spartan ancestor

Although he had just quarreled with his friend, Hermes was still clear-headed.He didn't delay in the temple, and turned back to Elis directly. Fortunately, Hyacinthus and Oss had already stayed in the tavern under the warm invitation of the old Earl. It didn't take him much effort to find Hyacinthus.

Hyacinthus was sitting in his room then, reclining in his chair, flipping through the scrolls that old Earl had collected.

It contains various maps and letters. Interestingly, one of the letters says in the form of essays that there are actually many portals to the world in Hades, and the largest one is opened in Elis.

Here is the largest Temple of Hades in the entire Mediterranean. If you are lucky, mortals may even bump into the chariot of Hades traveling at night.

But forget about it during the Olympiad, because Olympiad brothers Hades and Zeus are known to be at odds.

Compared with serious inferences, this looks more like someone wrote it after drunk, with erratic handwriting and very... informal words.

This adds a lot of fun to reading.

Hyacinthus shifted his position with great interest, and continued to look down.

The owner of the letter roughly drew a map, marking the portals of the underworld that he knew, Elis, Corinth, Laconia... almost every place has a small mark.

The owner of the letter wrote under the map that there are so many portals in the underworld, but there are not many rumors about Hades in the mortal world. He seriously doubts that it is because Hades doesn't like to go out, and so many portals are simply for his convenience. When you go out, you will be in place, when you are in place, you will work, and when you finish your work, you will turn around and go home.

Having said that, it’s already quite out of tune. Let’s start a new line, and the owner of the handcuff splits his fork directly, changing the topic to where is the best wine, where is the best tavern for gambling, and even draws another two lines for this. A map, marked in more detail than the portal of the underworld.

After that, he became even more incomprehensible, and he couldn't connect a few words, and his brain was obviously muddy from drinking.

Hyacinthus thought this letter was quite interesting, not because the owner of the letter had speculated about whether Hades was a man or not, but because the maps were quite complete.

All the necessary topographical features are drawn, and in some areas even the military map of Sparta can't depict the details.

He found a pen and paper from the table, and began to trace the map. After thinking about it, he also traced the two maps of the wine production area and the tavern suitable for gambling.

Just after finishing the last stroke, there was a sudden knock on the door, which sounded urgent.

"?" Hyacinthus put down his pen, walked over to open the door, "Little Hull?"

He was a little surprised. Little Hull seemed to be running all the way from somewhere, and he was still panting.

Hermes evened out his breath: "You..." He originally wanted to say, are you okay, the West Wind God didn't come to make trouble, so he stopped in time.

Almost revealed his identity.

Judging by Yashin's appearance, Zephyros probably hasn't made a move yet... Hey, I hope Apollo broke his leg, and he is hiding somewhere to heal his wounds.

Hermes stabbed the little Fengshen in his heart, but smiled on his face: "I didn't live up to my trust, I got two invitations you wanted before."

In fact, he had this invitation letter a long time ago. After all, when he walked around in the mortal world, he used the identity of a young and successful businessman.It's just that he wanted to show that "this invitation letter is hard to get" before, so that Yacintos would appreciate it, so he didn't show it right away.

Hyacinthus didn't notice and wouldn't care about Hermes' little scheme, and took it with some surprise: "Thank you very much. Are you free? I'll buy you a drink when I go downstairs?"

"No," Little Hull said with obvious regret in his tone, "I still have important things to do."

Yacintos had no doubt that he was there, nodded, went out with little Hell, knocked on the door of the elder brother's room next door, and thanked little Hell again: "Thank you very much for your help, I will not delay your work. It just so happened that I also asked my elder brother to register with me, because participating in the Olympic competition requires a large amount of silver coins."

Here I still want to thank Old Kesang for his selfless support from thousands of miles away, saving the money he paid out of his own pocket.

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Hermes left the tavern in a hurry, grinding his teeth all the way: "Damn Zephyrus, I had to reluctantly refuse Yassin's drink!"You better give me honest...

He searched around Elis, and searched all the places where he could hide, but he did not see Zephyrus.

This is very strange.

According to Apollo's description, even if he didn't make a move, Zephyros shouldn't be silent, at least ambushing nearby, right?

With a cautious attitude, Hermes summoned his old friend—the condor that always appeared around the throne of Zeus, and finally found Zephyr in a certain mountainous area in Arcadia.

Apollo really beat Zephyrus hard. When the condor flew over the head of Zephyrus, he didn't even recognize who the pig's head was. He rushed forward to a mountain with flapping wings, only to realize it suddenly, and slapped him violently. Flip back a few times.

Zephyrus curled up in a lair dug out by some kind of cave animal, healing his face with divine power, his eyes fell on a certain piece of air not far away, as if he was talking to someone who was not here .

Hermes frowned, and immediately stepped into the lair: "Zefferos, what are you doing?"

"?!" Zephyros trembled in shock, pulling at the wound, hissing in pain.

He glanced at Hermes with gloomy eyes, and said in a rather bad tone: "What are you doing?"

No one likes to be laughed at, Zephyros tried to straighten his back, trying to hold his posture.

He stared at Hermes, not daring to say too much.After all, as we all know, Hermes is the most trusted son of Zeus. Zephyrus can fight with Apollo, but he dare not easily offend the popular man in front of Zeus.

Hermes thought of a plan early on: "I'm here to convey the will of God the Father—he said he wants you to do some private work for him."

This kind of situation is not unheard of, most likely because the queen Hera was furious and set her sights on Hermes, a stealthy little assistant, so Zeus had to find someone else to do it for her.

Thanks to Zeus for his "fame spread far and wide", Zephyros did not suspect Hermes' fraud at all. He rolled his eyes, thinking about the dispute between himself and Apollo. Back up?

West Wind God clutched his old waist and stood up firmly: "Is there any errand for Your Majesty the God King?"

Hmm... Hermes went through his list of tasks in his mind, and said solemnly: "First of all, clean up these temples where Father God often stays..."

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After registering at the Guild Hall of Olympia and paying the silver coins, Yacintos and Oss were not idle, and found several places one after another according to the route written by His Majesty Una.

It's a pity that not all the merchants stayed in Elis, and the part that stayed has passed away for decades.Their children either disappeared from everyone, or left Elis early to look for new business opportunities.

Yacintos didn't regret it too much, after all, the highlight was obviously on the invitation letter.

They returned to Old Earl's tavern, rested for the night, and rushed to the Olympic venue early the next morning.

Oss did not compete on the first day, but will take part in the opening oath.

Jacintos stood in the auditorium wearing a half-mask, and casually glanced in the direction of the referee's seat.

Elis is a very special place. The Olympic Games, as a grand event for the whole Mediterranean, has given Elis an irreplaceable important position.

For this reason, many city-states will take the initiative to establish diplomatic relations with Elis. Sparta, as a well-known military city-state in the Peloponnese, of course extended an olive branch to Elis early.

Many of the referees standing on the field and taking the oath, and the nobles sitting in the best viewing positions in the back row of the referee's seat, maintain friendly relations with Sparta.

In order to avoid suspicion, Jacintos certainly would not get close to the referee, but those nobles who controlled Elis' politics and economy were the ones Jacintos wanted to get closer to.

In any case, as Elis is an ally of Sparta, Jacintos certainly hoped that these nobles would favor the Argiade family rather than the Euripontide family.

On the field, the oaths of the athletes and referees were over, the fighters blew the trumpets, and the herald announced the official start of the five-day competition.

Yacintos walked along the stairs to the seat in the back row of the referee's seat: "Uncle Yaga, long time no see, how about coming in?"

He was calling for an old acquaintance of a father.

Yaga turned around, with surprise on his chubby face: "Jacinthus! My God," he immediately stood up and pulled Jacintos aside so as not to block the audience behind, "Why did you come here? Ellis? You don’t even know, I almost thought I was hallucinating when I saw Oss in the arena, otherwise how could I see the general of Sparta appearing in the Olympic arena?”

His expression was very enthusiastic, and he held Jacinthos tightly with his hands, and the dove egg ring on his finger clung to Jacinthus.

"..." Hyacinthus kept smiling.

Yaga didn't wait for Yacintos' reply, and continued to shake his hands and said, "You should come to me earlier, and I can find a better place for you two to live. By the way, what happened to your father recently? How is it? We haven’t been in touch for a long time, the last time we met was when I went to Sparta as an envoy, your black broth really made me ‘unforgettable’, hahaha!”

Hyacinthus still did not answer, but the eyes under the mask narrowed slightly.

It is quite "unforgettable".

Unforgettable until the meeting seven or eight years ago, Yaga only saw Yacintos who was fat and balled up in his teens, and he could still recognize the thin and tall 20-year-old Yacintos wearing a mask at a glance.

And, "better places"?

Yaga didn't seem to realize what he had said, and continued to talk about some topics, expressing emotion.

Hyacinthus maintained a light smile, nodding from time to time, like a junior who knew and expressed his ideas, without revealing the thoughts passing through his heart at all.

To be honest, he and Oss came to Elis, and his father didn't inform Yaga in advance, let alone give Yaga's name on the note, which already explained the problem.

But he still wanted to try it after all. How could there be a friend who was once so friendly that he was invited by his father to the xenophobic Sparta as a guest, but finally fell in love with Eurypontides?

——Also, it seems that the old Xan still has not given up on the mercenary plan, and the reward order with the painted head has been updated closely following the mask.

It's just that no mercenary is willing to do anything on this land at this moment, so they can only follow from afar, updating their profile pictures at any time to show their sincerity in doing this business.

What a great way to practice a new craft.