spartan ancestor

Spartan Chamber.

In order to facilitate the treatment of doctors, the soldiers gathered the wounded in several spacious places.

The main hall originally used for discussing government affairs was also temporarily remodeled, and the elders such as His Majesty Una and Old Tidallie were here.Several doctors hurriedly shuttled around the hospital bed made of tables and chairs. The copper basin and white cloth in their hands were blood-colored, adding a touch of heaviness to the atmosphere.

Yacintos strode around the messy hospital beds, and saw His Majesty Una lying quietly with his eyes closed on the long table at the top of the hall.

"What's the matter?" Yacintos suppressed some shortness of breath, and asked the doctor who was examining His Majesty Una in a low voice, "Where is the injury, how did you become unconscious?"

The doctor smiled wryly: "It's hard to say. So far, no trauma that may have caused coma has been found, but His Majesty's chest and abdomen have obvious bruises. It may be that he was hit by a heavy hammer and caused internal injuries."

Compared with the obvious trauma, this kind of internal organ damage is the most terrible. The doctor can only bandage other wounds for His Majesty Una, and there is nothing left to do.

Jacintos's heart skipped a beat, and just as he was about to call out to stop the doctor who turned and left, something hooked his hand hanging by the long table.

Hyacinthus: "..."

Probably not... He slowly lowered his gaze, and saw the half of His Majesty Una's fingers protruding from the corner of the quilt covered by the doctor for His Majesty the King.

"..." Yacintos took a deep breath, reminding himself to laugh and not to be unfilial.

In any case, His Majesty Una suffered serious injuries. His thigh was pierced by a spear, and his left elbow was pierced with a scimitar with a deep bone. It is already a miracle to be awake, but as for why the brain is broken and pretends to be comatose, Hyacinthus decided to indulge the wounded man's occasional whimsy.

He moved his lower body calmly so that no one would notice His Majesty Una's overly active fingers compared to the unconscious man. He kept a gloomy expression on his face and turned his gaze to the hospital bed next to him.

Other doctors are treating the elders.

These patients are much more dedicated than a majesty pretending to be dizzy. The doctor stabbed their arms and ankles with bone needles, and they can still insist on discussing politics: "...what should we do now?"

The tone of the person who spoke sounded that apart from enduring the pain, he also had the feeling of having to pinch his nose and accept a fact that he was unwilling to face: "Old Una fell. But Sparta has only experienced war. There are a lot of things waiting for the king to deal with. Look outside the chamber! How many people are holding official duties and waiting for orders. We need a new king to take on the responsibility of taking the helm of Sparta. But the only crown prince who is qualified now is Hyacinthus Your Highness."

All the elders were silent for a while, and their faces showed the same expressions as those who asked the question.

In fact, it is very simple to maintain the double-king system. Keep the old Kesang or Cleo’s life, sway their rights, wait for the next generation to be born, and train them to be qualified kings. The double-king system can continue .

But now, both Old Kesang and Cleo are dead. Logically speaking, they can be held accountable for cutting off the royal bloodline, but whoever said that those who participated in the shooting of Old Kesang were their own children can only hold their noses and admit it. , with a unified caliber to call old Xan and others war criminals who betrayed Sparta, anyway, this is the truth.

Someone tried to think about it and said: "I remember, there should be a direct bloodline of the Oripontide family, called... Niepa? Or something, he shouldn't have participated in the mess of old Xang, right? Where? Old Xan and Cleo are both dead, and he is the current crown prince of the Oripontide family."

"Oh, do you think I haven't thought about it? When I was cleaning up the mess, I sent someone to look for the Oripontide family settlement. This kid is not there at all, and he probably escaped."

"What? Bring him back! Even if an escaped Spartan is not worthy of the throne, he is the only remaining direct bloodline of the Eurypontid family, and his descendants may become qualified kings!"

"I think it's feasible...the two kings governing together can effectively avoid the possible losses caused by the tyrant's will. I think this tradition should be continued."

"Oh, about this topic," Jacintos listened to the discussion of the elders, and said casually, "Can I mention a candidate? In fact, there is a royal blood here, such as my brother?"

"..." The discussion among the elders came to an abrupt end.

Old Tiedale coughed: "Yacintos, His Majesty Una is in a coma now, it's time to fulfill your responsibilities as the crown prince. You will take care of the political affairs on your behalf first, and discuss other matters later." Just finished speaking, He raised his voice and shouted to the outside of the conference hall, "Come in, all the rest will be in charge of His Royal Highness Jacintos."

The officers and guards at the door had been waiting for a long time with various official duties, and they rushed in immediately when they heard the sound. Before Yacintos had time to stare at the old fox Tiedale, he was overwhelmed by the crowd.

The war has just ended, and everything from the placement of the wounded to the economic loss is quite urgent. Everyone rushing in is rushing forward with their official duties in their hands. Those who cannot squeeze in will raise their voices, trying to use their volume to achieve the effect of cutting the queue. , Yacintos had to raise his voice: "One by one!"

"Your Highness! The herbs for treatment are no longer enough. How should we make up for the shortage? Or should we give priority to treating certain people?"

"Your Highness, there are a lot of armor and weapons piled up on the square outside. They were all sent by civilians, mixed-bloods and other people who have not been trained at all. They said that this is your private property, and returning it to you is a bit of a hindrance to be honest. Why? deal with?"

"Your Highness, what should we do with the corpses of those war criminals? Just find a place to bury them or do we need to keep some key figures and hang their corpses there as a warning?"

"..." Jacintos began to understand why his father pretended to be dizzy.

So, when Oss came back with the heads of several mercenaries who were trying to escape, what he met was his brother who seemed perfect but actually smiled bitterly: "Do you have fun catching mice?"

At this point, all the corpses have converged.

The armor and weapons from the corpses of the war criminals were stripped off, and the red cloaks were all confiscated and piled up on the execution platform in front of the meeting hall, while the corpses of the soldiers were buried in the mass cemetery.

The relatives of the victims are holding sacrifices to express their condolences for the dead, but there is no sadness on everyone's face, but pride—this is probably the biggest difference between Sparta and other city-states.

The torrential rain has long since ended, and night is approaching quietly.

Oss looked out of the chamber, and the red cloaks stripped from the war criminals were set on fire, and the surrounding Spartan people shouted, but there was a different emotion hidden in their voices than when the old Darth's cloak was burned before. It was like a collective catharsis.

Oss scanned the surroundings before walking to Jacintos, lowering his voice: "I received a letter from you saying that my father's coma was faked? What's going on? How is the situation in the city now? "

Hyacinthus snorted through his nasal cavity, and gestured to the scrolls that had finally been processed around him with his eyes: "You still don't understand why? As for the situation in the city-state... Old Tiedale is a piece of ginger; we sent it out earlier The armor has been sent back, and I am going to donate them to the barracks..."

As he spoke, he and Oss walked outside the meeting hall.

He still has many decrees that he wants to implement, but he is not in a hurry. Depending on his father's attitude, he may inherit the throne within a month or two, and it will not be too late for him to take action after the raw rice is cooked.

After the messy affairs were sorted out one by one, the guards finally took their time to send His Majesty Una and several elders home.Before leaving the meeting room, the last question that this group of senators, who were sometimes dying and sometimes energetic, debated was whether to erect a monument to Cleo.

In any case, the old Xans and his sons belonged to the royal family of Sparta, but Cleo committed suicide in the end. According to the tradition, those who commit suicide are not worthy of having a tombstone with their names engraved on them, and the souls of the dead should linger on the banks of the River Styx forever.

"...What is the result of the debate?" Oss followed behind Hyacinthus, and the two brothers rode their horses towards a familiar yet unfamiliar hill.

Haven't been here for a few months and it doesn't seem like much has changed.

The sacrifices of some family members have not yet ended, and the perfume used to be buried with the corpse is occasionally broken by accident, and the fragrance diffuses in the forest with the night wind.

Hyacinthus nodded in a certain direction: "They didn't agree to allow Cleo and old Xan to enter the royal cemetery, but I asked Aka to help find a stonemason."

This was already considered a relatively remote corner of the cemetery. A-Ka stood silently beside a certain tree, his eyes aimlessly resting on the low-flying dragonfly, and beside him was a stonemason who was chiseling a stele.

It seemed that the stonemason had a lot of dissatisfaction with the work at hand. The hammer struck the chisel with a slightly rough movement. From time to time, he uttered a few broken thoughts and spat at the land next to him.

"..." Oss's originally relaxed shoulders tensed instantly, and his eyes were sharply scratched at Aka, "Do you know that there are people in my personal guards who can do this job?"