spartan ancestor

Hyacinthus subconsciously looked towards the river.

The shoulder-high reeds swayed in the wind, and the little girls passing through them had already left.

The setting sun is still hanging on the top of Mount Tigtus, and he will go home at this time. Jacintos can only deduce based on past experience that this group of seemingly innocent little kids is very likely to die. It was because he consciously got the breaking news that "His Royal Highness is having a tryst with someone again", and couldn't wait to rush home and spread the word.

Although it was a little inappropriate to be distracted at this time, Jacintos couldn't help further divergent thinking: If the person who is in the reed marsh today is an adult Spartan woman, she will definitely not be so impatient.

Like a soldier, she patiently lurks in the reeds, calmly watching Apollo's appearance, and then reluctantly being politely invited away by Hyacinthus at this time.

Hyacinthus was amused by his own imagination, so he curled the corner of his mouth, and a big golden head crashed into his sight.

Apollo reminded: "Yasin??"

He almost thought he had become air.

With a bit of dissatisfaction, Apollo raised his chin proudly: "Facing such a handsome face like mine, how can anyone be distracted?"

Hyacinths raised his eyebrows. Facing this foolish narcissism, he raised his hand and touched his face, repeating in exactly the same tone as Apollo: "'Such a beautiful face'?"

Apollo choked: "..."

He held his breath for a while, and based on what he knew about Hyacinthus, he decided to skip this topic that could lead to serious consequences—the focus was on a topic that he had no chance of winning: "There is no meaning of comparison—my dear, don't waste your precious time. "

He stretched out his hand impatiently again, closed his eyes, and slightly tilted his head to kiss Hyacinthus.

——and was pushed away by Hyacinthus with a hand that had just squeezed the mud.

In fact, speaking from the heart, as the sun god, Apollo has an extremely brilliant and handsome appearance.

The half-length blond hair was bound by a crown made of laurel, and the afterglow of the setting sun poured on Apollo's body, outlining the lines of his profile impeccably.

But at this time, Hyacinthus was not in the mood to admire the beauty. Seeing Apollo's face, Hyacinthus could only keep thinking about the discus thrown at him quickly, the clear sound of skull cracking, and the impact that hit his brain deeply. pain.

All this is too real, Jacintos' ears are still buzzing, and he has a splitting headache, but he is more pain-tolerant than ordinary people, so except for the second cold sweat in the summer, no one can see his pain. discomfort.

He sighed, feeling like a husband who couldn't pay the public food at a critical moment, and stared at Apollo with a little apology: "How about another day? I don't feel very comfortable and don't want to do it."

Hyacinthus spoke frankly, with Spartan candor.

But as soon as he finished speaking, he couldn't help but pause.

To be honest, before the dream, he never doubted Apollo's sincerity, and in the dream, Apollo did nothing wrong.

But even if he had only experienced stimulation, he might be sensitive and suspicious, Hyacinthus couldn't help but cast his probing eyes on Apollo's face.

He carefully captured the expressions on that handsome face: confusion, disappointment, unwillingness to believe...

Hyacinthus' heart sank gradually. Among so many emotions, he didn't see the one he wanted to see the most——

concern, or concern.

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Apollo even looked suspicious.

He looked at Hyacinthus for a moment, then leaned over cheekily, like a dog unwilling to lose its flesh and bones, stretching its paws to try to wipe the oil: "My dear, are you afraid? Don't worry, there is holy olive oil , you won't feel any pain—"

"..." Hyacinthus pushed Apollo away again expressionlessly, "No, as I said, it's because I'm uncomfortable. I—"

Apollo chimed in: "You look normal—"

Hyacinthus: "I'm sweating a lot, didn't you notice? Besides, why am I the one who is afraid of pain?"

"It's summer, anyone will bleed-ga?" Apollo stared at Hyacinthus like a choked rooster.

???

The doubts and inconceivableness in Apollo's eyes are almost concrete.

Hyacinthus was not as calculating as Apollo.He took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and endured the sudden magnified tinnitus.

For a few seconds, he almost asked, why didn't he care, even ask what happened to him?Why did he only seek physical pleasure after he expressed his refusal and pointed out his discomfort.

Is it because he doesn't know how to show weakness?But every Spartan has been taught from childhood that crying and acting weak is the worst behavior.

He wanted to clarify for himself, but the exhaustion after waking up from the dream, like a tide breaking through the barrier, came double at this moment, making these words drowned in silence.

The sharp tinnitus faded away slowly, and Jacintos said as calmly and briefly as possible: "I had a dream. I dreamed that after being with you, I was killed by the jealous God of West Wind."

He was going to say that after waking up, what the God of West Wind said and did was exactly the same as in the dream, and he also felt the same pain as the death in the dream. A nonchalant tone coaxed: "That's just a dream, dreams are all reversed. Compared to this—hey, do you really think you should be the one above?"

There was a smile in Apollo's tone, as if he had heard some absurd words that made him laugh.

"..." The follow-up words were swallowed back, and Yacintos' hand moved slightly.

The cold Kopis scimitar was unloaded from his waist and pressed against Apollo's hand trying to knock him down.

The cold fire from waking up was throbbing in his chest again, Hyacinthus repeated: "I don't want to do it."

He asked word for word: "And, why not?"

To be honest, he didn't care about up and down, but Apollo's tone made him unacceptable.

Even if the dream is not foreshadowed, Apollo's attitude alone is enough to show that in Apollo's heart, the status of Hyacinthus is no different from how Zefeng God views that lover.

The cold anger burned from his chest all the way to Jacintos' eyes, and he heard himself remind in a voice that seemed cold because of suppressed emotions: "Should you also respect my wishes?"

Apollo's voice sounded annoyed: "Let me remind you, I'm a god!"

"I don't like you because of your race." Hyacinthos said lightly, "Let me remind you, when you and I met, you always pretended to be a slave."

Jacintos suddenly felt a little ridiculous, he closed his eyes, not wanting to make the scene too ugly.

Perhaps, he himself has certain problems.Hyacinthus thought, he didn't know how to show weakness, and Apollo just didn't have enough thoughtfulness.

Yacintos said calmly: "We may not be suitable together."

"...Wha, what are you kidding!" Apollo's astonished expression gradually turned cold and angry, "It was you who first prayed to me in the temple and showed love to me. How many girls pray for the glory that can't come?!"

Hyacinthus just looked at him calmly.

"... that's enough!" Apollo was actually a little short of breath when he saw him, and he stopped drinking sternly.

Accompanied by anger, the fiery high temperature radiated to the surroundings, and the figure of the god gradually rose into the sky. Apollo warned: "I have indulged you enough! Do you still want to push further? The majesty of the sun god cannot be refused. Kneel down and beg for my forgiveness." , or do you want the city-state to be destroyed?"

Hyacinthus smiled, mockingly.

He always thought that in this relationship, he was the one who indulged the other party.

In recent years, he has tried his best to reduce his presence in the political power, just considering that if he takes the throne in the future, the Senate must not allow the king of Sparta not to marry a wife and have children, let alone tolerate the king and slaves together.

He even made a plan, how to abdicate smoothly and become an ordinary person, so that he can stay with Apollo.At most, after the age of 35, I have to endure being dragged to the square to be verbally humiliated by women once a year, which is painless.

The Kopis scimitar leaked a cold light from the scabbard, and the scabbard wrapped in the sharp edge fell into the mud.

Hyacinthus raised his hand and made a gesture of invitation forcefully.

No Spartan would be willing to accept that his life was begged by the Crown Prince on his knees.

In Sparta, it is better to die standing than to live on your knees.

Like a blood flower suddenly blooming in the wind, the cloak that usually hangs down unfolds, making a short and crisp sound in the air with a "snap".

The straight-edged short knife hanging from the waist on the other side was unsheathed, turned into a silver rainbow, and shot towards the god in the sky.

Apollo's eyes widened in disbelief, and then he was furious, and suddenly raised his hands, bursting out a blazing light from his fists——

Also at this moment.

Before the bursting sun fire burst out from Apollo's palm.

Hyacinthus suddenly felt a pain in his eyelids, something fell from the corner of his eyes and slid across his cheeks, with a slightly itchy warmth.

This feeling was so strange that he thought it was a small flying insect that accidentally bumped into his eyes. He didn't care about the discomfort, lowered his body, and stretched his slender legs tightly like a bowstring, and suddenly exerted force.

The Spartan red cloak fluttered in the air, and Hyacinthus, who was leaping high, was also approaching Apollo. Through the image reflected in the opponent's eyes, he saw the "little flying insect" clearly.

It was a tear.

Or, tear-shaped golden light.

Like a brilliant diamond, it crossed Hyacinthus's white cheeks, and hovered in the air at the moment of dripping.

The time seemed to be stretched infinitely, Yacintos was slowed down, and instinctively turned his gaze to the suspended golden light.

It stood still for a while, and suddenly burst out countless golden threads, swallowing Apollo's head and face, and then quickly retracted.

"Uh——" Apollo groaned as if he was on the verge of suffocation. A halo of indescribable color was pulled out from his chest by the golden thread. Apollo's eyes were lax, as if he had been taken away soul.

The halo struggled violently, desperately wanting to drill into Apollo's chest like crazy, Hyacinthos almost doubted whether this thing also had a mind, and was disgusted——

The golden thread was taut, dragging the thing inch by inch into Hyacinthus' chest.

"...!?!" Although he couldn't move, Yacintos still cursed in his heart, and at the same time tried to turn his eyes, trying to look at his chest.

what the hell? ?

The flow of time returned to normal without warning. The scimitar that Hyacinthus swung at Apollo's neck was diverted due to distraction. He only cut off half of Apollo's right side of his hair, and just reflexively adjusted his posture. Just fell back to the ground.

—And it was Apollo who fell before him.

Apollo never thought that he would fall, he cried out in pain after falling to the ground, and rolled in embarrassment due to inertia.

"Your Highness! Your Highness!" The lights of several torches quickly approached, and a small group of soldiers in light armor came quickly, and said vigilantly, "Why are you here? We saw the light in the distance—"

Hyacinthus was dazzled by the light of the torch, and suddenly realized that the sun had completely sunk into the horizon, and night had enveloped the plain of Sparta.

The leading captain keenly noticed the scimitar in Jacintos' hand and the dagger stuck in the tree, and his expression was solemn: "Have you been attacked?" He looked down at Apollo who got up and pouted, " Who—oh! You! I've heard of Heiroshi who has been meeting with His Highness all the time. Damn it! You should be honored to be favored by His Highness, how dare you assassinate the crown prince? You lowly person!"

Hyacinthus' thoughts were confused by the previous accident, and before he could stop it, the captain kicked Apollo a somersault: "You—" Hyacinthus had to withdraw his hand that was a step behind, "Stand back! "

Apollo was furious, and while struggling to get up, he raised his hand: "Accept the punishment of blasphemy—huh?"

He scratched in the air with his hands, but didn't even rub a spark out.

Apollo: "..." Again, "accept the punishment of blasphemy—"

"puff!"

"Madman." The captain frowned in disgust, kicked Apollo back to the ground again, and turned Apollo, who was covering his legs and groaning, with his foot, "——Who allows you to carry weapons? Who allows you? You touch the sacred instrument!"

Apollo didn't even react, and the lyre and bow and arrows on his back were taken away by well-trained soldiers: "Hey!" He looked up angrily, "Damn human!"

Even if he can't use the power of the godhead, he is still a strong man who can kill the giant python skin. Apollo's eyes almost burst into flames, he jumped up, and raised his fist to slam those who dared to offend him——

"Boom!"

"Oh--"

Apollo fell to the ground again dizzy.

"The brain is really sick..." The captain withdrew his fist, watched Apollo muttered strangely, and returned to seriousness, "I'm sorry, Your Highness, even though he is your lover, according to the law, Heiroshi assassinated the master, The crown prince in particular is an unforgivable crime and we must deal with him."

The soldiers in the rear had already taken off the leather whips around their waists.

According to the law, black laborers belong to the public property of the city-state, and the owner cannot buy or sell them, but they can be whipped and executed.

Apollo was still covering his head and humming, not guarding against a new round of pain blooming on his body: "Ah!!"

The pain woke him up, and panic took over the brain instead of anger.

Losing his divine power, even his physical strength, he is no different from an ordinary human being now, what should he do?

That tear, is it because of that tear?

The purpose of the soldiers waving the whips is to execute them on the spot, so of course they will not show mercy.So, when Yacintos barely recovered from the current shock.

"Oh! Help——" Apollo's follow-up voice turned into a long series of "uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu" Toth's eyes widened--with tears.

Hyacinthus: "..."

The soldiers also despise Apollo: "Weak Heilos, just whipped and burst into tears, making such a rude sound. When we were trained, we didn't even say a word!"

The soldier tensed the muscles in his arms.

On his skin that was not covered by armor, it was covered with criss-cross whip marks. Although the wounds had healed over time, there were still thick and long scars, which showed the severity of the whips.

This is the training that all Spartan men must receive, and it is the basic condition for obtaining civil rights.

Apollo squinted his eyes for a moment: "...Uh! Uh! Uh!!"

Apollo desperately pushed out the cloth ball: "I was wrong!" The desire to survive makes people wise. When Hyacinthus taught him the art of negotiation, he was not so active in turning his brain, and hurriedly rushed to the soldiers to block him again. before his mouth, "I—I surrender!"

After many years, the exam that I had dodged by cheating was actually made up under such circumstances. Apollo's tears flowed straight into his stomach: "I don't mean to threaten. If I die here, my sister will know, and the gods will know." The point is that I know I was wrong! I swear to Zeus, and the gods of Olympus bear witness, there will never be a second time!"

Hyacinthus: "..."

Apollo: "Whoa, I surrender..."

"..." Hyacinthus looked away, and when Apollo thought desperately that he was going to die, Hyacinthus said to the soldiers lightly, "He didn't assassinate me, I was going to teach him a lesson, you already I did it for you. Now, leave."

The soldiers visibly hesitated.

They had heard about the "love affair" of the crown prince in front of them, looked at each other, and felt that since the crown prince had given a reasonable explanation, there was no need to hold on to it, so they chose to obey the order, turned and left.

The clothes on Apollo's body were soaked in blood, and he was so sad and happy that he almost collapsed to the ground.

But thinking of Jacintos' protection just now, he suddenly regained a little strength, his heartbeat accelerated unconsciously, he sat up, raised his hand, raised his head with a little hope in his eyes, and wanted to go to Lajacintos Cape angle: "Ya——"

"According to the Spartan law," Hyacinthus retracted his gaze from staring at the soldiers' backs, and put away his scimitar, "and the ancient traditional consensus, the enemy who surrenders will be spared his life, but he will be deprived of his freedom from now on and become a Helotus .”

Apollo's expression froze for a moment, and he wanted to say something, but Yacintos took a step back and turned around.

The Spartan red cloak swept across Apollo's fingertips, bringing a cool touch.

Hyacinthus raised his hand and pulled out the dagger stuck in the tree, thinking about the hesitation of the soldiers just now, he sighed in his heart.

It can be seen how successful his marginalization efforts have been over the past few years. Spartan soldiers, known for their strict military orders, hesitated to carry out his orders.

He turned the dagger absently, thinking that since the original reasons no longer existed, it was time for him to return to the center of power.It's just that the previous romantic image was too successful, and it will take a lot of effort to reverse it.

"..." Apollo sat on the ground stupidly, looking down at his lost hand, suddenly feeling flustered as if he had lost something extremely important.

But the pain all over his body woke him up, and Apollo shed a few more tears from the pain, raised his sleeves and wiped his face indiscriminately, poking secretly at the back of Jacintos, got up as lightly as possible, and went Back off.

In Sparta, in addition to the temple of Apollo, there is also a temple of his sister Artemis.Apollo is going to sneak to his sister's temple, and asks her to come and pick him up quickly.

The foot moved only half an inch.

"Shh!"

The dagger that had just been drawn brushed the tip of Apollo's nose, and plunged deeply into the ground in front of him.

Hyacinthus turned around with a smile: "Where are you going?"

Apollo's legs softened, and he almost didn't sit back on the ground: "I, I, I... Go, go home..."

Hyacinthus looked at him with a smile, but said nothing.

"..." Apollo sat down slowly on the ground.

Shishi's legs are really weak, he should sit down before he falls.

Hyacinthus walked up to Apollo unhurriedly, bent over and drew out his dagger: "It's already here, don't rush away."

He paused, recalling what Apollo said before.

Combined with the current situation, Hyacinthus was amused and imitated Apollo's tone at the time: "Are you ready to become a real man? Apollo?"

Apollo: "??!!"

Apollo: "...Don't come here!!!"

The author has something to say: ###Note:

1. There are many foreshadowings [for example, the Hippocratic War and the Roman Empire are not at the same time in the official history, here is the foreshadowing], the line to uncover the foreshadowing will be longer.

If you find something strange when watching it, please suggest it. If it is a bug, I will fix it as soon as possible. If it is a foreshadowing, I will reply "foreshadowing"

2. The systems of Sparta and other places, customs and folk customs of different regions are all referenced by historical documents [I will list the reference books at the end], these are not my private nonsense!Before raising any doubts, you can check the relevant literature, or Baidu, really, some questions are like "Why did Qin II perish? What you wrote here is unreasonable!", which makes people very bald (cover face) ...think twice before asking...

3. Regarding which god will be unlucky first and which god will be unlucky last, except that the gods appearing in the copy will be in order, I can't reveal too much, because it involves the foreshadowing of the outline, but I can guarantee here that the gods mentioned will sooner or later one day