spartan ancestor

It was almost morning when Hyacinthus left the trial ground.

The sky behind Mount Parnon was pale, and according to the schedule, the second trial would start after the sun rose, which meant that there was not much time for him to rest.

This arrangement is actually very reasonable. After all, after entering the battlefield, no enemy will considerately wait for you to get enough sleep before attacking.Moreover, this is also a kind of preferential treatment for the powerful.

The sooner you end the first trial, the sooner you can rest and recharge your batteries for the second trial.

Hyacinthus didn't feel sleepy at all, he basically slept for the past two days, but: "——Aren't you going back?"

He looked at the two henchmen with a bit of disgust, and Aizhi was fine, why did Noam follow?

Noam put on an upright face: "I came out with you. If the nobles are going to take action on the trial, I will definitely be on the list. If you want to talk about the plan, you can't leave me alone."

"Hey. It's none of your business whether you're on the list or not?" Ai Zhi crossed her arms, and after leaving the life-and-death trial field, the shadow of the two people who had always been at odds reappeared, "Your Highness just saved you out of kindness." Let's take this opportunity to come here?"

Norm: "Oh, are you reasonable?"

Aizhi: "I swear allegiance."

Hyacinthus: "..."

If he had to choose who he wanted to go home with now, he would choose the light-haired pig.

Fortunately, the two still remembered the original intention of following Jacintos. After ridiculing each other, they brought the topic back to the second trial: "...according to the abilities of the players back then and whether there were any important battles, the trial will Change the format and adjust the selection criteria."

Noam glanced at Aizhi, and then got back to the topic: "But there are two more commonly used forms, one is to divide into two teams to fight, and the other is for everyone to compete for the tribute on the altar."

"To be honest, I hope it's the former." Ai Zhi sighed. "No matter how tricky you are in a one-on-one contest, it's easy to crack. It's different in a melee. Your Highness, what do you think?"

"Huh...huh?" Yacintos was forced to pull his thoughts back from stealing the pig, and met two pairs of eager eyes, "..."

If I don't answer, you are not going to let me go, right?Yacintos made eye contact with these two people for a while, then gave up and said, "From a rational point of view, it is more likely to be the latter."

No matter if it was one-on-one or a big melee, Darth would never have another chance to compete for the horse commander, so he was just a sacrificial child now.

The nobles don't care about his results in the second trial, they only care about whether they can pull down any one of Aizhi, Norm, and Hyacinthus, so as to make room for the noble forces .

The big melee is a great opportunity.

They bypassed the untended sand wattle forest and saw Yacinthos' courtyard from a distance.

The black laborers set up pots in the yard, and they were vigorously preparing supper for Yacinthos, and the smell of stewed meat wafted in the wind.A-Ka leaned against the fence, his eyes fell on the overgrown weeds, dazed in a daze.

But before Jacintos took a few steps closer, he raised his head quickly as if he felt something, his eyes fell on Jacintos, and then he stood up straight.

Aizhi and Norm were still focused on planning for the future. They stared at the pot of stew and muttered: "Think about it, when the trial is over, we have to choose a group to join. From now on, three meals a day will have to be in Eat it at public dinners, the best food there is nothing but black soup..."

This "black soup" can already be regarded as a "famous dish" of Sparta.

Once an envoy from a foreign country was honored to be entertained by the king of Sparta, and tasted this dark soup made of meat and pig blood. After returning to his city-state, he sighed to the others: "It's no wonder that the Spartans have such a strong will. This should also be a kind of training for war. The soldiers are trained not to be picky about food during the march."

"Tsk." Hyacinthus was also reminded of this, thinking that when he returned to the meeting hall, he would have to share a meal with the Senate group, he couldn't help smacking his lips, as if he had eaten something salty.

Aka had already strode up to Jacintos, stopping at a social distance: "Are your eyes okay?"

His eyes are very dark, and when he stares at people, it is easy to create the illusion that he is very focused.

Hyacinthus is not surprised by this, nor will he misunderstand it, after all, Akana's long social distance is placed there, which is enough to break all possibilities of fantasy.

He rubbed his stomach, mourning the stomach torture it will endure in the future: "It's not good. Is the soup ready? If you have time, come with me to the back mountain first."

He paused, and finally picked Apollo out of the corner of his mind: "Where is Apollo? Are you good?"

Noam looked away from the soup pot: "His Royal Highness also has a dog?" He was excited to find a like-minded person and wanted to share, and because of the previous experience in the trial field, he was a little uncertain, "Or a pig...?"

"..." A-Ka looked at him silently.

Jacintos almost couldn't hold back his laughter, he patted Noam who didn't know why, and motioned for the door.

Apollo was leaning on his lower back, and stepped out of the door with difficulty, with tears of grief and anger in his eyes. When he saw Hyacinthus, his emotions suddenly collapsed: "Ya—His Royal Highness!!" Putting on a vest, he choked up and said, "Akata spanked me! My mother never spanked my ass!"

He stared at A-Ka with resentful eyes, and moved his lips silently and quickly, either cursing or cursing.

Aka didn't even change his expression, he looked down at Yacintos: "He sneaked away twice."

"..." Apollo froze for a moment, lost all momentum, and muttered softly, "That can't..."

No one paid any attention to him, the black laborers had already swarmed up, helping Jacintos unload weapons, greet guests, only Aka remembered him, and carried him like a kitten and puppy, followed The crowd entered the house together, and then mercilessly locked him in a small black room.

During the process, the little girl Tana threw her hands on her hips and added insult to injury: "Spanking is cheap for you! In the whole of Sparta, how can there be any other place better than here? Your Highness will pay us wages! There is no cruel master here. I will enslave you to work day and night, whip you for no reason, and no one will suddenly break into your house and take you out to be slaughtered like a pig..."

These words were a compliment and compliment to Jacintos, but Jacintos listened with no joy on his face.

Originally, it shouldn't be like this.

Aizhi looked more relaxed than Jacintos. He washed his hands surrounded by black laborers, sat down at the simple dining table, and said with his cheeks: "Spartans are forbidden to engage in business, Your Highness." Is there any money left to pay them?"

Norm's face turned black inexplicably, as if he had been poked in a sore foot.

"There will always be," Hyacinthus took off the badge on his chest, played it absently in his hand, and rubbed the Λ symbolizing Sparta on it with his fingertips, "Even if in order to eliminate the wealth gap, the Spartans forbid business , Engaged in handicrafts, the coins also use iron coins that are only popular in Sparta, but if it is so equal, how can some people not even be able to afford complete armor, but some people can wear heavy armor as they like, and just say no? Burn the ones you don’t want to play with?”

Aristocrats are always nobles, holding the vast majority of wealth.They can provoke others to take away other people's fields and seize minerals. Even among the Spartans, they are not equal. There are many Spartans whose fields have been taken away and their families are struggling.

Jacintos said indifferently: "Frankly speaking, the ancestors of our Yagiade family have also collected wealth, up to my grandfather's generation."

"Suddenly someone—according to the words of the Senate, 'crazy' and 'overwhelmed'—proposed redistribution of the land."

"You have also seen the later results. My grandfather's generation only survived one male, and the rest either died in battle or were assassinated by 'spies' in their own homes."

His Majesty Una never believed this explanation. As a royal family, the vigilance of the family members is not low. How did the "spy" enter the door disguised as Helotes?

Compared with foreigners, His Majesty Una has always believed that it is more likely to be the great nobles within Sparta—or the hands of the Senate representing the interests of the great nobles. After all, the redistribution of land has seriously damaged the interests of the great nobles.

Norm's expression was a little blank, as if he didn't expect Jacintos to tell them such words so easily.

His eyes were at a loss for a moment, and there was an inexplicable sense of urgency that "someone told me a shocking secret, and I should at least say something in return." After fidgeting on the chair for a while, he opened his mouth : "My family's land was taken away by the Eurypontide family."

Aizhi looked at him with some surprise. After all, they had been training together for 20 years from the age of seven to 13, and Norm had never said such a thing except for the needle-to-head competition with him.

After a start, the rest is easy to say. Noam said in a muffled voice: "Without land, there will be no harvest. Spartans are not allowed to engage in commerce and handicrafts. My family is even poorer than some frontier families. Training, The armor and weapons used in the battlefield have to be paid for by myself, if it wasn’t for this ax given by His Highness, I might really be buried in the mouth of a pig.”

Therefore, his gratitude to Jacintos was sincere, and he chose to leave the team alone after making sure that all his companions passed the trial, and wanted to help Jacintos.

Including coming here cheekily at this moment, and also failing to repay the kindness before, wondering if I could be of some help in the second trial.

Noam looked so sad that he almost drank to drink away his worries. Unfortunately, the Spartans didn't drink, so they could only raise their heads and take a big sip of water.

Cold water entered his throat, his chest was stuffy for many years, and his words became even more endless. He didn't know where to start, so he naturally chose a lighter topic in his mind, and stopped for a while, so as to leave behind what he really wanted to say. Time to organize more language: "—The pig in the back mountain, will His Highness go with you to bring it back?"

Hyacinthus: "..."

How did you jump the topic from "my family is in trouble" to "why don't you steal pigs".

Are you drinking well water?How did you get the drunk effect?

However, Hyacinthus stood up slightly: "If you want to say that—"

Noam was sitting in danger, and asked seriously and sincerely: "Can someone else get it? Actually, I have thought about the land many times, and I want to talk to you."

Hyacinthus: "..."

It’s okay to talk, why do you have to be today, if it’s now, you really don’t want to go back to sleep and prepare for the second round of trials?

He can understand this kind of mood. When he stood in the conference hall and tried to discuss political opinions with people for the first time, he was also in such an impatient state of "I missed this time, so hurry up and say it all at once".

But understanding is understanding, Yacintos said: "To be honest, that pig has been hungry for a long time. When I hid it, it almost fainted. If I don't go, who can feed it?" ?”

Aizhi didn't seem to want to leave, so he suggested irresponsibly: "Send it to His Majesty Una's backyard? Anyway, it's not the first time, Your Majesty—or the guards who take care of His Majesty's backyard should have experience in dealing with it." ?”