spartan ancestor

Hyacinthus supported the statue at the top of the meeting room and looked at the wandering beam of light. His expression was calm and breezy, but his mood was not as relaxed as it appeared on his face.

To make a small use of divine power today was indeed something he had thought about and decided on before going out.

However, those pillars of light on the square that run through the heavens and the earth and are now slamming around like angry flamingos, knocking chicken feathers and flying dogs all over the ground, are slightly different from his original plan, proving once again that he "tried not to rely on divine power" in the beginning "The correctness of the decision.

His gaze swept across a conspicuous golden retriever in the square, paused for a while, then retracted his gaze, focused on firmly controlling those rampant beams of light, and reduced their size to a less "earth-shattering" size, and then Methodically continued to punish the remaining soldiers on the list.

This list was prepared in advance for today's "festival" when he was spinning around a few days ago.

With the help of his father, Jacintos learned in many ways who the soldiers in charge of the "festival performance" were. Under the cover of official duties, he personally contacted them one by one. It was "lucky" to be on the list.

God's punishment on them faithfully restored the way of death of the Helots killed by them, just like the half-breed soldier who wanted to attack Tana once swung a club and drove a panicked Helots into the furnace.

The divine light, which was no longer violently rushing around, seemed very purposeful. The people who were frightened by the beam of light and ran around hesitantly stopped, hiding their eyes behind the cover.

The targets of the punishment could not be clearer, they are the most "carnival" soldiers at the annual festival.People are quite familiar with the behavior of these people, and they can even call out their nicknames, "Crazy Cyclops", "Red Eyed Hydra"...

"How did they annoy Apollo?"

"I saw several half-bloods. Hey, does Apollo also think that half-bloods should not be eligible to be Spartan soldiers?"

"Don't be stupid, there are also pure-blooded Spartans among those punished by God."

"Oh, it may be that their style is too bad, or they have once blasphemed the gods."

"I... I think that they may have been punished by Apollo for hurting Helotes."

"Ha! How could the great Apollo manage the death of a mere Helos... oh..."

All arguments stop at the softened divine light.

It swept across the square and sprinkled on every suffering Helotus.

The original sharp edge turned into a caress, gently pushing and helping the black laborers to stand up, casting holy light on some naked people, and returning their dignity.

The black laborers passively walked into a certain attic in the market. On the second floor there gathered a group of elderly doctors who had retired from the military camp. They usually received medical treatment here, and occasionally provided free medical treatment for the poor.

The rest of the people were led by the divine light, like a herd of lambs following the sound of the flute, marching towards the Temple of Apollo.

"It seems that what you said is true. Before the divine light was running around like a raging beast, I thought our city-state had done something rebellious, such as blasphemy and allowing half-bloods to enjoy glory..."

"But it's clear now, isn't it? Apollo doesn't like how we treat Helox."

"God, please forgive my mistakes..."

When Hyacinthus, under the cover of divine power, went against the flow of people to the square, what he heard were people's whispered conversations and confessions.

He raised his eyebrows slightly. Although there was a little accident in the process, he still achieved his expected goal.Presumably some of his proposals in the chamber will pass soon.

But that doesn't mean it's all easy.

Hyacinthus looked over the crowd, and cast his eyes on the golden retriever who followed Tana like a goose in front of the attic.

He was indeed going to punish certain soldiers to achieve the purpose of deterrence, but the beam of light that pierced through the world and rushed indiscriminately just happened to step on a certain taboo in his plan.

The majestic divine light is awe-inspiring, but it also attracts unwanted attention.

Hyacinthus touched his chest.

When he was about to condense the light and shadow of the human figure, and when he held down the soldiers to punish, a very strong emotion suddenly surged into the heart carrying the godhead-guilt, annoyance, anger, self-loathing... The next second, the divine power burst into a tsunami It gushed out like a hurricane, stabbing a few pillars of light between the sky and the earth, and ramming around in the square like a hurricane.

How can I describe it... It looks like a master, just like Apollo Benro running around screaming and screaming.

But now, the weight on his heart was lighter, Hyacinthus suspected that some of the divine power had returned to Apollo.

While taking a step, Yacintos' right hand quietly wrapped around his right waist.

The icy straight-edged dagger bit his fingertips.

He walked straight in the direction of Tana and the others, and when he saw the golden retriever from a distance, he burst into tears and jumped at the little girl like a silly dog.

Tana immediately screamed "I'm hurt", Apollo quickly stopped his momentum and slid down, half kneeling and half squatting on the little girl, squeezing Tana to roll her eyes.

The silly golden retriever was sobbing out of breath, while the dog furiously opened his eyes wide and looked left and right, moved his fingers under the old cape, and thought he was unconsciously using his newly recovered Divine power heals Tana.

"..." Yacintos paused and sighed.

Forget it, what could he ask of a silly dog?

Fortunately, it is daytime now, and the black laborers around are wiping away their tears with lingering fear, otherwise no one would be able to see the strange swimming spot of light under the cloak.

His hand moved away from the short sword, just as he was about to say hello.

The body of the golden retriever who was crying so much that the dog pawed and rubbed his eyes suddenly swayed, like a kite with a broken string, and fell towards the little girl.

"?!" The accident happened too quickly without any warning. Jacintos twitched his eyebrows, and stepped forward in two steps, grabbing the silly golden-haired back collar before the little girl was knocked down, "Crying!" Can you still cry?"

His fingertips brushed the back of Apollo's neck, and he felt the unusual heat: "...?"

It's fine when you go out, why do you suddenly have a fever?

Yacintos glanced at the little girl who was muttering "strange, where is the injury on my back?" Could it be the reason for the recovery of divine power or the use of divine power?

Tana scratched her head and raised her small face, her face full of confusion: "Your Highness, am I dreaming? Why do I remember that I was just whipped before, but now my back is fine, but it's a little itchy. ——What's wrong with Apo?"

Yacintos fooled the little girl without changing his expression: "He fainted from crying. Maybe the Sun God saw you cute and healed your injury just now. I'll take Apo back first."

Crying fainted was really like what Abo would do, the little girl believed it without any doubt, and arranged to call an uninjured companion to help carry Abo back.

Apollo seemed to be having one long nightmare, and his tears hadn't dried up along the way.

He murmured sorry from time to time, until he was laid flat on the bed in the small bathroom, and then he woke up suddenly with a start, and opened his eyes in a trance: "—Yasin!"

Hyacinthus resisted Apollo, who was full of emotion and his eyes were full of moisture: "You dare to rush over and stain my cloak."

"..." Awe made Apollo calm.

He wiped away his tears, and before Hyacinthus could speak, he sobbed and said, "I want to apologize to you, I'm sorry. I shouldn't rely on my own power, threaten your city-state, and let you do those excessive things." I'm also... I'm sorry for letting down your sincerity..."

He took off the old cloak that was still wrapped around him, glanced at it with some reluctance, then lowered his head and cut off his sight, and pushed towards Hyacinthus: "I don't deserve this either. I think I still have a lot to apologize for, To my mother, and to Daphne..."

He carefully took off the crown of laurels on his head.

The poor fairy of the lake, who suffered innocently because of the conflict between him and Cupid, turned herself into a laurel tree in order to avoid Apollo, who was shot by the golden arrow of Cupid and pursued her madly.

And him?Apollo thought with remorse and self-loathing, after getting rid of the trouble of Cupid's arrow, not only did he not think of saving the poor girl, but he broke off branches from the laurel tree that the other party turned into, and made it into a laurel wreath. "Let laurel stay with me forever."

Now that I think about it, that girl would rather be turned into a tree than to be with him even when she was alive. After becoming a tree, she couldn't resist, and was forced to break off a part of her body, and was taken by him, not knowing what was going on in her heart. How embarrassing.

He thought dejectedly, what is the difference between using Daphne's branches to make laurel wreaths and bullies showing off their spoils?

He must make up for his mistakes and find a way to save her.

Apollo wiped his face indiscriminately, and wiped away his tears: "And those soldiers, why didn't you use your divine power to kill them all? They treated Heiroshi like that!"

Jacintos leaned lazily by the door, seemingly unaffected by Apollo's emotions, and said unhurriedly: "If I killed you back then, would you still have a chance to feel like you are now?"

He touched the dagger at his waist, stood up straight, and said with rare patience: "Killing, violence, and powerful power cannot solve all problems. You should have also seen how people's views on the square today have changed. Killing Didn’t the violent methods of the dead soldiers make them realize that it’s wrong to bully Helots? No, it’s God’s care for Helots.”

"I admit that sometimes only violence can solve problems, but that's not all. A city-state can be governed well with the combination of hardness and softness. When you use violence to destroy the stubborn and decayed old things, you can finally establish order and make people better. It is the corresponding legal constraints and moral education."

He nodded Apollo with his chin: "It's like you learned arrogance with the gods on Mount Olympus, but here you learn to empathize with the weak. If I kill you the day you threaten me , Do you still have a chance to gain today’s insight? Those soldiers are the same. Because of Spartan education and customs, they think that Helos should be treated in this way, but they don’t have the heart. That’s why I checked many ways in advance and selected Specific people should be punished instead of beating everyone to death with a stick."

He looked at Apollo's bewildered eyes, slowed down his speech, and emphasized his tone: "When you have nothing, maybe you don't need to think too much, but when you have more power in your hands, it means you have more responsibilities on your shoulders." The more, wield your powers carefully, or every mistake made will be yours."

Apollo opened his watery eyes, and looked up at Jacinthos in a posture of looking up: "Oh..." His eyes were full of longing and admiration, "You will be a good king, Yacin. A qualified good father, your children will be well educated."

Jacintos rubbed the golden hair's head kindly: "Of course, after all, it has been practiced."

Apollo: "Hmmmmm?"

Jin Mao frowned, feeling something was wrong.