spartan ancestor

Ruth held his bitten hand, gasping for air, his face flushed.

The damned maid!Do you think that you can maintain your identity because you are pretty?

He felt the faint eyes of the guests around him, and he felt as if he was being treated like a monkey. He couldn't help being even more annoyed, and he gritted his teeth secretly and said, "You dirty, lowly slave, how dare you hurt a man?" A virtuous and respectable businessman—”

The clear sound of the lyre suddenly came from the small wooden platform in the tavern, which interrupted his subsequent cursing and attracted the attention of other guests.

In this land, it is common for slaves to be bullied. By comparison, the Olympic Games are about to start, and the best poets in the world gather here. No one can tell if this is the case. A good poet, who can hear his poems before he is hired by a wealthy nobleman, can earn money by listening to one more sentence.

In the tavern, some people who sat far away stood up and rushed closer. Ruth was pushed and staggered by the people behind him. He turned his head and wanted to scold in anger, but he was on duty. End, go to the tavern to relax the soldiers.

The soldier stared from under the iron helmet, and said in a rough voice, "What are you looking at?"

"..." Ruth held back his curse, "No, it's nothing."

Soldiers need to bear the cost of their own armor and weapons. Looking at this soldier's brand-new iron helmet, Ruth bets that this man's family background must be not bad, and it is best not to provoke him if he can.

He had a purple face, and he was not happy when he was secretly stared at by everyone before, but now no one cares about him, Ruth is still not happy.

Although he grabbed Nina in time, everyone was crowded, and there was even an old man between him and Nina. Ruth squeezed a few times, only to get scolded by other guests, and couldn't let himself go. The overly plump body moves half an inch.

The soldier standing behind him was still very impatient: "Can you not move around? It will affect my appreciation of poetry."

On the stage, Oss was frowning, playing the lyre.

Although Sparta looks solemn and solemn, it is a city-state rich in poetry and celebration dances.

These poems and ceremonial dances are either dedicated to the gods or praised to the warriors.Before the soldiers set off, the Spartan girls would organize singing and dancing rehearsals, perform in front of the warriors, and encourage the warriors to fight bravely, so as not to let them look down on his cowardice.

After going to the battlefield, musicians and soldiers occasionally sang these poems after they set up camp. Oss learned it by the way. If he played it so well, it’s not impossible, but his voice is indeed unique, so that the guests present I am perfectly happy to ignore the so-so piano sound and listen to his humming.

But he couldn't hold it anymore, and glanced at Yacintos in the audience: "Hurry up, I can't remember the next words!"

Jacintos stood in the crowd with his arms folded, admiring Oss's expression for a while, before his brother's eyes became fierce, he lowered his arms, and nodded slightly at Oss after a while.

Oss stopped humming without hesitation, turned around and walked away with the piano on his back, ignoring the astonished shouts of the guests behind him:

"Hey! Stop, where are you going?"

"Wait, you haven't finished your story yet!"

"Oh shit, I bet this is another poet trying to impress a rich employer and come up with such a brutal way to get attention. Any thoughts on what we're going to do?"

"So? Was the battle won in the end? Or was it lost? Did the general walk into the enemy's trap in the end? Oh damned poet!"

Among the many complaints and curses, there was another voice shouting in shock: "Who? Who stole my purse?!"

The crowd scattered unwillingly as Oss left, and the soldiers supported their crooked helmets, angrily glanced at all the people who left him, their eyes fixed on a fat body: "You! You black-hearted businessman, how dare you steal my money?!"

Russ didn't even have time to touch the maid's hand before he was grabbed by the collar by the soldier, and his overweight body made him almost breathless: "Let it go... let it go, what nonsense are you talking about? I'm so rich, why would I want to steal from you? purse?!"

The soldier spat at him shamelessly: "Rich? Don't you know that the richer you are, the more eccentric you are? There are a lot of rich people who are rich and like to steal. My money bag hanging around your waist is the iron proof." !"

The soldier pushed Ruth away.

"What nonsense are you talking..." Ruth staggered to a stop, and opened his mouth in shock as soon as he lowered his head, "...I, no, I don't know where this money bag came from!"

The soldier sneered: "If I believe you, I'm a fool. Come with me!"

On the stairs, Hyacinthus was leaning lazily on the railing, watching the soldiers escort Rus away, and just turned around: "...Hel, are you okay?"

Not so good, Hermes clutched his chest and breathed heavily, Zeus, he was even more perfect than the image in the poems chanted by the mercenaries!

He had just helped an innocent girl in deep trouble with an ingenious little trick that combined stealing and deception in front of the God of Stealing and Deceit!

No more, help, the God of Stealing and Deceit couldn't help but grab the clothes on his chest, feeling his heart was about to be filled with overflowing emotions, and almost blurted out "Whatever you want, Dad will give you!"

Hyacinthus: "..."

He turned his head slowly, and decided to ignore Little Hull's eyes that were too bright—to be honest, his hairs stood on end.

Old Earle had already gone down to appease Nina, and gave her a small amount of silver coins to let her go to rest first.Going upstairs again, she sighed a little, and the wine was almost awakened by these tossings: "Nina is a good girl, but in this world, even ordinary people, it is difficult for girls to protect themselves."

Yacintos' tone sounded like he was casually mentioning: "If there are female soldiers, it should reduce the number of times this happens today."

Old Earle laughed loudly: "How is it possible! Even you Spartans allow girls to participate in training and show their faces, but you don't allow women to serve as soldiers?"

Old Earl didn't take it seriously, waved his hands and walked back to the room, and sat in his old seat: "What did you want to say before you were interrupted?"

Hyacinthus didn't linger too much on the previous topic, and followed the old Earl's words: "Hercules. I told a rumor about him. I heard that there is a magical olive tree in Argos. It was formed from the stick used by Hercules when he performed the twelve impossible tasks. Can you believe it? People in Argos say that because this stick has been stained with the blood of many monsters, there may be The power to fight against the gods."

"Ha!" Old Earl sneered, "Of course, Argives. Who wouldn't want to boast that their hometown is related to the gods? I heard this story when I was young, but it was just a rumor. Is there any evidence? ? Do you know why the old Algiades always likes to shoot arrows in front of me, and he always wants to compare himself with Hercules? My ancestors once served the great Hercules."

"...?" Hyacinthus raised his eyebrows quite unexpectedly.

He just mentioned casually, who knew that the tavern that his elder brother dragged him into at will happened to be one of the "gateways" written down by his father, and it happened that his ancestors had served Hercules?

Old Earl said: "That wooden stick is nothing special, think about what it was originally made of - an ordinary vine on the coast. So what if it was poured with the blood of various monsters? Really? Speaking of magic, it’s Hercules’ golden arrow.”

Oss's expression hovered between "I think you're talking nonsense" and "Really?": "Hercules has many artifacts bestowed by the gods, not just the golden arrow. Moreover, bows and arrows are not passed to other people in the end. Is there anyone?"

Old Earl waved his hand: "That's the rumor you heard, I'm a family history passed down from generation to generation. Hercules did have many artifacts, but in the end those artifacts were either returned, damaged, or given to others. Only the golden arrows, he kept two."

He raised his finger before Oss said: "Don't argue with me. You heard the rumors that Hercules had several golden arrows. In short, when my ancestors buried Hercules, they put them in his grave Putting down two golden arrows, he carried two golden arrows until he was raised to Hercules by Zeus."

Perhaps it is related to the history and honor of his family. While telling the story, the old Earl kept observing the expressions of everyone with his eyes. He pursed his lips.

The old man immediately exploded: "Why, you don't believe it?"

Hermes shrugged: "Don't get me wrong, I've heard of all the rumors you mentioned about the olive tree and the golden arrow. It's just that Zeus elevated Hercules to Hercules..."

Old Earl stared at him warily: "Don't you want to say that's not the case? You, a mortal, have you ever witnessed with your own eyes that there is no Hercules on Mount Olympus?"

Hermes raised his hands: "Don't get angry, friend, what you said is right." In order to comfort his old friend, Hermes assured Jacintos again, "I agree with what Earl said. I've heard that olive wood is really useless, but those golden arrows are really powerful. After being soaked in the blood of fierce beasts, they do have the power to kill gods."

Only then did Old Earl snort, squinted at Hermes, and slowly calmed down under the flattering smile of the other party.

He slumped back on the chair comfortably again, and said to Jacintos and Oss: "I was in Elis, and I have heard about Sparta to some extent. The Yagiade family is not the only one of you two in this generation." Heir? How could they allow you to come out together?"

The internal conflicts in Sparta are not easy to tell outsiders. Jacintos casually picked up a bunch of ice grapes and said, "I am escorting my brother to the Olympic Games."

"?" Old Earle's eyes widened. After a while, he wisely swallowed some questions that were destined to be unanswered, and then said, "Just an escort? There is more than one quota for each city-state, you don't plan to participate? "

"..." Yacintos kept smiling and didn't speak immediately.

He lightly touched the surface of the grapes with his fingertips, and put the bunch of ice grapes back on the plate intact.

If he had known what competition he could participate in half a year earlier, he would have actively wanted to go without asking, but since the foreshadowing dream, he would return to that dark dream almost every once in a while.

He ran in the boundless darkness, exhaustion and soreness almost spread from his soul, so that he woke up in the forest area of ​​Arcadia a few days, he called Aka's name before opening his eyes, thinking Asked Aka to massage his limbs, and was vigilantly tortured by Oss about Aka's various information and whether he had an innocent relationship with him.

The events of the Olympic Games include running, but looking at the long track now, he has the urge to find a place to lie down immediately.

Jacintos said vaguely: "With my brother here, I can't do it this time. And I have other things to do. Do you know where the blacksmith shop is more reliable and can undertake a large number of custom-made armor and weapons? I have a lot on hand. Jewelry can be used as payment."

"Mass customization? Armor and weapons?" Old Earl looked a little embarrassed, "You know that mass customization in a foreign country is easy to cause trouble, right? Now it's during the Olympic Games, and Ellis is concerned about this kind of business that may cause disputes." Be very vigilant. Moreover, most of the reliable blacksmith workshops in the city have already cooperated with the Chamber of Commerce. It is impossible for them to directly accept the jewelry in your hand..."

He paused, and then said: "If you really want to do this business, you can try negotiating with the president of the chamber of commerce. But recently, the president of the chamber of commerce in Elis has only changed candidates, and the new president rarely shows up. .”

Hyacinthus: "Can't you help introduce me?"

Old Earl shrugged: "I don't really like to cooperate with people who hide their heads and show their tails. Moreover, the recent changes in Elis are not limited to the chamber of commerce. Some time ago, some kind of 'mercenary association' was established here... Those mercenaries don't gather together. It's very annoying to be together, and now I have an association, I'm afraid that the tree will attract the wind, and one day that group of desperadoes will rush in the door together and kill me and rob me."

Hyacinthus frowned slowly, and exchanged glances with Oss.

No wonder they were sensitive, they had been assassinated by mercenaries so many times along the way, it was hard for them not to suspect that this association might have something to do with His Majesty Old Xang.

Old Earl: "Well, but I know that the president of the new Chamber of Commerce is going to hold a dinner party tomorrow."

Hermes' eyes lit up, and he squeezed his head and said, "Want to go? Yashin? I can get you an invitation."

"Stay away from my brother." Oss immediately put his hand against his head and cast a shocking gaze.

Just as Hermes was about to fight back, he heard a drunken shout from downstairs: "He... Hel, my most loyal son! Come on, I want you to meet the beautiful and hot Onia! "

If you don't listen to the content, this voice can be called pleasant, full of the charm of an adult man, but coupled with a woman's charming smile...

"..." Hermes' expression changed instantly. Before Oss, including Hyacinthus, could react, he grabbed the mask in Hyacinth's hand, and quickly and roughly put it on, making sure to cover his face. If it didn't work, he reached out and grabbed Jacintos' shoulder like lightning, and turned him around abruptly.

Hyacinthos wore his mask on one side, facing the wall: "...?"

The author has something to say: This is the second update~