spartan ancestor

"?"Have it?Apollo regained his senses from the shock, and suddenly turned his head to look at Hyacinthus, but failed to find the slightest sign of weakness on that face.

Jacintos was also taken aback.

In fact, his head didn't hurt as much as before. At the time when he was most uncomfortable, Apollo didn't notice the problem. How did Aka see that he was a little uncomfortable now?

"It's a little bit," he added an insignificant sentence, "where's your hoe?"

Apollo: "??"

These words were indeed too insignificant, so that Apollo looked at Hyacinthus with even more unbelievable eyes: In this case, how did you think of caring about a hoe? ?

"..." Aka pursed his lower lip.

His eyes are a very deep black, when he stares at people silently, it will make people panic inexplicably.Hyacinthus looked back very calmly, and he was not the one who ran around on the day of the governor's change of office.

Hyacinthus urged: "Huh?"

"..." A-Ka looked away and said calmly, "It's broken."

"Broken?" Yacintos raised his eyebrows and looked at the recruits behind Aka.

They looked a little hesitant, looking at him and then at A-Ka, unsure whether to go forward to salute or continue with the task.

Hyacinthus: "Did they break it?"

"——???" The recruits' eyes widened, and one of them couldn't help saying, "Your Highness! We are on a mission."

"Oh," Hyacinthus replied casually, "did you break that hoe?"

Recruit: "——No!" Why did they break the hoe?

"It was broken when we came here," they said with a straight face, "Your Highness, please don't interfere with our mission."

"Mission?" Hyacinthus looked down and looked at the empty scabbards and scabbards hanging around the waists of these recruits. "Is your mission to be beaten empty-handed?"

Recruit: "..."

Hyacinthus wanted to ask again, who is the elder responsible for training you, but a familiar and annoying voice came from not far behind: "Yacinthus? What are you doing here?"

"..." Yacintos turned his head slowly.

The moon was hidden in the clouds again, and a large group of people approached the field holding torches, and the dancing flames reflected the faces of the two leaders with different expressions, but they were definitely not friendly.

The person who spoke before was wearing heavy armor. Seeing Jacintos turn around and look at him, he moved with a hint of showing off, trying to show off his brand new armor without any trace: "Don't tell me, you hindering these poor young men from carrying out their mission."

Yacintos sighed, and said in the same tone: "Don't tell me, you are in charge of training these poor young people."

Feeling the sight from the soldiers in the opposite team, Apollo clamped his legs, retreated to the back of A-Ka's broad and reliable face, and asked in a low voice, "Who is that fat man talking?"

A-Ka was silent for a while, looked back at him, and when Apollo thought that A-Ka would not answer again, he said, "Another crown prince. How could you not know?"

"..." Apollo's heart skipped a beat, and he realized that he had lost his divine power at this time, and he was already a Heiroshi, and it is impossible for a normal Heiroshi not to know the basic situation of Sparta.

But another crown prince?

Apollo couldn't help but asked: "So, he is Yassin...His Highness's brother?" He made a nonsense excuse to cover it up, "My family's conditions are not good, I almost grew up in the farmland, and I have nothing to do except work hard. Noticed other things."

Thinking about his current embarrassment, Apollo, who wanted to save face, secretly made up his mind that if he was killed, no second person would know that he was the sun god.

"..." A-Ka repeated, "Growing up in the farmland?"

Apollo's heart jumped again. Fortunately, Aka didn't mean to be particular. After glancing at him, he turned back, stared at Hyacinthus, and said in a calm voice: "No. Sparta is a double The royal system, the throne is inherited by the two families of Argyades and Eurypontides."

Apollo: "Oh!—what do you mean?"

"..." A-Ka turned his head back again.

Apollo tried to force a not-so-awkward smile.

He began to regret why he was so superficial before. When he was with Hyacinthus, he only cared about indulging in the beauty of the other party, but ignored those lessons that sounded boring at the time, but seemed very useful now.

"At the same time, there were two kings who ruled together." Aka's tone seemed to be talking to a three-year-old child, and he broke the words, inexplicably revealing a hint of irony, "A king came from Ole Ponte De family, and the other king is from the family of Argyad."

Apollo shrank his neck embarrassingly: "Then... which family is His Royal Highness Yashin?"

"..." Aka looked at him expressionlessly, as if he was not as good as a three-year-old child.

Apollo decided to use the excuse he made up before: "My family's conditions are not good——"

Akka: "The Argyad family."

Aka paused for a moment: "The 'fat man' you mentioned is the crown prince of the Oripontide family, and his name is Cleo."

Probably to prevent Apollo from continuing to ask stupid questions, A-Ka said again: "Next to Cleo is the newly appointed governor. You don't need to know his name. The governor changes every year, five at a time, and only one person in a lifetime." Serve once."

"Oh..." Apollo always felt that A-Ka spoke of the governor like a harpoon thrown by a fisherman.

Apollo turned his gaze back to Hyacinthus, and basically figured out the situation.

Obviously, the relationship between the two families - at least this generation - is very poor.

Cleo was clearly here to find fault. As for the governor who came with him, he was probably on Cleo's side.

The quarrel over Hyacinthus has reached a fever pitch:

Cleo: "Damn it, you still dare to mock me? You don't know what day it is? Everything the governor has done is to maintain the rule of Sparta, but you have to do it for a Helotus, and yourself. against your compatriots?"

The governor also said sternly with a sullen face: "The law gives me the right to supervise the behavior of the king and teach the young people of Sparta. Your Highness Hyacinthus, I made the assassination list. What do you think?"

Cleo raised his chin.

According to past experience, basically speaking of this level, Jacintos should back down and leave, so he assumed the victor's posture in advance, preparing to make another wave when Jacintos left in disgrace. verbal contempt.

Words are brewing.

Hyacinthus: "Oh, very opinionated."

Hyacinthus smiled at Cleo with a stunned expression: "I'm sure your eyes can still function normally?"

Kleokka was in a shell for a moment before realizing that Jacintos actually fought back: "What do you want to say?!"

Hyacinthus gestured with his eyes: "Can you see the Argiade family crest on the golden belt?"

Apollo involuntarily looked at A-Ka's waist.

In fact, the family crest could not be seen clearly, mainly because the wearer hung many small bags on it. Apollo seriously doubted that the belt was not made of pure gold, otherwise it would have broken earlier.

The governor's face was ashen: "Helotes are the public property of the city-"

"The tents, tables and beds in the military camp are also public property. How do you think I burned your bed?" Jacintos raised his eyebrows, "The Governor?"

Governor: "..."

His face was so dark that it almost merged with the night: "How can this be confused?!" He endured and squeezed words through his teeth, "Although you are the crown prince, this does not give you the right to humiliate me !"

"Oh, is this a humiliation? That's strange." Yacintos shrugged, "It's also public property, you can order people to destroy it without my permission, and even when I'm present, you can still be confident Can I think that you are humiliating me, humiliating the Yakiade family?"

"..."

The Governor froze, stunned by the sudden snap of his hat.

"But the bed is not aggressive." Cleo's small and cunning eyes narrowed, and he turned to the bewildered recruit next to him: "Look at what this Helo has done, how dare he attack our Spa Dar's soldiers!"

Jacintos said sarcastically, "Yes, you can't even do assassination well, and you can't keep your weapons. What kind of Spartan soldiers are you?"

He paused, his eyes resting on Cleo's face.

There was a hint of joy on that chubby face, which made Yacintos feel a little wrong.

He immediately changed his words fluently: "——but regardless of whether the orders issued by the superior are right or wrong, they have carried out without hesitation. This group of soldiers have amazing obedience and courage to fear life and death. the elders who can guide them—”

Yacintos once again captured the expression on the fat face from surprise to joy, squinted his eyes, and said another twist: "—but, this cannot be said to be the responsibility of the person in charge of them." Wrong. Obviously, the person who should be in charge of them did not follow, can I speculate that they did not meet the standards for the assessment, so you gave them an assassination order behind the back of the person in charge of them?"

"...?" Cleo's small eyes slowly widened, and his face was written all over: How the hell did you guess this? ?

Thanking Cleo for his bad expression management, Jacintos thanked him without sincerity in his heart, and concluded his statement: "So you actually want to punish the person in charge of them. Who is it?"

It took a long time for Cleo to break free from the shock: "You—you bullshit—"

Hyacinthus looked at the group of recruits: "So, who is it?"

Cleo said angrily, "Enough!"

He was a bit scheming, and he was furious: "Jacintos! As the crown prince, one of the future kings of Sparta, I really can't tolerate people like you who turn your elbows out and help the Hilos insult their compatriots. One day, you will sit in the same hall as me and decide the affairs of Sparta! You are simply... a traitor to Sparta! Who can guarantee that you will not favor the Hilo people when you participate in politics in the future? Say no One day in the future, you will give the whole of Sparta to the Hilos!"

Hyacinthus: "Oh. Who?"

Cleo seemed to be dizzy with anger, and you spent most of the day: "—aside from telling stories like a woman and trying to speak quickly, what other skills do you have? Archery? Everyone knows that bows and arrows are Things only women and sissies use! Look at you, you even dress like a woman—oh, no! Even an Athenian woman is not as tightly wrapped as you, and is ashamed to show your sick chicken body ?!"

The more he talked, the more vigorously he pulled out the scimitar at his waist with his backhand, and said bravely and resolutely: "Come on! Hyacinthus! If you want to be someone who will be my equal in the future, dare to have a man-to-man fight with me!" Do you want to compete?!"

"Oh——" Apollo instinctively made a sound like hearing the worst advice, and even forgot to control the volume.

His expression was like seeing someone eat a slug, or something unacceptable, and he couldn't help shaking his head.

Kleo glanced at Apollo, thinking that this nasty Helos was contemptuous and angry at him for bullying the weak, and said with a bit of arrogance, "Dare you? Hyacinthus? Dare you compete with me?"

Apollo: "Oh..."

If there is any lesson he has learned in the past few years with Yacinthos, and he believes that he will never forget it in his long life, it is that he must never compete with Yacinthos.

Apollo looked at Cleo again.

With sympathy.

This man is gone.