spartan ancestor

If it weren't for the mission, Hermes would have rushed down to Hades on the spot, and shouted ecstatically at Charon and the group of souls... Ghosts can only take a boat once, and they can't even catch up. What are you listening to stories here, I see the truth! !

He looked at Hyacinthus fascinatedly, his heart pounding: those mercenaries really did not exaggerate, how could there be such a treasure in the world?Apollo and Aphrodite, the goddess of beauty, can only be dwarfed by comparison, and he is even more beautiful than those descriptions that are piled up indiscriminately and described in a hype!

"..." Hyacinthus kept smiling.

He was thinking about how to respond to the words "I'm dead", and whether this old friend is too young, is he the heir of the businessman?

The servant just straightened up, and said with a little embarrassment: "Uh, this is not my master... oh."

The embarrassment was instantly dispelled, and the servant stood beside Hermes, with the same expression on his face as Hermes, dazed and intoxicated.

The two looked like a group of sailors who had heard the siren's song.

There seemed to be other people in the room. After a while of footsteps, a drunken old man came out of the room: "Everyone is blocking the door... oh."

Great, there is another one in the group of sculptures.

Hyacinthus put on the mask: "Excuse me, who is this Earl we're going to meet?"

The "Group Sculptures" came back to their senses, and the old man rubbed his sore jaw, "It's me, I'm sorry."

He said it sincerely.After all, everyone knows that the Spartans value strength more than appearance.His behavior just now was indeed a bit abrupt.

Out of politeness, Old Earl also introduced Hermes: "This is one of my year-end friends. He came out with his father today, and just happened to come to my place."

oh?Hyacinthos nodded to Hermes with interest, "Are you also in business?"

"..." Hermes and the old man were silent for a while in embarrassment.

It's hard to say, if the flesh business counts, then it is.

In the end, Hermes said vaguely: "That's right. But what I do is traveling around more, not bragging. There are very few places in this world that I haven't been to."

After all, he is the messenger of the underworld, where there are no dead people.

He explained in passing: "I heard your story from a mercenary."

Hermes was referring to those dead mercenaries on the River Styx, while Hyacinthus thought they were those recruited by old Xan. After nodding, he thought, how did those mercenaries spread his image? This man is so excited.

Old Earle crossed his waist: "Okay, I believe that the descendant of my old friend must have something to say. I'm sorry that I can't continue to receive you, Hull."

Hermes' feet were nailed to the ground, and he said cheekily, "A friend of a friend is my friend. Why don't you let me listen? Maybe I can help too."

Oss tried to stare at the cheeky man with his eyes: "Maybe it's because friends of friends don't want to be friends with you?"

"..." Hyacinthus pushed his brother jokingly, and the man stood in front of him like a wall again, "Actually, I think Hull is right."

If, as Hull said, he likes to travel to various places and is a businessman, then Hull should be able to help with the two topics he wants to talk about next.

A few people walked into the hut, and Yacintos took a brief look. This old friend obviously enjoyed life very much.

Few people have such a variety of furniture in their homes. Old Earle even spread a long cloth on the dining table, with flowers in black earthenware vases, various fruits piled up on the plate, and a box of ice cubes underneath.Lyres, bows and arrows are hung on the wall randomly, and it seems that they are often played with, without any dust on them.

As if Hermes couldn't feel Oss' stare, he squeezed enthusiastically beside Jacintos: "Do you want to—"

Old Earl's enthusiastic words interrupted Hermes: "I can't believe it, you are the descendants of old Algiades. What do you want to ask me? Let's play what old Algiades and I often do. Let's play, see the bow and arrow on the wall? Can you shoot the silver coin I throw?"

Before Oss could speak, Old Earl patted his strong arm: "You must be able to, I just want to see if Xiaomei can do it."

"?" Yacintos raised his eyebrows.

Old Earl obviously did it on purpose this time, and grinned at him like an old urchin with his hips crossed, his eyes sly and provocative.

Hyacinthus felt no malice, so he looked around the room.

With his current eyesight, if Old Earl asked him to shoot birds in the forest, it might still be a bit difficult, in this room?

Hyacinthus took off the bow and arrow: "How many throws?"

"?" Old Earl looked at him in confusion, "One... three, three!"

"Three? It's missing. More than a dozen are fine," Yacintos adjusted the bowstring casually, and then remembered something, "I get the shot?"

Silver coins don't depreciate after being pierced through a hole. You can let the blacksmith smelt them and recast them later, and you can earn a little bit.

"A dozen pieces? Throw them at the same time? All right! As long as you can hit them—" Old Earl was half-excited, but he couldn't hold it back. He turned his head and stared at Hermes, "Why do you have such an expression?"

It spoils his interest, okay?

Hermes covered his mouth with his hands like a little girl, and his eyes were still glistening.

Hearing that he grabbed an apple casually and blocked his mouth, his voice trembled a little, and old Earton's face was full of disgust when he heard it: "You don't understand..."

Zeus, he heard the story of the proving ground from the mercenaries on the River Styx before, and he was so excited that he could not sleep at all for two nights. Who would have thought that today, he could see the young crown prince drawing a bow and shooting arrows in front of him?

Ha ha! !He will show off to Charon as soon as he returns! !

Aos was full of vigilance, and whispered in Jacintos's ear: "I think there is something wrong with this person. Does he have any evil plans for you?"

Yacintos remained calm: "Don't interfere with my making money."

Pretty, isn't it?Hyacinthus raised his arm, and the bow was pulled like a crescent moon. Old Earl was still smiling, and as soon as he raised his hand, he tossed the silver coin.

"Whoosh!"

A plume arrow pierced through the air.

The iron arrows went through all the silver coins before the edges even quite left Old Earl's fingertips.

The tail feathers grazed old Earl's fingertips, and the iron arrow nailed the silver coin to the wall, sinking into three fingers, the tail feathers were still trembling.

Old Ear belatedly shrank his fingers, only to feel the pain caused by the tail feathers brushing against his fingertips, and then he opened his hand in a daze to look, and there was a red mark on his fingertips.

"—you almost shot my finger through!" Old Earl yelled in horror. "Hey! I was just kidding you!"

Jacintos shrugged: "Don't worry, I shot silver coins, your fingers will be fine."

He glanced at Hermes by the way, and paused: "..."

Hermes' expression looked like he might faint at any time, and tears were about to flow out. Those who didn't know him thought he was Hyacinthus, and he murmured with relief: "That's great..."

Huh, in the mercenary story, Jacintos only used a machete and a dagger, and it didn't say that Jacintos could also shoot arrows.

So baby... No, Hyacinthos is better than the mercenary said!ah! ! !

Hermes frantically ravaged the apple in his hand.

"..." Hyacinthus slowly lowered his bow and arrow.

This little Hull is indeed a bit weird...

Old Earl sat down at the table, took another sip of his wine, and sighed: "You are more tempered than old Alkyades back then, ha! If only he was still alive, he can compare with you Compared with archery, who is more like the hero Hercules."

He raised his wine glass, laughed again and said to Oss: "You don't have to compare yourself to him, you are much taller than old Yagiade!"

"..." Yacintos paused slightly as he hung the bow and arrow back on the wall, and said in a natural tone, "Speaking of this, I heard an interesting rumor some time ago. A veteran told me, In Argos there is a marvelous olive tree, originally owned by Hercules—”

"... Let... Save...!"

There was a sudden commotion from the first floor.

Jacintos frowned, Oss had already opened the door first, strode to the side of the stairs and looked down.

When guests come to a tavern to get drunk, it is inevitable that some of the wines will not be good.

A short businessman was sitting at a table downstairs, holding a maid tightly, his fat hand intending to touch the maid: "Stop struggling, wouldn't it be better to follow me than serve tea here? I will give you the most comfortable clothes, the softest bed—ah! How dare you bite me!?"

The maid was sobbing with her collar in horror, but the fat man jumped like he was the one who was humiliated: "Don't take yourself too seriously, a slave like you, I only need a dog at the market." I can buy it back!"

Several servants frantically surrounded him to persuade him.

Hyacinthus glanced at the soldier who was sitting nearby but only cared about drinking, his eyes were slightly cold.

Slaves were not unique to Sparta.

Even at the foot of the Olympia Temple, there are still people who pray devoutly to the gods every day, but are still mired in the quagmire.

He couldn't even compare where the slaves are more miserable, whether it is the Spartan Helots who are treated as public property and cannot be sold but can be tortured to death at will, or where they can be sold like livestock, even if they are harassed in person. Take care of the slave.

The servant beside him inhaled softly, but what he was worried about was: "Don't fight, if you destroy the tables and chairs, how can Nina afford it?"

"What nonsense," Old Earl came out with a black face, and hiccupped. "Your former master may have been like this, am I this kind of person? This impolite pig, I'll go down and warn him Don't touch my slave."

The servant hurriedly stopped Old Earl: "No, don't, Nina is a little girl doing this kind of work that needs to be exposed, which has already delayed her marriage. If you say that, some people will definitely misunderstand that she is having an affair with the master's family. How can she talk about marriage in the future?"

"What's wrong with showing your face in public? In our Sparta, women never need to be locked in the house every day." Oss frowned.

Not to say how good Sparta is, but in many ways, Sparta is indeed much more open than other city-states.

Yacintos glanced at the servant's wry smile, blocked Oss, and took off the lyre from the wall: "Don't trouble Old Earl, I have a simple solution."