spartan ancestor

After several years of keeping a low profile, Yacintos has become used to not being shameless in everything, and it can be regarded as the first time in many years that he clearly showed surprise and doubt like this.

It wasn't until he sorted out his emotions and restored the surface to be calm and breezy that he realized that the banquet hall was horribly quiet.

The sound of high-spirited talk, hypocrisy and pretentiousness is gone, only the sound of musicians strumming the lyre and singing has not stopped.

In the auditorium of Nuo Da, only the clear strings and the poet's singing are left, colliding and echoing on the four walls.

Jacintos noticed with sharp eyes that those guests unexpectedly took a step back at some point and watched them cautiously. It was hard to imagine what Akka had done to make these people face the host of the dinner, but did out this reaction.

A-Ka seemed not to feel those gazes, and stood there for a while, then lowered his eyelids, reached out to pick up the ice grapes in the fruit plate, and peeled them.

For a moment, Hyacinthus had a brief illusion, as if the other party had a lot to say, but Aka's behavior showed that he was completely self-indulgent.

The young servant came back to his senses slowly, stepped forward quickly, and said more courageously than most of the guests present: "Do you want to eat grapes? Please let me peel them!"

He stretched out his hand, wanting to take the bunch of ice grapes, but when he was about to touch it, A-Ka slightly tilted his hand, and the young servant missed the ice grapes.

"Cough," Yacintos spoke to A-Ka again with his thick skin, "Why are you here?"

When asking, Hyacinthus was also pondering quickly in his mind. He asked Tana to confirm that Aka was able to stay in the yard. Aka was born and raised in Sparta. Leaving Spartan territory.Could it be that Tana's investigation was wrong?

He was a little reluctant to think this way. After all, following this line of thinking, he had to consider why A-Ka lurks by his side, was able to forge the background so perfectly, and whether he was in collusion with someone inside Sparta...

His mind was full of thoughts, but he didn't show it on his face. He continued to use the tone he used to chat with A-Ka before: "Where are the others?"

Aka is here, what about Alan and the others?

A-Ka didn't answer, the hand that was peeling the grapes just paused for a moment, and then resumed its movement.

This period of silence was uncomfortably long, so that Hyacinthos was a little unsure. Although he continued to stick to the same place with a thick skin, his eyes involuntarily swept to Aka's waist.

Gone was the gold belt with the Algiade family crest engraved on its stripes.

A-Ka's preference for clothing has not changed, but now there is no gold belt, no those cumbersome bags that always hang around his waist, and his whole body is clean and white.

At first glance, it is a bit dazzling, like the snow on the top of Mount Olympus, cold and alienated, revealing a sense of aloofness and unreal distance that ordinary people can't hope to reach.

Yacintos was still staring at the thin waist, and the owner of the waist finally opened his mouth: "It's here too."

Aka's tone seems to be the same as before, it sounds calm and indifferent, and it doesn't violate the harmony to switch the chat content to "what to eat tonight": "Before I received the message from Gray Eagle, I had already found the mercenary's lair , exchanged their heads for a bounty. Considering that the Temple of Poseidon is not suitable for settlement and healing, I took them over and used that wealth to do some small business."

……small business?

Hyacinthus couldn't help raising his eyebrows, and glanced at the businessmen and nobles who were watching cautiously, and couldn't help but want to laugh.

If these words were spoken louder, I am afraid that the faces of these people would all turn liver-colored.

Moreover, there seems to be a big gap between the resettlement and the becoming the president of the new chamber of commerce?Besides, how long has it been...

However, Jacintos did not intend to ask these questions, but picked up the glass of wine used to pretend: "Is there any clue in the mercenary lair?"

"..." A-Ka took the handkerchief from the servant and wiped his fingers meticulously, "Yes."

Aka turned around and finally faced Jacintos again: "Most of the letters have been discarded, only a small part of the letters. The leader of the mercenaries specially found a box to put them away, probably to keep them as handles. The letters Signed by the old Xang and several elders."

This is only what survived, Aka said: "According to the content of the letter, the Spartans who know and have contact with that group of mercenaries are not only old Xan and those few elders."

It's just that the name cannot be tested. If you want to go deeper, you may have to get it from old Kesang and those few veterans.

Hyacinthus nodded: "I—um."

A cold and wet grape was held against his lips.

Jacintos opened his mouth subconsciously, and the round and plump grapes slipped into his mouth. The cool and sweet juice spread in his mouth, dispelling the lingering heat at the end of the Mediterranean summer.

Aka withdrew his hand before his fingertips touched Jacintos' lips, and put the plate full of processed grapes in front of Jacintos.

Hyacinthus plucked the grapes in his mouth with his tongue, and couldn't help laughing.

He cast his eyes on the wall covered with masks, and the doubts about why the host of the banquet likes to collect masks were also explained: "I didn't tell you that I was coming to Elis. Is this fate? When did you find out that I'm here? And knew I needed a mask."

A-Ka took the handkerchief again, and wiped his wet fingers again: "Do you like any? Go pick one."

A few months ago, Jacintos also said this to Aka, who would have thought that one day the feng shui cycle would turn.

Hyacinthus shook his head amusedly, and walked to the mask wall to look at it.

This time, no servant dared to jump up and say "don't touch", and he looked more carefully—mainly to distinguish which mask might be more valuable: "What do you think of this one? Is it the most expensive among them? How many silver coins can I exchange for?"

"..." Aka's expression seemed a little speechless, he put down his handkerchief and walked behind Jacintos, his voice was low and deep, "Pick the ones you like, and sell the rest for silver coins."

Aka's breath hit the back of Jacintos' neck, causing Jacintos to shrink his neck, and let him move away with a smile: "Then which one is the cheapest?"

He was joking, and finally picked out a gold mask, decorated with just enough rubies, to match Hyacinthus' collection of red clothes.

Before replacing the old mask, A-Ka graciously led him into the back hall and opened a temporary room for the drunk guests.

It is said to be a temporary room, but there is actually a mystery hidden in it.

When Hyacinths put on a new mask and turned his head to the mirror, Aka walked to the wall near the banquet hall, pushed away the lyre hanging on the wall, and revealed a small peek-in window, and the lively voice penetrated instantly. come over.

After the host of the banquet left, the dead place came back to life in an instant, and more heated discussions and whispers erupted than before.

Hyacinthus listened a little distractedly, and could still distinguish what the guests were saying from the noisy voices:

"Damn it, when I saw that masked man followed by a personal servant, I felt that his identity must be unusual. It's just that I wanted to be sure, so I didn't go up to talk to you..."

"What's the use of saying this now? Anyone with eyes knows that he has a very close personal relationship with the new president. There will definitely be a bunch of people eager to flatter us later, and we may not be able to squeeze ahead."

"Ha! That's why I said that in business, if you want to make friends, you can't look back. I raised a glass to him just now, and I'm sure he'll remember who first showed him kindness."

"I always think his interaction with the president is weird...Which man would peel and feed grapes to his male friends?"

"Then what's the matter? If they were lovers, wouldn't the relationship be closer? And this kind of thing is not clear, but some people express their friendship in different ways. Didn't you hear what happened in the Olympic Games this morning? Yaga, you know? He has a Spartan friend, so close that the Spartan hugged Yaga three times in public. And you must have heard the name of this Spartan—that is An invincible general of Oss!"

"Wait, speaking of it this way, this blond man wearing a mask looks familiar... Isn't he the young crown prince who came with General Oss?"

"Oh, that's hard to say. Maybe this is the ethos of Sparta? It's just that we haven't had the chance to deal with the Spartans. I wonder if their expression of friendship may be different from other city-states?"

Hyacinthus: "..."

Discussions suddenly turned sour, and strange rumors increased.

He backed away in shame, wanting to stop listening to these nonsense, when a familiar voice came to his ears: "...How do I know?! Hyacinthus should never have left Sparta, but I also want to Ask old Ksan, when did Yacintos know the president of the new chamber of commerce."

"?" Yacintos turned his gaze to the viewing window, and a few pieces of cloth passed through the hollowed-out window, apparently Yaga and his companions stopped here by chance.

These companions all sound pissed off:

"You still want to deceive us? What are we all to you? A monkey with a brain only as big as a walnut kernel? Anyone with eyes has seen the hug between you and Oss on the field!"

"This is your purpose? Talking sweetly, calling us brothers on the surface, and secretly plotting to drag us down the pit? Well now, we have to make enemies with the president! It's not like you don't know that the new president and the old How different the president is, look at those who want to violate the agreement he made, I don't want to join them one day."

"You lured us into the old Xang's camp, and you yourself sided with the Yakiad family? Phew, don't think about it!"

Yaga's tone gradually changed from anxious to irritable: "How many times have I said it! I didn't, and I don't know what happened!"

A-Ka originally folded his arms, leaning against the bed rail next to him, listening silently.Hearing this, he raised his head thoughtfully and looked at Jacintos: "What's going on?"

Hyacinthus: "Hmm..." He shrugged and said boldly, "Maybe I teach too well?"