spartan ancestor

Fishing is intended to catch small fish, unexpectedly caught something else.Even without reeling in, Jacintos had a hunch that this was going to be a big guy.

The officer quickly exchanged glances with him, and yelled at the serious face that didn't look like a donkey at first glance: "Speak quickly! We already knew about old Das, what else can you tell us?" unclear?"

The mercenary let out a mocking laugh: "You know what a fart."

His eyes only gave the officer a little attention for a short while, and then he immediately stuck back to Jacintos's face, his eyes were fascinated, and there was a hint of erratic chant in his tone, as if he was deliberately creating a certain atmosphere to make people feel uneasy: "If you knew, how could this peerless young crown prince stand in front of me so calmly?"

"?" Yacintos looked at him with great interest.

He couldn't help frowning. The mercenary's words made a drum beat somewhere in his heart. Although no specific thoughts emerged, it gave him a vaguely unpleasant premonition.

Yacintos glanced at the mercenary's expression, deliberately showing a trace of confusion and anxiety: "Is this still related to me?"

"Of course!" The mercenary opened his eyes excitedly, as if he had gained a sense of accomplishment from Jacinthos' expression. He tried to get close to Jacinthos, but was firmly suppressed by the soldiers. Fen stretched his neck impatiently, "My esteemed Highness, do you know? When the old King Yagiad proposed to re-divide the land, how crazy those nobles were - guess what, we started from the old Das What was the first business you received?"

"?!" Little Tiedalie had just turned back when he heard this sentence, and his steps stopped suddenly.

The soldiers behind the officer couldn't help but commotion for a moment.

Speaking of the old King Yagiadeh back then, the most famous thing was not the redistribution of the land, but the assassination after that.

There was no Spartan who was unaware of the assassination of the old King Archiad by Helaus.It is really Heluoshi's behavior that is too heinous.

They actually reached a consensus under the nose of their master, and attacked violently one night, stabbing to death all the male members of the Yagiade family who had been wiped out by the battle, only the grandfather Jacintos who led the army outside Get away with it.

It is also because of this that in the next few decades, Helotes' life is harder than ever before.If it is said that the Spartans once thought of various ways to suppress Helotes, it was to prevent problems before they happened. Since the assassination, this kind of suppression has been mixed with revenge.

After the mercenary's words came to this point, almost everyone realized something in their hearts. Little Tiedale seemed to have experienced a world-shaking experience in his mind, and he was horrified, and subconsciously cast his eyes on Yacintos.

The mercenary seemed to be expecting this kind of performance from them. He grinned triumphantly, not afraid to add fuel to the fire: "He hired us to kill all your great-grandfathers, Your Highness Hyacinthus," The mercenary's eyes were full of malice, as if he had drawn pleasure from the vacillation of the soldiers, "You should thank us. If we hadn't killed all the elders of the Yagiade family for you, how could your grandfather inherit The throne that should have belonged to the brothers? How did you become the pampered crown prince today?"

"...!" The Spartan soldiers suppressing the mercenaries were so shocked that their minds went blank, and one of them accidentally let go.

"Hey——" the mercenary, like a wild beast, suddenly exerted strength, took the opportunity to break free from his left arm, and stretched out his hand to grab Jacintos' face.

"—"

The straight-edged dagger half arm's length sank into flesh and blood.

The mercenary first showed a triumphant smile, and then noticed the sharp pain coming from an unexpected place. He lowered his head in doubt, and saw his empty left shoulder, and then he uttered a miserable scream: "——ah !!!”

He was so stimulated by the pain that he struggled crazily: "Kill me! Why didn't you kill me?!"

He stared into the eyes of Hyacinthus, wanting to see the turbulent waves from the intoxicating and heartbreaking Aegean Sea-hatred, anger, the unbelievable and frailty of being betrayed...anything is good .

But he was destined to be disappointed.

Yacintos' gaze didn't seem to be much more emotional than when he first caught him, but he gave him a smile: "Are you teaching me how to do things?"

Even the officer didn't expect Jacintos to be so calm. Just now he and the adjutant's eyes flickered, and they almost regarded the knife as being inserted into the mercenary's chest. Not irritated at all - or irritated, but still calm.

The difference between the two is hard to tell from Jacintos' expression, otherwise the mercenary wouldn't be so stimulated to swear wildly.

Hyacinthus just ignored those obscenities, and said lightly, "I should thank you. As a reward, I will ensure that you and your three remaining partners are reunited in the torture chamber."

"..." The mercenary was panting like a bellows on the verge of breaking, he gritted his teeth and squeezed his words, "You... how do you know that there are three more? Our... operation, even the employer doesn't know the details! ...Did someone leak the secret in advance after being caught?! Who! "

He opened his eyes hard, and saw his distorted reflection in the beautiful Aegean Sea.

Hate, anger, disbelief and vulnerability...

All the expressions he hoped to find in Hyacinthus's face appeared in his own eyes, and there was nothing missing.

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When the legion pretended to leave, they split into three groups, one of which stayed in ambush, and the other contacted another legion in Parnon Mountain, and captured two mercenaries who were lurking near the members of the Senate, Noam and others.

The remaining squad went straight out of the mountain and mobilized the army to block the trial area. The remaining mercenary seemed to have sensed the trouble and wanted to escape, but happened to run into the Spartan army closing the mountain.

When the two legions escorted the mercenaries out of Mount Parnon, the dawn had not yet fully arrived.

"..." Little Tiedale hung behind Jacintos like a little tail, murmuring a bit afraid to speak.

He wanted to say "you win the bet", but felt that it was a jerk to adjust the atmosphere by saying this, so he kept scratching his head.

Although Jacintos's mood was not very good, it was not so bad that he needed to be treated with such caution: "I don't even have any impression of my grandfather, let alone these great-grandfathers. It's just..."

There will inevitably be regret and anger.

Jacintos covered up these emotions, and raised his eyebrows at little Tidalius: "It won't be long, you just have a few badges, how are you going to meet your grandfather?"

Only then did little Tiedale remember his situation, shivered, and immediately puffed up his chest, and said forcefully: "I should...see you as you like! I think that something like this may happen this year. There will be no crowning ceremony in the trial."

This phishing originally started from Das's unwillingness to be paranoid, but accidentally led to a big old case.

It was related to the death of the old king, and the elders colluded with foreigners to assassinate the king. It is estimated that no one in the audience would be in the mood to care about the result of the trial.

Little Tiedalie's words became a prophecy.

When dawn came, the contestants returned from Mount Parnon full of doubts, registered their results at the trial ground with a confused face, and were perfunctorily driven away.

Little Tidalius walked behind Hyacinths step by step: "..."

Hyacinthus: "...you don't want me to block your grandfather's eyes, do you?"

Elder Tiedale was already striding forward with a blue face, grabbed his grandson, and when he glanced at Hyacinthus, his brows subconsciously frowned, and just about to reprimand him, he remembered what was stuck, and when he spoke again Yacintos was flattered by his calm tone: "His Majesty Una and His Majesty Kesang have gone to the meeting hall to interrogate the prisoners. He told you to go back directly."

Elder Tiedale turned his head and yelled at his grandson again: "You! You don't live up to your expectations, you return to the camp immediately, and you are not allowed to go out without my permission!"

Jacintos gave Tiedale a helpless look, turned around and left decisively.

When he stepped out of the field, he was in a trance for a moment, which always felt unreal.

Or was it all just a dream he had so far?Apollo has always been the silly and happy lover, waiting for his protection; from the beginning to the end, there is no Zephyr God, foretelling the dream, and being crushed to death by a discus is just another layer of dream wrapped in his absurd dream. He is still with Apollo. Falling in love, living a low-key but peaceful life...

Hyacinthus was thinking wildly, until he walked along the path and saw a familiar figure in the distance.

A-Ka was wearing a pure white robe, with a golden belt gleaming around his thin waist.He was standing on the side of the road, hardly in a daze, staring at something with his head down and frowning.

Hyacinthus squinted his eyes and realized that the scurrying golden hair was Apollo.

Apollo kicked around under A-Ka's hands: "Give it up, I swear I really just want to pick a bouquet of flowers for Yassin...His Highness!"

A-Ka didn't even bother to lift his eyelids, and shook his golden hair in his right hand.

"...哕!" Apollo was dumped to pieces, and he hung under A-Ka's hands with his limbs paralyzed, like a salted fish waiting to be dried.

"..." The corners of Jacintos's drooping lips ticked.

As if there was some kind of induction, Aka suddenly raised his head in his direction: "Your Highness."

Hyacinthus returned to his casual smile: "Yeah. The idea of ​​picking flowers is good—if Apo is telling the truth. You don't need to pick them here, come with me."

Apollo cast a sad look, then stared at him, and sat up on the dying bed: "Ya—His Highness Xin!! Who! Who is it?! Which filthy villain with no eyes, dared to hurt your face!" Face, ah!!! Face!!!"

When he lost his divine power, Apollo didn't bark so badly, like a dog whose tail was stepped on.

"..." A-Ka slowly closed his mouth, frowned and looked at Apollo, his eyes were inexplicably hostile.

Yacintos raised his hand and rubbed his cheek indifferently: "This? It's not my blood."

Apollo: "Ah? That won't work either! Which bastard who should go to hell did it, dare to stain your face with his dirty, ugly blood..."

Apollo was so heartbroken that his limbs twisted together.

"..." Hyacinthus looked down at the blood on his fingertips.

Dirty is fine, but how does this blood look ugly?Is there such a description?

He couldn't help laughing: "My face is not so precious..."

The next words stuck in his throat.

Aka stretched out his hand abruptly, and his callused fingertips brushed Yacintos' cheek with a bit of aggravated force.

Facing Jacintos's shocked eyes, Aka's face remained unchanged, his thick black eyelashes drooped, and his tone was as sincere as he said: "This blood is quite ugly."