spartan ancestor

On the field, the young athletes have already started the race, and Yaga's mouth has followed suit for a long distance, just short of writing "I just don't give you a chance to interject, don't mention asking me to help" on his face.

Jacintos simply closed his mouth, and glanced at the other nobles sitting in the auditorium.

They looked at the field and whispered to each other. Occasionally, a few of them cast veiled glances, and then quickly turned their heads away, thinking that there was no trace.

Under the sun, a dazzling silver light flashed across the waist of a certain referee. Jacintos squinted his eyes, looked in the direction, and saw a small silver ornament on the waist of the referee who had returned to the auditorium.

Very unremarkable, looks like an ordinary silver coin.

It is engraved with Dionysus, the god of wine holding a jug and vines, but the difference is that the jug in the hands of the god of wine is not filled with wine, but silver coins.

"..." Yacintos fixed his gaze for a while, then retracted it, his lips under the half-section mask still had a slight smile, but his eyes turned to the pigeon egg ring on Yaga's hand.

The golden setting was engraved with the same design, and the jug full of coins was entwined with vines, surrounding the brightly colored gem.

After finishing his oath, Oss looked for it along the steps: "Why are you running around?"

Hyacinthus bid farewell to Yaga, and walked to their seats with his brother: "It's nothing, I just found something very interesting."

He told Oss about the referee's silver jewelry and Yaga's ring.

The honest man in Oss has an honest thought: "What's the matter? The referees of the competition are all elected from the nobles of Elis. Maybe that referee is from the Yaga family."

"He is the only descendant in Yaga's family, otherwise, how do you think he got the chance to inherit the family wealth with his carelessness?" Yacintos shook his head, "And, I know what it is."

Yacintos thought about it and said: "In the room that Old Earle provided us, there are not many solitary manuscripts? I saw a few maps in one of the manuscripts, and one of them marked many underground gambling places—not small ones. The small ones are gamblers. One of the underground casinos in Elis has a Dionysus holding a pot of gold coins as its symbol."

It doesn't matter whether Yaga goes to the casino or not, but putting the referee and the casino together makes people feel a little restless.

Yacintos said again that Yaga was in the old Xan's position, Oss's brows were locked together and they fought: "We should report to the Olympia Guild Hall to deal with this matter."

Jacinto stepped down and turned to his upright brother: "How many years ago did Old Earl's letters go? This underground casino has been able to take root in Elis for so long, and it must be inextricably linked with the nobles. We reported it to the public hall, and we may not know where the news leaked, and the casino 'disappeared' before the search."

He is persuasive: "If this were on the battlefield, how would you handle it?"

Oss hardly hesitated: "Tell the information to the enemy's enemy—you mean, tell Yaga's political opponent?"

"That's right, strong dragons don't overwhelm local snakes," Jacintos patted his brother's shoulder in relief, "Father also said it seemed difficult, but it turned out that there was just a lack of a reminder to infer other cases from one instance."

Oss: "..."

Oss pondered for a while about the feasibility of beating his younger brother. After all, brotherhood prevailed. He thought for a while: "Then don't report it immediately. According to the referee's oath, he should be in charge of the third day's schedule. Reporting may give those who placed bets a chance to make another move.”

He further drew inferences: "We can also use this to make deals with Yaga's political opponents. First, to draw people to our side. Second, to do them such a big favor, they should at least show a little alliance."

Such as silver coins, silver coins, or silver coins.

"..." Hyacinthus nodded after a while.

The elder brother is also a little bit too much, and the speed of this learning is just like a mudslide.

"Wait a minute." As if suddenly remembering something, Oss turned around and walked back, taking fast but steady steps, and turned back to Yaga's side.

Yaga looked at Oss in a daze, but still stood up, his doubts could not be concealed in his smile, and he just opened his mouth to ask Oss why he went and returned.

Oss stretched out his hand without warning, and gave Yaga a firm hug.

Yaga: "????"

Hyacinthus: "..."

Oss's face was so resolute and solemn that the people around him didn't even dare to talk to him, they all stared at him blankly, clasped Yaga's fat waist with their strong arms, and directly hugged the person's feet off the ground, leaving him on the spot Turned around.

Shocked, is this the friendship from Sparta?

When Yaga was put down, his whole body was like a wooden sculpture, being clubbed to the ground, and question marks gushed out of his slightly bald head like a fountain.

What the hell? ?

He subconsciously turned his head and looked at his friends who had the same standpoint as him, but he saw pairs of suspicious eyes, and those big nobles who were more conspiratorial than the other frowned at him wonderingly.

Oss didn't care if his actions alienated Yarga's military spirit. This was one of his goals. He strode back to the stiff-faced Yacintos and said in a deep voice, "Did you see clearly? These people just now I saw a few nobles sitting on the west side, and when they saw me hug Yaga, they showed disgust and hostility."

"Ah," Jacintos squeezed out a word dryly, "Actually, you can ask about your political stance..."

"Why waste time on things that can be solved easily?" Oss obviously expanded the scope of application of the experience that soldiers are expensive and fast. "The information you hear may not be the truth, and a person's subconscious reaction will not lie."

"..." Hyacinthus kept smiling subconsciously.

Forget it, it's all according to my father's wishes. If there are any consequences, my father will bear it himself after returning home.

This elder brother did what he wanted, so what dissatisfaction does his father have?

Must not have.

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Based on the absence of Oss in the next half day of the game, after the brothers kindly helped Yaga experience the madness, they left the arena and returned to the tavern without looking back.

Old Earl breathed a sigh of relief: "I was scared to death! Fortunately, you came back early. I almost forgot. Have you prepared decent clothes for tonight's dinner?"

The dinner held by the president of the Chamber of Commerce is basically equivalent to a party to show off wealth.

Whether it is clothing, jewelry, or perfume, it may determine whether a guest is rejected and excluded by everyone, or accepted by a circle.

Oss said: "There will be a game tomorrow morning, so I won't go tonight."

"Two invitation letters... Forget it, the competition is important." Yacintos looked down at his clothes, "I won't change the clothes, I don't lack jewelry, perfume..."

He really didn't.

Aka helped him carry these scattered things.The bag hanging on the golden belt was filled with ointments, essential oils and other supplies. Basically, taking A-Ka out was equivalent to taking the whole world with him.

Old Earl regretfully put down the clothes he had prepared, and handed the perfume to Hyacinthus: "This is sesame oil from Ephesus, and it is filled with special precious spices—cinnamon and frankincense from the far east. Anyone who is close to you can smell the breath of wealth. You really don't change your clothes?"

Jacintos glanced at the clothes in Old Earl's hands: "Yes."

This kind of outer robe called Ximachun is already the most solemn and tightly wrapped clothes worn by ordinary people.

But it can't get rid of that it is a splicing of several long cloths, and it is inevitable to expose arms and thighs during actions.

On another occasion, Hyacinthos would be happy to show off the medals of men on his body, but in this kind of chamber of commerce, showing scars would only make these delicate businessmen and nobles feel rude, and would not bring any benefits.

Old Earl murmured: "It's nothing. You can just say that this is a service from a foreign country. But this style is indeed very strange. I wanted to ask a long time ago, why is it so tightly wrapped?"

Jacintos shrugged: "There was a reason why I couldn't show it in Sparta before, and I'm used to it now."

On the other hand, Aka, Yacintos wanted to dress tightly in order to keep a low profile and not reveal the secret of his private training, but Aka didn't know what he was thinking. Every time he helped Yacintos prepare clothes, he also gave himself a complete set Almost the same style, wrapped tightly from head to toe.

However, Akka didn't like to touch people, and Jacintos had reason to suspect that the clothes might have the same function as gloves.

He straightened his sleeves and thought again, to be honest, A-Ka has more than one eccentricity in choosing clothes.

Also, I love to buy red clothes for him and pure white clothes for myself.Thinking about the white cloth in the opponent's hand when he picked up Aka, it might have some special meaning?

He didn't think about it again, and the old Earl had already come out with a dozen portraits: "I'll find out for you, who are the people attending the dinner tonight. The portraits, family background, and personal hobbies are all here. You slowly Look, I'm going to help you prepare an excellent mount."

Old Earl stared at Hyacinthus for a while, finally let go of the mask, turned around and left muttering: "Forget it, there are many people in the chamber of commerce who don't want to show up, and it doesn't matter whether you wear a mask or not."

Old Earl made preparations until evening.When Hyacinths was about to go directly to the banquet, Old Earl came back with a carefully selected stallion from the racetrack, with a depressed expression: "I wanted to go to the market to find a richer mask for you, who I know that I haven't picked a mask that looks pleasing to the eye."

He glanced at Jacintos' mask with resentment, as if it was the only flaw in his careful preparation.

Hyacinthus rode on the horse and listened funnyly to old Earle muttering, "Where are all the beautiful masks gone?" Then he stretched out his right arm, half-hugged the old man, turned the horse's head, and headed towards the banquet .

The banquet venue was set in a public auditorium. With the invitation letter, Yacintos entered the banquet hall smoothly, only being delayed at the door—because weapons were not allowed to be brought into the venue.

When the attendants blocked him, they looked at Jacintos with strange eyes, as if they were saying: "Who goes to the banquet and still has a dagger and a scimitar?"

So, when he walked in, a young servant was pushed out by the head waiter, and followed behind him awkwardly and cowardly, trying to find a reasonable excuse to follow the guest: "You, what do you need? Wine? I can go Help you Sheng."

Hyacinthus' attention was not on the attendant at all—or, in other words, it was hard for everyone who entered the door not to be attracted by the neatly arranged masks that occupied the entire wall.

Hyacinthus followed the flow of people with great interest, and walked to the wall covered with all kinds of exquisite masks, thinking that the old Earl's confusion had been solved, and it seemed that the host of the banquet was the new president of the chamber of commerce. , Bought all the visible masks on the market.

Some masks were designed to be called art, not to mention the gemstones embellished on them. Hyacinths couldn't help but get closer, thinking how much armor this mask could replace?

The young attendant was so nervous that he spoke quickly: "No, I'm sorry, guest! These are all collected by our president, it's best not to touch them..."

His voice became lower and lower, and he buried his head deeply, wishing he could find a hole to get in.

The guest obviously didn't do anything, so he yelled recklessly, it's over, the job he won so hard will be ruined again.

He heard the laughter of the guests around him, and almost fainted, as if those laughter hurt him more than the guests.

Jacintos didn't care, and patted him on the shoulder casually: "Please help me fill a glass of wine and add more water. There is a big business to discuss tonight, so you can't get drunk, right?"

"..." The surrounding guests showed smiles not long ago, and gradually restrained themselves when they saw the young servants really going to serve the wine.

There is a maid serving wine in the banquet hall. Besides this blond man with a half mask and strange costumes, who else has a servant behind him to serve him personally?

Plus "big business"...

The eyes of the people who were watching the show gradually changed, and they all stood up straight, showing a reserved and respectful attitude, and a few people even raised their glasses to Jacintos.

Let them take the initiative to strike up a conversation, it's still a few minutes away, so let's observe and observe...

Yacintos didn't care what the group of people imagined. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a few familiar figures walking in the door. It was Yaga and the group of nobles who were casting secret glances in the audience.

Jacintos immediately took the wine handed by the young attendant, and walked to the corner on his own initiative.

The elder brother took Yajia's army only during the day, and he didn't want to meet this man now, lest he be entangled and asked for an explanation.

He deliberately turned his back, adjusted his angle, and covered himself with the young servant.

While bowing his head to taste the wine, he could still vaguely hear the low-pitched argument between Yaga and his companions:

"...how do you explain it?! It was you who persuaded us to make friends with Old Kesang, and in a blink of an eye you hugged General Oss of the Yagiade family again!"

"Yes, it's not an ordinary hug. I haven't seen any Spartans so enthusiastic before."

Yaga's voice was particularly annoyed: "Enough! I don't know what I said. What's the benefit of lying to you?"

The companions were silent for a moment.

They are all human beings, and seeing that there is no reason to argue, they simply put their deepening doubts back to their hearts, and on the surface they changed the subject smoothly:

"What a beautiful mask wall! How did I never think of decorating the walls of the mansion like this?"

"I think this may be a metaphor... a metaphor for the behavior of the president of the new chamber of commerce.

Yacintos listened intermittently to Yaga and the others as they began to diverge their thinking, deriving various deep meanings from the mask wall, and their eyes fell on the grapes in the fruit plate in the center of the table.

The end of summer in the Mediterranean is also very hot, and the ice grapes under the pillow and covered with frost are particularly attractive.

He paced over, put down the untouched wine, and stretched out his hand to the grapes.

Before the fingertips touched the icy dew-covered skin of the grapes, they first touched another hand with slender knuckles, clear and strong.

He subconsciously withdrew his hand, but the opponent shrank faster than him, and Mimosa, who was stung by a bee, might not react so quickly.

"..." With this movement, Yacintos subconsciously said before seeing the face clearly, "Aka?"

The young servant also spoke almost at the same time: "—President?"

Hyacinthus: "...??"

Well, another puzzle solved too.Why doesn't the president of the Chamber of Commerce like to meet people, he always sees the beginning and the end, because he has anthropophobia.

The author has something to say: Happy New Year's Day~ This is the second update_(:з」∠)_

Finally, on the first day of the new year, Gong Shou was reunited