spartan ancestor

Behind the gates of hell.

The torrential black water swirls swiftly, this is the Aglon and the River of Pain.

Countless dead souls wandered by the river.

Forward, they could not cross the river Styx, and backward, they could not escape the gates of hell guarded by the three-headed hellhound Cerberus.

They were besieged here without a home, as dim as a shadow, only a few new souls still had strength, lying on the bank of the river, howling and weeping from their chests.

Old Das squeezed through these wandering souls with brute force, walked to the only ferry port, and pushed away a certain businessman who was about to board the boat: "Let me go first."

Behind him, those offshoots who were executed with him also followed.

They occupied this small ferry port ferociously like hyenas, and stared back at those who wanted to get close.

"The ferry fee." Said the ferryman.

Charon stood at the stern of the boat, holding a long pole in his hand. He had the face of an old man with a beard, and looked at Old Darth and the others indifferently, as if in front of him, Old Darth was no different from anyone or livestock. .

Old Das's face froze: "...I don't have any money."

According to the custom, when the dead are buried, the living will put a silver coin in the mouth of the dead, but the old Dass were executed, and the Spartans hated and despised their despicable behavior. They prepare these.

Old Das had to slow down his expression, and squeezed out a smile: "Can't you be more flexible? I believe that with my ability, after crossing the Styx, I will definitely earn you more silver coins."

Charon's voice was indifferent: "No."

He didn't even give old Das a chance to continue fighting. The long pole was raised from the water. Before the old Das could see the opponent's movements clearly, he felt a pain in his leg, and then he flew into the air and smashed back hard. ashore.

He was lucky, a few side branches were swept by the long pole, and he didn't even utter a scream, so he sank into the river of pain with a plop, and was sucked into the vortex by the rushing water, and disappeared after a few strokes.

"..." Old Das had to close his mouth, and got up with an ugly face.

The remaining few side branches gathered around him in a panic: "What should we do?"

Old Darth could think of no other way, so he could only go to the side and sit down in a gloomy manner: "You guys have no brains? Think about it, even if we don't have silver coins, we only need to wait here for a year, Charon Will send us to the other side for free."

He gritted his teeth: "Although Una and that brat who likes to hang out in Heluoshi killed us, those..." he said vaguely, "will only hate these two stumbling blocks even more. Moreover, In the past, they let Una and the others go, just because Yacintos behaved so muddy that he couldn't support the wall, otherwise how could they allow Oss—that mixed race to become the general of Sparta?"

The old tears on the execution platform were just a flash of conscience. When old Das found out that he still had endless time to waste after death, the old bad roots surfaced again.

He touched the ax mark on his neck: "They will not allow the Yacintos family to have two excellent heirs. Think about it, if Hyacinthus ascends the throne in the future, the Yacinthos family will have a general A king, wouldn't Sparta become their family's palm? We just have to wait patiently. Before Una realizes his big words, those people will definitely send their father and son under...Hey! Those damned hirelings What are the soldiers doing?!"

Before his butt could warm the stones by the river—though perhaps neither could the Revenant, he stood up abruptly.

I saw the group of mercenaries who came in with their front and rear feet picked up musical instruments from nowhere, and one of them just took a thin leaf, playing the music, the mercenary caught by Jacintos himself Bing sang hymns aloud:

"O praise to the great Hades!

The hell gates of Hades are so grand,

But the three-headed dog guarding the place doesn't know yet,

There is such a beautiful soul in the world,

When he walks through the gates of hell, even a three-headed dog will fall for his beauty!

O praise to the jewels of the world, Hyacinthus!

The young crown prince of Sparta..."

A mercenary didn't take any musical instruments, but he held his helmet and greeted the dead souls who had just entered the gate of hell: "Come, don't be stingy with your rewards, you will hear a wonderful epic about Spar The story of the young crown prince Hyacinthus, whose appearance is not comparable to that of Aphrodite, the god of beauty, Apollo, the sun god, is obsessed with him, and would rather carry his shoes and bows for him, like a slave..."

"???" Old Das's eyes were about to pop out of his sockets. Among the new souls who entered the door, there were many merchants. Some people actually stopped with interest and took out coins from their pockets. , and threw it into the helmet held by the mercenary.

And not just one, but a handful!

He almost cursed: "What beauty, a Spartan man only has strength as the most important thing! And Apollo is obsessed with him... Bah!"

Even if he was filled with righteous indignation, he still couldn't stop people's interest in the dog blood story, and even some wandering souls gathered here, and looked at old Das after hearing the words:

"Shhh! Don't spoil a little happiness I've had so hard to come by."

"Yes, it's called artistic exaggeration, and that's what hymns are. Do you understand poetry?"

"Wait, more beautiful than the Goddess of Beauty? Are you kidding me, a place like Sparta is full of rough people..."

"Oh, they started bragging again that the Crown Prince is as powerful as Hercules...Damn it, I clearly know that this kind of person who is more charming than Goddess of Beauty and has the same strength as Hercules cannot exist, Why do I want to keep listening!"

The mercenary who was begging for money in a circle smiled.

Of course he knew that stories like Apollo were made up by his companions, but how could he tell the truth at this time?

He strikes while the iron is hot: "Friend! You have been dead for too long, how do you know what we are saying is not true? Look! Can you still see a 'Λ' shape from the bruise on my chest? This is what I said in Sri Lanka. The Bada training ground was captured by Spartan soldiers, and it was accidentally left behind during the fight."

He half covered his mouth: "Let me tell you in advance, His Highness Hyacinthus is also in this trial! Moreover, my companion who was singing hymns was captured by His Highness Hyacinthus himself. There was even physical contact!"

"Oh—" The mood of the crowd was suddenly clamored.

"It may be true, that is indeed the symbol of Sparta."

"Quick! Tell me how the crown prince coped with the trial? Did he win?"

"Wait, I still want to know if this highness has ever had a lover? Oh, tell us, what do you want? Isn't it silver coins? Here! Here you are!"

The pier was surrounded by water for a while, and no one was eager to board the ship, so even the ferryman Charon was passive, leaning on a long pole and listening to the mercenary's poems one after another, listening to: " ..."

Charon changed his posture facing the mercenary again, with a focused expression.

The mercenary begging for money squeezed into Charon's side like a loach while everyone was attracted by the story: "Let's discuss, let's pay the ferry fee first, but can we leave in a hurry? Business."

Charon nodded for a second: "Yes."

"—But you must set the performance location at the pier so that I can hear you clearly." He paused, then said to the mercenary with a serious face, "Tell me more about his appearance and the part about Apollo, I want to know more details."

Mercenary: "...No problem, you can get what you want! In fact, we can also perform on the boat, anyway, we paid the ferry fare, right?"

"..." Charon pondered.

So, after a while.

The mercenaries all stood on Charon's boat. Originally, some people complained that the boat was not big enough, and even if they had money, they couldn't sit on the boat and hear the story. The dangerous ship that was about to capsize at any time suddenly tripled in size.

The mercenaries sat down at the stern of the boat, the place closest to Charon, waiting for the dead souls to board the boat. Someone looked at another river.

The water in that river was misty, and there was a wailing sound during the pouring. No one would admit that it was the famous Cocutus River, which was formed by the tears of the hard laborers serving in hell.

However, at this moment, on the bank of the river that everyone avoids, there is a figure standing on the edge of the shoal, bent over, reaching into the wailing river water, groping for something.

"Who is that? What are you doing?" The mercenary leaned on the edge of the boat and sat up a little, looking at the figure.

Charon counted the number of people, put the long pole against the shore, and pushed the boat into the river of pain: "He? A gambler who likes to bet with others when he is drunk." He glanced at his mouth, obviously for this person "He even lost his weapon after the last drunk. Did he drink too much again? Want to find his old buddy in the Cocutus River?"

Charon quickly withdrew his eyes and urged: "Let's start, start with the song 'He is a treasure in the world, his blond hair is more magnificent than the sun, and the Aegean Sea is hidden in his eyes'."

mercenary:"……"

This is basically starting from scratch, so in love with the description of beauty?

He plucked the strings of the lyre speechlessly, and still opened his mouth to sing. As soon as the story developed to the appearance of Apollo, two black figures passed by from the other side.

The Grim Reaper and the Grim Reaper stopped in surprise above the ferry boat that heard the singing: "Ka——"

"Shhh!" Charon hissed the twins, listening intently as they rowed instinctively.

"'... what a lovely forest fawn!'

Apollo fell in love with the young crown prince,

His heart beats like a mortal man's,

he thinks,

'Did I fall in love? '"

God of Death, God of Sleep: "..."

What is official business? The two brothers landed beside the boat by coincidence, listening with gusto.

then.

Today's Pluto waited for a long time before receiving the official trial documents from the three judges from Brother Death.

The God of Sleep, who was fishing in the open, shared with him enthusiastically: "Your Highness, you would never have imagined what we encountered on the River Styx. There is an extra band on Charon's boat, and the hymn sung by a poet is really wonderful. Do you want to hear it? It's about a man more beautiful than a beauty—"

Hades interrupted simply and rudely: "Get out."

"...Okay," Sleeping God smacked his lips, and persuaded, "Shouldn't you go to the temple to receive your offerings? There are few temples in the world to worship you, and most of them only offer sacrifices once a year. Ha of Elis The Temple of Dis is holding sacrifices. You know, the Olympic Games dedicated to God King Zeus will be held there soon. If you go a few days later, you may meet Zeus. If you are ready, I will let you Men get ready hell horses—”

Hades: "No."

Brother Death: "..."

well.

He doesn't go out, and he doesn't have any interest in beauties.

It's right that they have no Queen of Hades in Hades.