spartan ancestor

Some people have the thickness of their skins as well as their riding skills.

But considering that the gaze of justice could not make the other party wake up, Aka just looked at Yacinthos blankly for a while, then turned his eyes back to Neliu, frowned and thought for a moment: "Familiar, who?"

"You don't remember?" Jacintos raised his eyebrows.

He didn't know when Neliu's screams would stop, but it was obvious that the approach of the crowd would only have the opposite effect.

Yacintos waved at the soldiers who wanted to gather around, and adjusted his position so that no one would rush over and trample on Neliu.

"You have a poor memory. Do you remember the competition between Cleo and me?" Considering that the person involved was right in front of him, Hyacinthos leaned slightly towards Aka and said in a low voice, "When it's over, don't you?" It was Neliu who came over and told me that my father was looking for me and took his brother Kleo away by the way? He was lame and was kicked by Kleo, do you remember?"

Aka was riding on the horse, and had to bend slightly in order to listen to Hyacinthus.

He had a little impression of the feature of lameness. He frowned and nodded after recalling for a moment: "He looked very sensible at that time."

Not at all what it is now, hysterical like a can full of screams.

"..." Yacintos looked down at Neliu, who was drowned in coughing and screaming again, feeling a little helpless, "You can't blame him."

After all, Neliu's father and elder brother had just died in front of the Senate. Even though all the wars were started by the old Kesang and Kleo, for Neliu, it was a sudden loss of two close relatives.

Although these two close relatives didn't take him to heart at all.

Yacintos rubbed his nose. Although he was not the one who did it, from Neliu's perspective, he could be regarded as the enemy who killed his father and brother. No wonder Neliu screamed hysterically when he saw him approaching.

Hyacinthus tried to squat down slowly on the spot, and said softly: "Neru, calm down. I swear to you on the honor of the Argiade family, I will not hurt you... Tell me he was not fainted by me It's over."

Aka: "..."

Obviously, yes.

"..." Yacintos rested his hand on his forehead, "I just said I wouldn't...forget it."

This was the first time that someone was fainted by fright instead of excitement when he approached actively. Coupled with the complexity of the matter, Jacintos didn't know how to react for a while.

He took a deep breath and reached out to pat Neliu's face.

The crippled little prince just passed over for a short time, and Yacinthos didn't use much strength, Neliu trembled suddenly, opened his eyes, and opened the screaming can again the first time he realized that there was someone around him .

Hyacinthus firmly grabbed Neliu's shoulder this time: "Listen, I want you to calm down like a Spartan man. I know that the death of His Majesty Xan and Cleo has shocked you It's big, but it also means that you are now the Crown Prince of the Eurypontid family. Stop screaming! Look like a Spartan, come with me to meet the elders, the responsibility of the Eurypontide family You still need to bear it, no matter what fear or hatred you have in your heart, as one of the future kings of Sparta, you have no right to be weak!"

As if he couldn't hear Jacintos' words at all, Neliu covered his head and poured out more screams. Jacintos was afraid that after the screams were poured, Neliu, the can of screams, would break.

He let go of his hands in a retreat, stood up and took a few steps back.

He cannot and should not require others to be the same as himself.

In any case, it was Neliu who suffered the pain of bereavement. He couldn't just stand on a high ground and tell Neiliu what to do and what not to do with just a few words, like a bastard who can't talk while standing.

Hyacinthus looked at Neliu and sighed silently.

With such a pair of father and elder brother, it is conceivable how bad the living environment of Neliu, who was born lame, is. Although this cowardly reaction will make the Spartans cast aside, but as Yacintos himself Say, can understand.

He whispered: "I saw these things you packed. Do you really want to leave Sparta? You know that if you stay, when you are 20 years old, you will be able to ascend the throne and become one of the twin kings of Sparta. And you If you leave, the Olipontide family will no longer continue..."

Neliu was still screaming, but her voice was so weak that she was about to collapse.

"..." Yacintos paused for a moment, then untied the money bag at his waist, "Then at least take the silver coins, and this horse. Don't go to Parnon Mountain, where there may be wolves left behind. There is a port across the mountains, where the frontiersmen and Hilos live, there is no Spartan army, it is very safe, and you can follow the merchant ships to leave by water.”

They had spent enough time here, and there were no soldiers wandering around. Yacintos put down the purse, and instead of standing there waiting for Neliu to slow down, he only rubbed the bay red horse, and then turned and walked towards aka.

He stretched out his hand very naturally, grabbed A-Ka's arm and got on the horse, with a calm expression as if he had said so earlier: "Let's go, don't be in a daze."

"..." A-Ka tensed up like a marble statue in an instant.

Although this was a bit wicked, Hyacinths couldn't help laughing.

He roughly imagined A-Ka's mood at this time, and he probably wanted to escape, but he couldn't escape.

Just as he was about to say a few more words, he teased that once someone stepped into a safe social distance, Aka would be like being petrified by Medusa, and a figure galloped towards the Acropolis from afar.

Ai Zhi hurriedly shouted after a long distance: "Your Highness! His Majesty Una is unconscious!"

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In a Zeus temple that has been abandoned for a long time, but was temporarily activated by the main god.

The West Wind God stood in the backyard, his fingers clenched uncontrollably, and he crushed the broom in his hand with a snap: "Incompetent Eurypontides!"

He was so angry that his back molars creaked, but the joys and sorrows of the gods were not the same.

In the temple separated by a window, Zeus is having an ups and downs with his new beauty.The old wooden altar creaked, and the beauty's voice was particularly moving, but all these could only add fuel to the anger of West Wind God.

But he didn't dare to protest to Zeus, so he could only lower his voice and say through the connection with the statue: "You guys have let me down so much!"

Of course he had reason to be angry.

Before the war started, he personally calculated and weighed the military strength of both old Xang and Jacintos. It seemed that there were not many people on Lao Xang's side, but in fact, there were many big noble families with deep background standing behind them. With most of the financial and military strength of the entire Sparta, if they really do their best, they may not be able to fight the army assembled by Hyacinthus.

But the more people have, the more cautious they are.

Before the war broke out, even Old Kesang hesitated again and again, and did not use all his courage, let alone those nobles who always knew how to protect themselves wisely. The family's money bank is tightly guarded, as cunning as a pack of hyenas waiting to reap the benefits of the fisherman.

The great nobles actually had something to say: "We thought that with your blessing, winning this war would be like getting something out of a pocket, and all our energy was spent preparing for the ritual of fulfilling our vows..."

The implication is that if you want to win the war and you need to work as hard as before, what is the difference between having the blessing of the gods and not having the blessing of the gods?Oh, your blessing is the rain to cheer us up?

The West Wind God was so angry that he fell on his back.

If it wasn't for Apollo's heavy attack, his injury is still not healed, so why does he rely on these useless mortals? !

The more you take a step back, the more you think about it, the more angry you become, and the more you think about it for a while, the more you suffer.

Xifengshen gritted his teeth, raised his arm, gathered the supernatural power he had recovered with great difficulty after taking a leisurely time to cultivate, and wanted to strangle one or two big nobles to "enjoy the fun".

The tail of the westerly wind rolled up in the backyard of the temple, and inadvertently swept over the bouquet of flowers that Zeus gave to his lover on the open-air altar.

Flowers were accidentally swept to the ground.

To be honest, it's not a big deal, one of Xifeng's lovers is in charge of the spring breeze and flowers, and if necessary, he can send another cart of the same flowers at any time.

But when the flower has another function besides beauty, things are more complicated.

In the temple, Zeus was fighting fiercely, without any precautions. Originally, the foreign object he specially asked Hephaestus, the god of fire, to suppress his divine light—that is, the bouquet of flowers—was suddenly When it fell to pieces, the divine light that had been blocked suddenly flourished, and Zeus only had time to stretch out his hand and yell "No", and the beauty who was originally warm and fragrant nephrite in his arms was burned into a handful of coke in an instant.

Which man can bear this kind of shock, not to mention whether he has feelings - Zeus has always only had physical needs for women, not emotional needs, but now his physical body is also frightened by coke!

The beauty didn't realize that she was dead, and the soul of the dead was still leaning delicately in Zeus' arms, but at this time Zeus looked at his lover's face again, and only the scene of the red face zooming into the black skull repeatedly played back in front of him, disgusting his face. Scary to see.

He pushed away his lover who was still trying to come over like an electric shock, full of anger—and aggrieved because he was frightened and cut off, and strode out of the temple: "Hermes! How do you—— "

"?" Xifengshen turned around in confusion.

"..." Zeus realized the moment he saw the West Wind God. Hermes was no longer here to lure Hera away.

Temporarily taking his place is the God of West Wind, but before I got into my brain, I completely forgot about this, and I thought it was Hermes who helped release the wind, so I put the flowers on the altar directly, acquiescing to Hermes Knowing how to keep it for himself, he couldn't wait to drive with his lover in his arms.

His face turned blue and white for a moment, and regret for a moment.

If I had known earlier, he would not have resorted to external objects because he was too troublesome, and would have controlled the divine light by himself.Although this requires a part of attention, the "battle" may not be so smooth...

But do you just admit it?

Zeus stretched out his hand angrily, and the scepter appeared in his palm, and he pointed at the West Wind God: "I will entrust you with a task, a task of releasing the wind. You can't even do such a simple thing?"

Thunder mixed with the anger of Zeus, fell from the sky, and split the West Wind God into pieces.

It was the West Wind God who accidentally released the wind while releasing the wind: "...?!"