spartan ancestor

It's really easy to make people unfilial by doing homework with His Majesty Una.In just a few sentences, Yacintos' attitude has changed from "why don't you stay" to "why don't you get out".

His Majesty Una had no intention of staying from the beginning to the end. After speaking, he turned and left with ease, ignoring the gloomy eyes his son cast on him.

Hyacinthus squatted down speechlessly, fiddled with the laurels on the grave and complained: "The crown I won, he put it on."

It is not shameful to pick it up and replay it again now. Yacintos withdrew his hand helplessly, his expression gradually calmed down, and stared at his mother's tombstone: "I'm sorry, my performance a few years ago may have disappointed you, mother. Fortunately, this The laurels came in time, and I kept my promise to you..."

He still remembers what his mother said to him before she died: Either lead Sparta to glory, or die on the battlefield.

"Almost... I almost lost face to see you, mother." Jacintos murmured, "No matter what the reason is, I got a chance to start again, I swear to you, when we meet in Hades When you meet, I will be your glory."

He lowered his head and touched the tombstone lightly. After parting, he paused for a moment, and pressed his forehead back to the tombstone for a long time.

He was a little scared, if there was no foreshadowing dream, how would he meet his mother after crossing the River Styx?What face does he have to set foot in Elysee Paradise to meet his mother?

"Are... are you okay?" Apollo saw this scene as soon as he approached, and suddenly became more flustered. His hand frantically swiped and pulled, retracted cautiously, and began to circle nervously around Hyacinthus, "That , the dead are gone, let’s look forward... you don’t want to cry, do you?? Spartan men don’t cry easily, right?”

"..." Hyacinthos rested his forehead on the tombstone, and squinted at the circling golden hair. Many emotions that had arisen in his heart turned into laughter while laughing. He sat up straight and looked at Apollo meaningfully for a while, " Do you really want to comfort me?"

Apollo stopped and turned cautiously: "Is...?"

Hyacinthos stood up slowly: "Oh..." He showed a trademark smile at Apollo, "Then there is really something you can help with."

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After dark.

Hyacinthus supported the cart beside him, stood on the side of the deserted path and said to Akka and Apollo: "Repeat our plan. After I use divine power to make you invisible, the three of us will enter the Temple of Apollo together. At that time, I will use the method taught by Awa's "enthusiasm" to melt the idols into weapons and armor with divine power, put them in a cart, and the three of us will transport them out together."

He paused, turned his face specially, and asked kindly: "Are you okay, Apo?"

The "enthusiastic" Apollo held back his tears: "...um!"

"Oh?" Hyacinthos drawled lazily, "You look very happy, don't you?"

"...No! How come, these are tears of excitement," Apollo cried bitterly, "As long as you are happy, you can say anything, and I like to see you smile."

Adjust, I want to adjust my mentality.Apollo self-hypnotized, it is very cost-effective to exchange a statue of Apollo for healthy limbs, and the statues cast by the Spartans are not even solid, that kind of statues are dispensable!

He kept chanting silently in his heart, followed Hyacinthus stiffly like a puppet, and watched the robber fool his priests for the second time, and melted the brass Apollo statue into Weapons and armor, couldn't help but said: "Okay! It's almost there?"

Jacinto rested his chin and looked at the small bronze statues contributed by the believers around the temple: "Wait, mosquitoes have small legs and they are meat."

Apollo: "???"

Those bronze statues were sacrifices offered by believers. The small ones might be as big as a palm, but the big ones were almost as tall as A-Ka. Before Apollo even had time to stop him, A-Ka had already pushed Kong When the car is pushed up, it will be the most vivid performance of being a tiger's minion.

The priests who were kicked out were still waiting anxiously outside the temple. The high priest plucked up his courage and asked tremblingly: "Great Apollo! Please... Excuse me, are you dissatisfied with the current statue? It is because it is not Not sincere?"

Hyacinthus melted the big bronze statue into a dagger, and sent a leaf outside the hall.

The priests hurriedly scrambled to see: "'Only pure white marble is qualified to bear the majesty of Apollo'?"

Apollo Benro almost spit out a mouthful of blood, but after looking at each other, the priests outside the temple unanimously agreed:

"That's right! Gods can't be measured by money. Using brass statues to make gods taint the worldly flavor!"

"That's right, why has no one thought about it before? Obviously, pure white marble is more suitable for sculpture of gods."

"This is very simple. We should find a craftsman to do it immediately, and tell all the believers who come to this oracle."

Apollo: "..."

don't! !

He couldn't bear it anymore and suddenly covered his chest, holding back a mouthful of old blood, and looked at Jacintos: "You...is it okay now?"

After melting the last statue, Hyacinthus finally nodded: "Yes, there are almost enough to equip an army of about a hundred people. Now we just need to transport them out."

This is a big project, and I don't know how many times it will go back and forth, unless a certain god "enthusiastically" tells him a new trick to use divine power... Hyacinthus turned his suggestive eyes to Apollo.

Apollo: "..."

I have lost the strength to smile.

He stood on the spot and breathed suddenly with grief and anger, his chest was heaving rapidly, and he was still suppressing his emotions. Over there, Hyacinthus had turned his eyes away, circled the brass altar in the atrium a few times, reached out and knocked, if there was Thoughtful eyes turned to the entire Temple of Apollo.

In fact, if you count carefully, in addition to the statues, there are many decorations made of brass or black iron... In addition, there are also some priceless jewelry, because the Spartans do not pay attention to decorating themselves. So it was consecrated to the temple.

But if these jewels are sold in a way, wouldn't they be exchanged for more weapons and armor?And it was carefully crafted by a fine craftsman, which is better than his whole melting.

Hyacinthus' hands moved.

Also expect Hyacinthus to voluntarily refrain, or at least coax his Apollo: "???—I teach! I teach!"

God, don't hesitate, hesitation will be ransacked.

So, when the gate of the temple was reopened to the priests, the priests faced the almost empty hall.

They opened their mouths in aphasia, staring at the empty temple, the god had already left, they could only try to interpret it by themselves:

"Perhaps... the noble Apollo is also dissatisfied with these flashy decorations?"

"Oh, make a note, these are replaced by marble."

"Maybe don't prepare too many decorations? I think maybe the gods will think that the empty hall is more holy."

When they were whispering, the noble Apollo was sitting on the window sill and was about to turn out. Hearing this, he was so angry that his tears almost burst into tears.He tugged at the vines by the window: Where's Hades?Why isn't Hades here yet? ?Garbage Cupid! !

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With the help of divine power, transporting equipment becomes very easy.Yacintos chose a dry cave on Mount Parnon and temporarily stored the equipment in it.

These things are not like medicinal herbs, they can be sent out at will, and they have to find a good time to distribute them to those in need, or in case of emergency.

Hyacinthus returned to the courtyard and took a sloppy bath before falling on the bed. It was rare that he didn't have an annoying nightmare that night, and when he was lightly shaken awake the next day, he was still a little sleepy: "Um...huh? "

Aka had already stepped back and stood up, with the washed and dried red cloak on his arm, and said in a low voice: "His Majesty Una asked you to go to the chamber immediately, the interrogation is over."

"Hmm...it's over?" Jacintos sat up abruptly, his drowsiness dissipated completely, "When? It's not that there's more to talk about, I haven't slept for three days, have I?"

"No, Your Highness." His Majesty Una's guard stood outside the door, as if he couldn't suppress his emotions, his face and neck were flushed, and his eyes were black and bright. "Yesterday, His Majesty Una walked into the meeting hall holding an axe. After dragging everyone to interrogate the mercenaries at night, after the guards found the relevant letters from the old Das's home, the old Dass family had been completely convicted of treason. The witnesses and physical evidence were all available. At dawn, the citizens' assembly and the elders The court has already made a decision to sentence the people involved in their family to death, and the execution will be carried out today."

Hyacinthus hurriedly rolled over from the bed and put on the red cloak that Aka handed over: "But, old Das... Forget it."

He didn't want to go into those messy reasons any more. It was just that the nobles wanted to protect their own rights and colluded with foreign mercenaries for so many years, but it was ruined by little Darth's paranoia.

Most of the old Dass didn't know that his son let the mercenaries help him cheat secretly, and he really didn't know how the father and son would meet on the execution ground.

He walked out of the courtyard quickly, turned over and rode on the horse led by the guards, and galloped all the way to the Acropolis. As soon as he approached the meeting hall, he heard the loud shouts of the citizens' assembly:

"traitor!"

"They are not worthy of the red cloak on the back!"

Someone in the crowd murmured softly: "The moth in the senate...First it was Queen Lutes back then, and now the old king is exposed..."

"Shh, isn't the queen's matter always inconclusive?"

"..." Hyacinthus paused when he turned over and dismounted, then stepped firmly on the ground, took a step, and passed through the crowd through the path opened for him by the guards.

A simple torture platform was set up in front of the meeting hall, and a row of people were pushed onto the platform, including those mercenaries. The old Das stood at the top, and the young Das was also dragged up like a sack and thrown on the ground .

Bigger curses, spittle, and rotten vegetable leaves hit Little Dass:

"Hire Gentiles to cheat in trials?"

"Pfft! You're not fit to be a Spartan!"

"You disgraced Sparta!"

Old Das's face was ashen, and he could no longer see the spirit he had when he severely punished Jacintos and made things difficult for His Majesty Una.The group of people on the platform had their red cloaks taken off by the executioner, and they were piled up in front of the platform.

The executioner lit the torch in the brazier, held it high in front of the crowd, and spun around before throwing it at the pile of red cloaks.

The people in the audience waved their fists and shouted in applause to suppress the painful roar of the people on the stage. Old Das opened his mouth and stared at the ignited red cloak, as if his soul was burned out along with the red cloak.

He sat on the ground haggardly, until his eyes were occupied by His Majesty Una's face, and he realized that there were more people beside him: "...Your movements are so fast..."

He knelt and sat dumbly, all the thousands of thoughts surging in his heart were all turned into dust along with the pile of red cloaks, and were blown away by the wind.

How did things suddenly develop to this point?Obviously, for decades, they have been doing it very safely and secretly, just because the useless son was stupid for a while, all the plans were gone?exposed?Wasted?

He still couldn't believe it, and changing a few words was not enough to express the emotions in his heart.The scene of being subdued by the guards in front of all the Spartan people yesterday is still vivid in his memory. He thought unrealistically, if I escaped in time...

No.Spartans never "run away".

He stared at the pile of dust with only sporadic sparks left, and burst into tears for a while.

When I was young, the scene of receiving the laurels and wearing a red cloak under the cheers of the Spartan people resurfaced in front of my eyes after decades.

Since when did that honor be blinded by greed and profit?

When did he start to shame the Spartan red glory on his shoulders?

Yacintos was brought onto the stage by His Majesty Una, and he frowned slightly because of the deafening shouts from the audience, and turned his eyes to the old Das who was staring at the ashes.

His Majesty Una seemed very calm: "It's not that I moved fast, it's that I've been waiting for this day for too long. I should thank your son. If it wasn't for him, I might have to search for the truth for a long time."

He moved a few inches closer, then lowered his voice and said, "It's also the hands behind you who are pushing fast, and can't wait to send you out as a shield. It doesn't matter if you don't want to identify, then you just take a step first and roll down to the underworld to see Kaka!" Rong. The future will be long, I assure you, I will send the others down one by one to reunite with you."

As the descendants of the survivors of the Yagiade family, and in order to respond to the voice of the masses, His Majesty Una and Hyacinthus personally carried out the execution of the mastermind.

The heavy ax and the Spartan spear were raised, and they were slashed down, cutting off the head of the weary prisoner, piercing the air, and stabbing the throat of the struggling prisoner who wanted to speak harshly.

The executioners seized the remaining victims and bestowed upon them their deaths amidst the growing roar of the crowd.

His Majesty Una was too lazy to watch these people's dying struggles, he turned and stepped off the stage while wiping his axe, and said to Yacintos in a flat tone: "To be able to convict so quickly, there are old Darth's accomplices in the chamber. This is just the beginning."

Hyacinthus just frowned: "Yes."

From the day he decided to return to the center of power, he was ready.Given the difficulty of the things he wants to do, it's not bad to drop such a weight.

His Majesty Una suddenly asked again: "Would you like to sit in my courtyard at night?"

"...?" Yacintos was flattered, but based on His Majesty Una's past behaviors, he asked cautiously, "Eat?"

His Majesty Una was expressionless: "Feed the pigs."

Hyacinthus: "Goodbye."

The author has something to say: This is thanks to the addition of the nutrient solution for breaking a thousand~

Thanks to the little angels who have been chasing updates. After writing this book, I am going to find a job. I can’t fill my stomach with full-time code words _(:з」∠)_

Of all the articles so far, this is the one I like the most, so I will try my best to write it well, and take this as a gift to myself, and thank you again for the little angels who have been chasing updates, love you~