spartan ancestor

The setting sun sinks in the west, and the silver moon rises in the east.

Before sending Hyacinthus and Chaos off, Rufus was still talking about his follow-up plan: "...to mobilize the army, and then—"

"Understood." Yacintos interrupted with a wave of his hand, and concluded concisely, "After the assassination is over, we have nothing to do."

Emperor Rufus frowned: "Why do you want to sum it up like this? It sounds like I'm crossing rivers and tearing down bridges. You know I didn't mean that, otherwise I wouldn't tell the follow-up plan-"

"I understand what you mean, but you don't understand what I mean." Yacintos sighed, "I'm not interested in your follow-up plan, as long as you know that the assassination is over, we have nothing to do. It means assassination When it's over, we can leave directly and enjoy our free time without any burden..."

Emperor Rufus: "..."

I owe you...￥#@#

You are not free enough? ? ?The only small garden on my farm has been shoveled and planted by you!

And all day long in front of him as if there was no one around... Rufus couldn't see that there was any burden for these two people even if he had four eyes.

He changed the topic with a dark face: "During the whole dinner, there will be servants to replenish the candles at any time. The whole restaurant is as bright as day. How are you going to solve the problem of candles?"

Jacintos shrugged: "You don't have to worry about that, I have a little idea."

It's just that maybe, well... doesn't quite fit the definition of "assassination".

Originally, he was prepared to think of another way, but after listening to Emperor Rufus' plan just now, he found that it doesn't really matter whether the process is dark or not, what matters is the result, so it's not a big problem.Um.Not a big problem.

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After dark, the Romans seldom stayed outside.

Night is the best cover for all atrocities. Even in the imperial capital, when walking through the streets and alleys late at night, there is a possibility of being murdered by gangsters.

So most dinner parties in Rome end before the sun sets completely, but Maria's father made a trick by inviting guests to spend the night directly in his domus and wait until the sun rose the next day before leaving, which would be perfect To avoid the tragedy of going home happily and dying inexplicably on the way.

This method has been successful for more than ten years before this, until tonight.

By a certain hedge in the open-air courtyard, the servant stopped and tidied up the rose petals floating in the ornamental pool so that they would form a beautiful star shape on the surface of the water, and then he lifted the oil lamp and walked back to the banquet hall.

Most of the guests there were already drunk, and no matter how honorable they were, they would always look ugly after being drunk.

Some of the more dissolute guests have already started an alternative "carnival", including the honored guest who was invited, His Majesty Rufus.

A few well-dressed waiters who obviously had a relatively high status among the servants came out from the entrance of the restaurant, and they complained for the master in a very low voice:

"God, I'm so glad that Miss Maria was not feeling well tonight and didn't attend the dinner. Otherwise, she would be so sad to see His Majesty Rufus hugging his new lover and making out in front of her!"

"That's right, look at the old master's expression—it's obvious that although the old master has always disagreed with the marriage between Miss Maria and that majesty, seeing that majesty so unscrupulously in front of him, right now His family betrayed his daughter, and his face was as black as the bottom of the kitchen pot."

"Hey, what do you think the old master is trying to do? The new lover is obviously not a fuel-efficient lamp at first glance. It is obviously a specially trained prostitute brought by another nobleman. Next, it is very likely that His Majesty will... We will unite with that noble family..."

After just a few words, they dispersed consciously—after all, slaves are absolutely in no position to talk about the great emperor. They dared to complain about these two sentences because the old master treated them more generously, and Miss Maria was more kind-hearted. Goodness, they couldn't help worrying about this trivial matter of the master's family.

In the hedge, Hyacinthus laughed silently, hooked Chaos' little finger dishonestly with his claws, and gestured: [It seems that this banquet is over, if Rufus comes to marry Maria again after returning to the throne, the old man The master probably won't stop him anymore. 】

After all, the behavior of the fake has awakened the old master. Even if he does not marry Maria, it is still a piece of cake for Emperor Rufus to strengthen the imperial power through marriage.

Those nobles who stopped him and persuaded him to consider balancing the imperial power were just superficially righteous, secretly wishing to send their daughters to the emperor to give him a pillow.In comparison, it is better to let go and let the lovers Maria and Rufus get married. Anyway, Maria knows the basics of character and will never confuse the emperor to do something that will harm the country and the people.

This kind of annoyance can be used to some extent, Yacintos put his hand on the straight-edged dagger at his waist, tilted his head slightly, and gave Chaos a signal look.

In the center of the banquet hall, the old master was looking at the man and woman who had rolled together in the most honored seat with a blue face.

On the reclining chair next to him, the great nobleman who had just introduced a new lover to the "Great Emperor" raised his wine glass at him, so drunk that the old fox couldn't hide his tail, showing a triumphant expression: "Old Hadrian, what a pity your daughter I just offended the Great Emperor some time ago... But to be fair, this is actually pretty good. After all, you don't want your daughter to marry the Great Emperor, and for the Great Emperor... Ha! Maria is indeed too old, She's not that good looking either."

For a moment, old Hadrian almost wanted to smash his dinner plate into the bastard's face, but the next moment.

"Bang!!"

A loud noise woke up several drowsy guests, and all the guests who were still awake turned their heads and stared in horror at the corridor at the entrance of the courtyard.

"Bang-"

The blasted bricks and tiles are still collapsing, raising thick smoke and dust.The guests watched dumbfounded as the door beam fell down, completely blocking the entire entrance and exit of the corridor.

"Fa... what happened?!" One of the guests yelled in panic, "Did the ground shake?!"

The guests yelled in panic, Hyacinthus stood up from the hedge, raised his hand unhurriedly, and locked the side door, the only escape route left for the guests after the corridor was blown down.

Thanks to the extremely high but useless vigilance of the rich in Rome, the old Hadrian's Domus Gade, like the traditional and classic Roman Domus, looks like a square box, which can basically be regarded as a pair Inner closed fortress.

The fortress is surrounded by high walls, and even the window openings are above the high walls, and they are very narrow.

Hyacinthos and Chaos certainly didn't take this high wall to heart, but the pampered nobles were different.

These high and solid walls could not prevent the assassins who came and went freely, but they prevented the guests present from wanting to escape.

They heard outside the side door, guarding soldiers hammering on the door, but they couldn't break through the side door of the old Hadrian's house that didn't cut corners at all, and could almost be used as a fortress checkpoint.

The guards shouted in confusion:

"Damn it, why did you build the door so strong in the first place?"

"Where's the ladder—where's the ladder? Oh hell, all the ladders are in the Domus - go to the barracks, borrow siege engines, borrow the ladder—"

The guests were extremely desperate and wanted to go to the military camp to borrow it?How far is that? Old Hadrian's Domus was built in the outskirts. At that time, the assassin would have killed seven or eight times!

Of course Jacintos was aware of this, so he didn't act in a hurry. He drew out his scimitar and walked towards the banquet hall, while scanning the people present, so as to make sure not to kill the target by mistake.

For the benefit and decency of the banquet, old Hadrian did not arrange guards in this area dedicated to banquets, and there were quite a few slaves.But seeing how they flinched in fear, as Rufus said, as long as they don't pretend to be slaves when they do it, these servants will not fight desperately.

This turned the nobles present into shells that were readily available, especially when Chaos moved into the banquet hall where the nobles gathered like a ghost. Amidst the heart-piercing screams of awakening from a dream, he raised his hand and pressed the short blade against Old Hadrian's neck: "Extinguish all the candles."

Frightened, no one realized what this sentence meant. Only when the servants extinguished most of the candles in a panic, and the entire banquet hall was dimly lit with ghosts, did anyone suddenly realize it.

Terrified, almost broken screams sounded from every corner that was plunged into darkness: "There are assassins! Don't put out the candles! Don't make it easy for them to assassinate!"

But the servants present belonged to old Hadrian, and they only cared about the well-being of the old master whose neck was pressed with a knife.What's more, didn't their old master not make a sound to stop them?According to their old master's temper, this is basically tantamount to acquiescence.

Chaos raised his head slightly in the darkness and glanced to the side.

For long-term residents of the abyss like him and Yacintos, the darkness is more familiar and easier to act.

Just like at this time, the nobles on the couch next to him were already crying and falling into a ball, but he could still find out the core target of the assassination at a glance, and clearly saw that the fake who replaced Rufus was coming. Weeping without image, fell off the recliner like shit, and pushed his lover towards him with both hands.

With one after another of screams, old Hadrian raised his lips and asked in a mosquito voice: "What you said is true? You are employed by Rufus, and Maria knows about it."

"Hmm." Chaos replied perfunctorily, his eyes fixed on the entrance of the banquet hall.

Hyacinthus was walking gracefully, approaching a group of guests dancing wildly in the darkness, and handed out the silver sword after spotting the target.

Killing was never an art to be admired, and Hyacinthus did not enjoy it.His expression is more inclined to focus when facing the battlefield, but it is precisely this state of ignoring personal emotions and concentrating that makes his actions more precise and full of unique rhythms.

Hyacinthos once shared his experience of receiving combat training in his previous life. According to him, his trainer was born in a noble family and was good at rhythm. When training his fighting skills, he would often incorporate the rhythm of the rhythm .According to the training officer, this is because Sparta often uses the Aros pipe to guide the attack when they go out, and learning to keep up with the rhythm of the rhythm will make them more adaptable to the Spartan army...

"But I always feel that it's all nonsense. Don't look at my trainer looking serious and cold, but... how should I put it, the occasional demeanor makes me feel like a born bad breed. He enjoys killing , and attacking with the rhythm of the rhythm will make his killing more enjoyable..."

Hyacinthus said so at the beginning, but it was probably because Hyacinthus thought that the idea revealed by this attack method was inconsistent with his morality, so Chaos rarely saw Hyacinthus show this in battle. A little bit, until today.

The assassin in the dark is like an elegant warbler, leaving as soon as he touches it.

The silver sword refracted the bright light, cut through the night and burned the afterimages in the eyes, unconsciously merged into a silver-white flower with extremely exquisite lines and obviously carefully designed to be in full bloom.

The bloody kiss heated up the cold dagger, and sprayed it on the nobles around the victim. There was nowhere to hide, and the fear of waiting to be killed made this banquet hall change from the previously sensual and promiscuous social venue to a sharp one. Screaming and crying intertwined.

Invisible fear accompanies death, spreading in the darkness.

The fake emperor still wanted to struggle to the death, shouting "Guard!" desperately, and blocked the crying female companion in front of him, and a beautiful arc of light flashed across his neck in the next second.

He fell.Still open confused, unconvinced eyes.

Hyacinthus put the knife back into its sheath, watching the last nail left by fate crashing to the ground, a certain burden in his heart that had been weighing on him finally disappeared completely.

Outside the side door, the sound of guards banging was still loud.

The screams and cries of the guests were mixed with curses, and some were so scared that they sobered up and fainted.It is conceivable that this night will leave deep marks in their hearts, and maybe every night in the future, they will wake up in a nightmare.

Everyone was in fear, fearing that they would be the next one. Only old Hadrian, who no longer had the knife on his throat, knew that the pair of assassins had quietly left.

In the barren fields in the outskirts, weeds grow.

The sycamores cast mottled shadows, and the wild lilies quietly revealed their fragrance.

Hyacinthos was pressed against the strong roots of the plane tree, the corners of his eyes were reddish: "I just finished solving the trouble, so I can't wait to restore my godhead?"

Chaos didn't answer, he lowered his eyes and sealed his lips with a kiss before the other party said more irritating words.

His warm fingertips brushed the end of Jacintos' eyes, and lingered lingeringly on the bright red that was picked out by the fly.

Jacintos bit the other's lower lip in protest, and after Chaos backed away slightly, he chased after Chaos and kissed him on the lips: "Did I ask you, When the governor was changed, I clearly reminded the people in the courtyard not to go out, why did you go to the fields?"

He obviously didn't intend to wait for Chaos' reply. He put his slender fingers against Chaos' Adam's apple, pressing restlessly, while asking himself and answering: "When I finished solving the West Wind God, I happened to see a group of little The fart boy is playing among the reeds. The little girl in that grade doesn’t understand anything, she only knows how to gossip like an adult, did they pass the courtyard when they went back, did you hear them, and they were secretly jealous again?”

Hyacinthus laughed, and kissed Chaos' tight lips again: "Then he was so angry that he broke the hoe, and planted it on the trainer without changing his face—"

Chaos couldn't listen anymore, he raised his hand to cover Jacintos' lips with a narrow smile, and the hand that was originally covering the back of Jacintos' neck went down all the way.

In fact, later, when the two of them summoned the god of death in Athens, Chaos did not regret it.

Most of the time, when he was not by Jacintos' side, he would stick out his consciousness and quietly follow Jacintos.But at that time he always loved to get into the same corner, that is, when Hyacinthus and Apollo traveled, he would not spy on them to death.

On the one hand, I feel that it is really too embarrassing to watch eagerly in this situation.On the other hand, it is true that I don't want to watch those pictures that are bound to make me uncomfortable.

As a result, he missed the statue that Jacintos made for him for the first time. After he knew this, he was depressed for a long time.

But... Chaos kissed Hyacinthus's slightly rolling Adam's apple, and heard the other party's muffled groan in his ear, and felt that those things that were always pressed in his heart and were always difficult to get over, in this kind of situation When it was brought up, it started to seem like no big deal.

Under the moonlight, the shadows of the trees dance.

Hyacinthus raised his head slightly, a thin layer of sweat dripped from his elongated neck, and raised his weak hands to wrap around Chaos' thin waist.

This person has a bad habit, the more he can't bear it, the more he has to keep his mouth shut, and he has to say something to show how tough his mouth is, and it's the same at certain special moments: "So there...there is a belt. After a trip to Sparta, I don’t know where it went.”

Chaos grabbed Hyacinthus' troubled hand and kissed his ring finger: "I didn't throw it away."

He even wanted to collect the ugly statue made by Hyacinthos, so how could he throw away that golden belt.

Chaos Nebula quietly protruded a corner from the void, spit out the golden belt engraved with the family crest, and landed in the grass beside Hyacinthus.

The various sachets filled with aromatic oils and ointments that were originally placed on it were taken off at a certain time, and then they were hung back on the white robe by the owner bit by bit. .

Probably because later, Hyacinthus' dreams became more frequent, and the number of pains increased accordingly. These untied, unsightly cysts quietly landed on Chaos' waist again.

Hyacinthus wanted to laugh, but also wanted to kiss the person in front of him. He tugged at the end of Chaos's hair indiscriminately, and pulled him down, and the rapid breathing of each other was entangled in the deep kiss.

After many years, the golden belt was tied around Chaos' waist again by someone's claws.

Hyacinthus smiled lowly during the kiss, and said in a half-true and half-fake tone of blame: "This golden belt can only be obtained by the servant most appreciated by the master. Do you think you are worthy of my trust in you? You see What are you doing now...you are doing something reckless."

"..." Chaos' Adam's apple rolled, and his movements suddenly became more forceful.

But a certain person seemed to be relying on his godhead not to be afraid of losing his life. After panting a few times, he raised his hand and pulled out a red cloak covered in gold: "You... tell yourself, and send the fate tattooed on the cloak to you. Give it to me, what kind of mentality is it? Hmm? Before... I only wore a red cloak a few times, and you still acted... dignified and inviolable, don't you feel very happy?"

The red cloak was pressed into beautiful folds, and soon soaked in sweat, Yacintos panted lowly, put his fingertips on Chaos' shoulders, and counted Chaos' crimes one by one: "committed to rebellion, sanctimonious... "

Chaos couldn't resist biting the tip of the ear of someone who was cheeky and blaming him.

Wearing only a red cloak was not what he asked for, it was obviously someone who either unintentionally or intentionally seduced.

Every time he endured it very hard, his nerves were tense, and he was afraid of revealing his secrets, but a certain person seemed to be ignorant, always teasing him, causing him to lose control several times.

"What? Look at your expression... It seems that you are still not convinced?" Yacintos pressed Chaos' hand, intertwining his fingers, "Then let's settle the old score, bathing and massage, did you propose it on your own initiative? ?”

"..."

Yacintos smiled lowly: "What's your name? You restrained, but not completely restrained? Is it wrong to say that you are sanctimonious? Huh?"

Chaos was indisputable, he could only seal someone's eloquent mouth with his lips, and use actual actions to take the crime of rebellion and sanctimonious.

He seemed to be quite sanctimonious, and made countless excuses for himself.

From the beginning of convincing myself that it was just a last resort, after all, I can't just watch other people bathe and massage Yaxin, and then I was "forced" because Yacintos chased him too closely, and I "can only" agree to a little skin-to-skin contact. Kiss, lingering.

It is said to be self-restraint, but it has been out of control.

Obviously, before he apologized and was forgiven, he should abide by the promise of his previous life, but his bottom line is too easy to break.

As soon as Yassin said it hurts, he couldn't help but retreat a little bit; Yassin wrapped the red cloak, and he couldn't help saying this as a slight tease.

He was even teased so much that he couldn't help it. He broke the pot and took the initiative to suggest that Yassin went to Hephaestus to refine the pomegranate, reminded Yassin about the existence of the golden thread of fate, and restored his memory when he wanted to restore his memory. Died early and passed birth early, and then silently regretted it after the reminder.

It's been like this many times, the time they messed around in the carriage to Mount Olympus, the time they had a good time in the valley of Haruka...

He always breaks the cans and falls, and after the fall, he worries about gains and losses.

The lily quietly shook off its fragrant petals, which were caught by Hyacinthus.

The other party raised his hand to cover this piece of bright and clean petals between his lips, panting close to him, and kissed the lily fragrance on his lips.

So those dull memories of the past that seemed to be lingering were all melted in the fragrant kiss of the wild lily.

Hyacinth pressed against Chaos' forehead, and felt Chaos snorted, and then kissed him on the corner of his eyes.

It seemed to be a habit, long ago, from their first kiss to this day.

But under the moonlight, Hyacinthus brushed away the juice of the wild lily, and suddenly realized the extra meaning.

He recalled many small details of the past, and remembered the first few kisses between himself and Chaos.Looking at these past events in the past, it seems that there is no special significance, but now when I turn around and look back, there are many things that make people feel slightly distressed under the details.

Hyacinthus paused for a moment, and put his arms around Chaos' neck: "Just do a good deed that day, I asked Rufus today, and I'll ask you again—do you have any wishes that you want to fulfill?"

Chaos embraced Hyacinthus's waist, pondered for a moment seriously, but in a serious tone made a bunch of requests that a brat would say: "Listen to you scolding Apollo, and you will never give up!" You are not allowed to wear the clothes that Spring God made for you..."

Kaus paused for a moment, opened his mouth, and finally said in a low voice: "Don't leave me behind."

Xia Chan sang in the grass.

Hyacinthus laughed and kissed the tip of the other's nose: "Don't leave. There are still many things waiting for us to do. Neliu's prosthetics have not been studied yet, and Arcadia's farmland has not been restored. Sister Croto We haven’t rented out the small shop we run... Maybe in another ten years or so, we can consider moving to the small island of the Kroto sisters, and when we’re in a good mood, we’ll go to the Temple of Delphi together. , the place I walked alone, I also want to go and see..."

Under the starry sky on a summer night, they cuddled up to each other, whispered slowly, and chatted about the future.

It seems that I suddenly discovered that there are many things to do in the future, and the time is still very long.

The cicadas sing long and endlessly.

Hyacinthus looked at Chaos and smiled, everything was just as he wished before he embarked on the journey thousands of years ago.

The years are quiet and the days are long.