spartan ancestor

Not only did A-Ka not retreat, but he met his gaze and rubbed Jacintos' face a few more times.

Yacintos felt the tingling pain at the corner of his mouth, and had to look back: "Are you wiping blood, or scraping flesh?"

He touched his face dumbfounded, and couldn't help but said, "Now you don't hate contact with people anymore?" He raised his chin to signal A-Ka's hand, "You didn't wear gloves."

"..." A-Ka's hand paused in the air, his fingers clenched slightly, and his clean middle finger unconsciously rubbed against his blood-stained thumb.

The dark red blood stained his slender and strong fingers, which looked a little inexplicable... alluring.

But he quickly withdrew his hand: "Aren't you going back?"

"There is another place, I want to go." Yacintos was reminded of his original plan, "I should have gone with my laurels..."

He smiled a little: "Looking at the current chaos, I don't know when we have to wait for the crowning ceremony."

On the plain of Sparta, streams criss-crossed, Hyacinthus did not go in the direction of the Acropolis, but instead turned towards a certain deep forest.

No one lives here, but the weeds are trampled out of the path by mourners.

Hyacinthus walked all the way inward slowly, passing the large underground mausoleum opened for the royal family without squinting, and walking further in, the terrain gradually became higher.

Apollo finally couldn't hold back: "Where is this going?"

"To see my mother," Hyacinths said, picking some small flowers on the side of the road, seemingly casually. "She was very fond of hyacinths when she was alive."

Those hyacinths gathered into deep and light purple in Jacintos' hands, and the slender and thin flower branches swayed in the wind, looking beautiful and delicate.

But Apollo's face turned blue when he saw the flowers, because——

Yacintos: "I liked it so much that after giving birth to me, I was named after this flower."

Hyacinth, Yacintos, is the meaning of hyacinth flower.

"..." Apollo gritted his back molars vigorously, and stared at the bouquet with regret mixed with pain.

Yes, that's right, when he saw Hyacinthus for the first time in the dense forest, he felt that Hyacinthus was as delicate and beautiful as Hyacinth, but what happened?

Fraud, this is the most naked fraud!

He sketched the image of Hyacinthus' mother in his mind, which was probably a gentle woman who would cook for the family herself and would like the weak and beautiful hyacinth flowers.

He thought bitterly that the queen's romantic feelings really hurt him.If Yacintos had introduced himself not: "My name is Hyacinth" but "I am Cannibal Flower" or "I am Overlord Flower" when we first met in the dense forest, he might have raised some vigilance to some extent.

Aka ignored Jin Mao's self-pity and self-pity. He frowned and looked back at the entrance of the tomb left behind: "Why isn't she in the royal tomb? Isn't she the queen of Sparta?"

Hyacinths plucked the bouquet of hyacinths in his hand, with a calm expression: "She thinks 'people in the royal family are too stupid to disdain to be buried with waste'—her exact words."

Apollo: "..._(:з"∠)_"

The image of a gentle mother suddenly collapsed.

Excuse me, this is also a character.

Deep in the forest, there was the sound of dead branches snapping.

Hyacinthus didn't expect that there would be other people sweeping the tomb in such a remote place. Following the reputation, he saw a faded red shadow coming out from behind an old tree and met his gaze.

"..." Oss didn't seem to have expected to run into his younger brother here, and his slightly dejected shoulders subconsciously tightened, returning to his usual indestructible image.

"Brother." Yacintos kindly rescued the scene, and rescued the two from the possibility of staring at each other in silence. "Are you coming to visit the grave too?"

Oss nodded, and stared at Jacintos with those dark blue eyes similar to His Majesty Una, seeming to hide many complicated emotions that were difficult to understand: "I have already taken care of the queen's tombstone."

His voice was a little hoarse, and after saying this, he frowned quickly, and a trace of regret flashed in his eyes.

Hyacinthus: "I..."

Before he could finish speaking, Oss had already turned around neatly and strode away. The old faded red cloak fluttered behind him with Oss' vigorous pace.

Yacintos had no choice but to swallow back the thanks he was going to say, shrugged his shoulders, and led Aka and others to continue climbing.

It was not until climbing to the top of the hill that a neatly carved tombstone appeared on the edge of the cliff.A few lines of writing were obliquely engraved on the tombstone:

[Lutes

The resolute and wise eagle, the tomb of the Queen of Sparta]

There is already a bouquet of hyacinth flowers under the tombstone, which is neatly cut and tightly bound with thin threads. It can be seen that it is the handwriting of his brother Aussie.

Hyacinthus raised his hand to touch the clean tombstone, his expression softened, and he placed his hyacinth bouquet next to his brother's bouquet.

He looked at the tombstone, and didn't talk to his mother immediately, but suddenly said: "Do you know why you chose this place to erect the monument?"

He didn't really mean to let Aka and the others guess, and continued: "Before my mother passed away, she came to choose her own burial place. This is the highest hill in the cemetery. She said that she can stand here and look stupid nobles and royal families."

Hyacinthus looked down the hill.Not only are the well-groomed mausoleums of nobles, but in more remote places, there are also tombstones of Helotes or border residents, scattered here and there.

One of them, which was a little more regular, was recognized by him at a glance, and it belonged to his brother's mother's tomb.

Unlike Queen Lutes, she did not do it voluntarily, but was not allowed to be buried in the royal tomb because of her background, so she had to erect a tomb alone outside.Now, in front of that tomb, there is also a bouquet of fresh flowers, apparently just dropped by my brother.

Apollo looked at Hyacinthus's expression with trepidation: "Are you okay?"

On the way he and Aka came, he had already heard about the mercenaries. He was afraid that Jacintos would lose control of his emotions and his scalp would become numb at the thought of the possible consequences, so he always wanted to run along the way.

Apollo plucked up his courage and tried to interrupt: "Well, it's not surprising that you asked the wrong question. I heard rumors that the relationship between your brothers is not good, but your brother will also visit your mother's grave and send flowers. It seems that they are not so incompatible. ?”

Yacintos looked calm: "It wasn't that exaggerated at first, but it's just that I can't talk. Didn't I say it before? When my mother was alive, he often invited him home for dinner. He even brought friends back to give My mother saw it. It’s just that after my mother passed away, he never came back.”

His tone was very flat, but Apollo always felt that there were some unspoken words and some unexpressed emotions hidden under it.

Hyacinthus suppressed the memories that came to his heart deep, and was about to bow his head and pray in front of his mother's grave, when another red figure came slowly from a distance, holding a laurel crown in his hand into a hair crown.

"Father?" Jacintos raised his brows in surprise, stood up, and waited for His Majesty Una to come to the hill, "Elder Tiedarius said that you are interrogating prisoners in the chamber, why did you come here?"

"They still have something to talk about." His Majesty Una raised his hand, and the laurel crown dangled in the wind at his fingertips, "Old Tieleo will watch the scene, I think you will probably come to see Lutes, so put it Bring it."

A smile briefly bloomed on His Majesty Una's majestic face, temporarily softening the pressure in his eyes: "According to the results of the trial, this is your crown. When you were very young, you Promised Lutes to dedicate it to her."

As he spoke, he bent down and placed the laurel wreath in front of the grave of Queen Lutes, and said to Aka and Apollo behind him, "Give us a little space to be alone?"

Apollo straightened his waist instinctively.

Apollo has always been inexplicably in awe of His Majesty, whose behavior and majesty are similar to Hades, the king of the underworld.

"..." His Majesty Una frowned, and after the golden hair receded, he couldn't help but commented viciously, "Why hasn't this man learned to tame his limbs? I hope he wasn't the Heiroshi you mentioned earlier."

"...cough." Jacintos coughed dryly.

His Majesty Una just like this, he lowered his head and looked at the inscription: "The trial is just the beginning. No matter how noisy the meeting hall is, I will let the responsible person give them the affairs of my father's generation. An explanation. When this turmoil is over, are you ready to return to the meeting hall?"

Jacintos straightened his back slightly: "Yes."

"Then what about the black laborer you said you wanted to spend your whole life with?" His Majesty Una suddenly changed the subject, looking sharply at Jacintos.

Yacintos had foreseen this question: "We are not suitable for each other. He never needed my protection. It was my wishful thinking."

His Majesty Una still asked carefully: "You said that he doesn't need your protection, isn't this your wishful thinking?"

Hyacinthus: "No."

The father and son looked at each other for a moment before His Majesty Una withdrew his eyes: "I don't think you are very sad."

Compared with the always short and powerful voice before, this sentence is more like a mutter, with doubts that ordinary fathers would have, so the originally tense atmosphere eased.

His Majesty Una was silent for a while, and then said: "Will you resent me? After you told me that you wanted to spend your life with a black laborer, I asked you to redouble your training."

This question is very much like a clumsy old father, so Hyacinthus said to his father in a slow tone: "No, I—"

"Very good. I also think I'm right." His Majesty Una stood up neatly, as if the moment of softness just shown was all Yacintos' illusion.

Hyacinthus: "???"

Yacintos: "No, father, you..." He struggled to swallow back the question, and changed to a question that most people would answer well, "Aren't you going to talk to my mother before leaving?"

His Majesty Una: "No." He even gave Jacintos a very strange look, "I haven't even swept my father's grave."

Hyacinthus: "..."

What you said made me want to learn from you too, father!

He asked tactfully: "Then you are in such a hurry to leave, do you finally think of going back to the meeting hall?"

His Majesty Una continued to speak in his natural tone: "Of course not. Old Tiedale said, don't go back until I can't restrain myself from walking into the chamber without picking up the axe."

Hyacinthus: "..."

It's not easy for old Tiedale, he couldn't help but wiped his face: "Then where are you going now?"

His Majesty Una: "Go back and feed the pigs."

Hyacinthus: "..."

Hyacinthus: "Excuse me, what?"

His Majesty Una frowned: "The light-haired pig you sent? Did you forget?"

Hyacinthus: "..."

I haven't forgotten, but why? ?

His Majesty Una: "Thanks to its brothers and sisters for seriously injuring little Dass, otherwise how could this big fish be brought out so that my uncles can finally die and rest in peace?"

Jacintos couldn't help it: "Then the hero should be me too? The pig I tamed??"

"..." His Majesty Una stared deeply, "Didn't I keep feeding you to this age?"

Hyacinthus: "..."

Father, after you die, I want to visit your grave, but if we talk about family matters a little more, this matter will not be necessarily the case.