous tenant of this store seems to have been severely punished for selling low-quality spices. I hope the newly opened store can buy some high-grade good things."

Hyacinthus thought that he had to get acquainted with the target person before he could further inquire about the whereabouts of the missing real emperor, so he opened the curtain and said, "I'm sorry, this store will not sell perfume in the future."

It's all open, so I'm going to make money.Hyacinthus had scanned the competitors on the street on the way here, and felt that there was no way to make perfume, so it would be better to change to another one that would definitely make money.

As far as he knows, what stores will definitely make money in the future?

Hyacinthus leaned against the door, responding to the startled questions of the noble ladies: "Sell something for a newborn baby, and tonics that can help a mother who has just given birth to maintain her body. What? This is perfume Street? Tsk. I play with this store, and I can sell whatever I want, and I'm not afraid of losing money."

"Oh..." The noble ladies were obviously disappointed. After all, they were obviously not the target audience of this store, and they also didn't want such a baby product seller to appear in the perfume street they loved to shop.

But Yacintos is really good-looking, and even Chaos, who is looking over with a sullen face from behind, makes them quite moved, and the owner seems to be quite rich in what he said, so maybe which one it belongs to The young master came out to experience life, so the words of protest turned into a powerless oops.

Hyacinthus accepted it as soon as he saw it, and stopped talking to the ladies.He just casually glanced at the lady who was surrounded in the center without expressing any opinions, and unexpectedly discovered that there was a faint look of joy in this person's eyes.

The noble ladies didn't block the shop entrance for long, and soon left muttering.

Before walking out of the street, Jacintos also saw the noble lady turn her head quickly and take a deep look here.

Hyacinthus pondered for a moment, then turned back to the store, and closed the door curtain again: "Do you feel—"

A big sour vat of vinegar leaned over and pecked Hyacinthus on the lips, interrupting his words.

"..." Hyacinths couldn't help laughing, "Do you feel—"

He was kissed again.

Being interrupted twice in a row made it impossible to continue talking about serious matters. Jacintos raised his head and responded, while putting his arms around Chaos' thin waist: "What are you doing? You really look like that kind of guy now. Do you know the blue-faced misfortune who wants to confuse the king?"

The trouble receded slightly, barely giving the king a chance to speak freely: "What do you think?"

"I don't think it's right for that lady to wear a girdle around her waist." Hyacinthus kissed Chaos's straight nose in a foolish way, "Romans always regard fat as beauty, and plump belly is good-looking. Then It’s strange that this lady would wear a waistband specially to make her abdomen thinner, and I don’t know if it’s my illusion... Even with the waistband on, her abdomen is a bit fat compared to her limbs and cheeks.”

"I still wear so many in summer. Just now, after I mentioned that this store will sell items for babies in the future, she looked back several times. Could she be pregnant?"

This pregnancy has not yet been made public.

"According to her pregnancy, she was pregnant for less than a few months at most. But the informant said that as we all know, this lady only loves the Roman emperor, and our emperor disappeared half a year ago."

Yacintos kissed the corner of Chaos's lips again: "How did you say you got pregnant?"

Is this considered sleepy to send a pillow?Apparently, as the informant had expected, this lady was indeed in contact with the missing true emperor.And the connection is not shallow.

Chaos snorted softly, and was upset by Jacintos' kisses that deliberately avoided the point.

His strong and powerful arm muscles tensed slightly, so he hugged the man around his waist, leaned to his ear while going up the stairs, and whispered a few dirty words that were not at all Chaos along the lines of Hyacinthus.

Next, Yacintos is not clear about how the emperor of Rome got in touch with his lover, and whether there is a way to pry the information. It is certain that the furniture that these informants worked so hard to arrange tonight will probably suffer. .