spartan ancestor

It's weird, but I can't tell.

Apollo scratched his hot head and wanted to continue this conversation. After all, this was the first time in a long time that he and Hyacinthus sat down and chatted calmly: "Experience is good... that," he said. Reluctantly pulling out the words from his muddy brain, "It must have been obtained by taming pigs!"

"..." Hyacinthus kept smiling.

It's dog training.

Hyacinthus could feel the warmth in his chest passing away. There was no doubt that the godhead was gradually returning to Apollo's body.

His fingers touched the cold scabbard again, calmly sorting out the contradictory options in his mind.

One part of rationality reminded sharply that temporary kindness may lead to endless disasters, while the other part refuted that Apollo had sincerely repented, and the psychology at that time was transmitted unreservedly through the godhead, which is enough to prove the truth.He just made the statement that "violence can't solve everything". Is he going to kill a sincerely repentant person now because of suspicion?

Hyacinthus glanced at Apollo who was about to wag his tail, smiled and shook his head.

"... There are many things that can be done. For example, I have a lot of research on herbal medicine. The prescription given by the priest of the temple can be replaced by several kinds of herbal medicine, which can treat fractures through external application and specific manipulation..." Apollo babbled halfway, cautiously He stopped talking, raised his head and looked at Yacintos' eyes vigilantly, "Why do I think you look at me strangely?"

"Really?" Hyacinthus rubbed the dog's son's hairy head casually, "I just wanted to say 'you're awesome'."

Apollo's eyes became brighter visible to the naked eye. If he really had a tail, he might turn it into a windmill. He struggled to get out of bed: "Let me write down the prescription, oh! Actually, I know some other prescriptions, and I also know a little about navigation. ..."

He grabbed the pen and paper next to the bed, and scribbled for a while before he realized that the small bathroom was full of things at some point.

The bed, the chair, the wooden table, paper and pens for him to write on, and even many books and toys, may be richer than Jacintos's own room.

It’s just that he never paid attention to these changes, and only regarded those scrolls as waste paper for scribbling to vent his anger. The various puppets and marbles that Tana shared with him enthusiastically became actors in his own drama.

Most of the time, he wrote plays such as "The Unlucky Day of Hyacinthus" on scrap paper, and then acted out with puppet slings, the one who always played the role of Hyacinthus because of his light yellow color. The puppet is covered with deep and shallow scratches and looks dilapidated.

Jacintos raised his eyebrows and watched a certain golden hair burst into tears again: "I didn't know you still have such a deep emotional connection with a puppet?"

Apollo hugged a pale yellow puppet crying and would pull it away at any time: "I'm such an arrogant, ignorant waste woooo..."

"Hmm," Yacintos coaxed the dog perfunctorily, "Are you hungry? I seem to smell bone broth."

Strangely, Hyacinthus sniffed his nose and walked to the backyard.

Calculated according to the time, since Tana and the others left the courtyard, if the bone soup had been on the fire, it would have been scorched by now, but the smell wafting from the backyard with the wind was particularly strong and tangy, like just now. It's like boiling.

Is Aka back?Hyacinthus thought, did Aka find any clues from the mercenary den?

He reached out and pushed open the wooden door leading to the backyard, and then his hand froze on the handle.

There was indeed a figure sitting beside the boiler in the backyard.

But not Akka.

A white mist rose from the soup pot, blurring the opponent's face, but it couldn't stop those poisoned knife-like eyes.

Xifeng God seemed to be sitting calmly on the tree stump beside the soup pot, looking at Yacintos, with a stiff and cold smile on the corner of his mouth: "Yacintos."

"..." Yacintos's smile gradually faded into a deadpan expression.

When the beam of light rose, he expected that this might happen, but he still kept a bit of luck in his heart.

But it turns out that reality is a complete bastard who never does what others want.

"Long time no see, you seem to be having a good time." West Wind said softly, "I met Cupid before, and he told me that you and Apollo are like glue, I still don't want to believe it. But today I saw Apollo's I realized how foolish my trust was when the divine light rose over Sparta."

He said softly, "Why didn't you tell me directly? Yashin? Tell me you chose Apollo, why did you deceive me?"

He even tilted his head, as if he was really puzzled, but immediately after, his figure was like a westerly wind blowing from the ground, and he suddenly blew in front of Jacintos.

Hyacinthus was grabbed by the shoulders by the West Wind God, and when he slammed against the wall, he realized that the place where the godhead was hidden in his chest was empty. He was holding the short sword around his waist, and the wooden door next to him was once again blocked by someone—or by someone. A golden light smashed open.

"Take your hands away, Zephyrus." Apollo flew up to the clouds against Zephyrus almost instantly. He held Zephyrus' hand behind his back, and his blue eyes overflowed with golden light due to the intense burning of divine power. "You don't deserve to touch him."

The West Wind God brought the whistling wind wall against his back, only to stop the tendency of being pushed backwards. He smiled angrily, with jealousy and sarcasm in his dark eyes: "Are you worthy? Look at you, Apollo, you can't wait to stand up for Hyacinthus, like a loyal dog he keeps in the yard."

loyal?The high fever messed up Apollo's brain. He mistakenly captured the key words, and a mass of paste-like thoughts suddenly swayed and split, and went astray all the way: "...Woo, I don't deserve it, I, I am not as good as a dog ..."

That's right, dogs know how to be loyal. Hyacinthus is so merciful to him, but he only thinks about how to sneak away and arrange Hyacinthus's cursed theater...

Apollo's tears of remorse suddenly burst again.

Xifengshen, who had just collected a wave of venom and was about to spray it: "...?!"

...Love so humble?

The surging jealousy in Xifengshen's heart froze for a moment.

Zephyrus almost forgot what he had said, and when he tried to speak again after buffering for a while, he realized that it didn't match Apollo's response. A little hesitant: "Dignified Sun God, do you really love a mortal so much? Look at what you are wearing, like a lowly slave. Are you trying to curry favor with Hyacinthos and carry his bow for him? shoe?"

"The Spartans carry their own weapons and take care of themselves. How can there be such good jobs as you said..." Apollo muttered, "And what happened to the slaves? I make money with my own hands, and I rely on cleaning the floor every day." Wan saved a lot of money, and even bought a new lyre! ——Although it caused trouble.”

West Wind God: "..."

Are you crazy, Apollo?

The West Wind God was still processing all kinds of information dropped by Apollo, and Apollo grabbed his lapel again and warned loudly: "Moreover! I don't allow you to arrange the relationship between me and Hyacinthus, I..."

I want to say that I have already been dumped, it seems a bit embarrassing, if I say that I dumped Jacintos, this leg seems a little weak...

Apollo worked hard to develop his drowsy brain, and finally found a satisfactory statement: "The relationship between us surpasses the vulgar love, and has nothing to do with physical pleasure. I swear by the godhead! This noble and holy relationship , will continue my entire divine life, even if Yaxin’s soul returns to Hades in the future!”

West Wind God: "..."

Forget it, I have nothing to say to this kind of god whose mind has been poisoned by love, just hit him.

The hazy hurricane screamed and collided with the sharp blade formed by the sun, rolling up layers of clouds around it, and muddying the originally bright sky.

Hyacinthus rubbed his shoulders to extinguish the bonfire under the soup pot, and looked up at the dark clouds pressing down on the sky.

The summer wind in Sparta is always dry and hot, but this westerly wind brought water vapor.There was a thunder-like sound from the clouds that could not be penetrated by the naked eye, and all the way away, only the dark clouds like Mo Tao were left behind.

First, a few drops of raindrops fell like a forecast, and in the blink of an eye, it turned into a torrential rain.

The newly raised dog ran away with someone, and Jacintos could only sigh and rescue the bone soup prepared for the dog back into the house, and then—set the dining table and sit down to enjoy it.

The bone soup stewed by the God of West Wind himself is not for nothing.

The bone soup that had been stewed twice was extremely rich. Jacintos pickled the lean meat that had been burnt pickily, and scooped the soft and rotten carrot pieces into the bowl while thinking.

According to the character of West Wind God, unless Apollo can keep him entangled, he may come back at any time.Fortunately, Apollo is very good at pestering people. I just hope that I can stay longer and give him enough opportunities to find out how to kill gods.

Tears are uncontrollable, and the divine power gained is only temporary. Rather than relying on these, Yacintos is more inclined to master a self-protection method that he can control.

In fact, since the day of the nightmare, he has not slackened in inquiring in this area, but such legends are only passed on by word of mouth among the older generation.

Through his relationship with little Tidallie before, he actually chatted during public dinners, and talked about this topic with old Tidallie.

According to the old Tiedale, when Sparta was at war with its "good" neighbor Argos, he heard on the battlefield that the half-human, half-god hero Hercules had used a wooden club as a weapon.

This wooden stick is made of a wild olive tree, accompanied by Hercules to complete twelve impossible tasks, and poured with the blood of monsters such as the Nemean lion and the Hydra. , So he also gained incredible power, maybe he has the power to fight the gods.

People in Argos said that after Heracles completed his mission, he put down the stick in Argos, and then the stick took root in the land of Argos and grew into an olive tree again. tree, no one can find it anymore.

Jacintos wanted to find this miraculous olive tree, but it was a pity that, as an old neighbor of Sparta, Argos had been at odds with Sparta for more than a year or two, so he could be called a deadly enemy. Titus gritted his teeth when he talked about Athens and didn't even say Argos.

He took a sip of the soup as he considered whether there was a way to skip the meeting hall in a fair manner, leave Sparta, so that he could sneak to Argos, or socialize with merchants and sailors traveling from place to place.

Just as the mellow soup soothed his stomach, there was the sound of quick footsteps outside the gate.

Tana staggered before the threshold and held the door: "Your Highness!"

Yacintos raised his head unhurriedly, looked at the flustered little girl, "What?"

There was a trace of doubt in Tana's tense expression: "On the way back, we saw a group of people walking towards your family's residence, carrying a stretcher. I didn't see who it was, but General Oss was also beside the stretcher. follow..."

"?" Jacintos frowned.

The elder brother is also there, personally escorting the stretcher to the family settlement?

As we all know, the Yagiyad family has a small population, and there are only His Majesty Una, Jacintos, and Oss left. Jacintos put down the soup bowl, stood up and walked out the door: " Is my father still alive?"

"..." Tana choked for a moment, what kind of filial son was speaking.