spartan ancestor

A civil war is over, and the city-state of Sparta is in ruins.

The original two royal families were only the Argiade family, and there were eight more vacancies in the senate. Even so, the only surviving elders were still arguing about the succession of Hyacinthus, and there was a lot to come up with. A king will not stop when he has a pair.

In this regard, Jacintos expressed empathy, which is understandable.

After all, during this period of time, taking advantage of the power of the king, he has been gradually implementing the New Deal. These elders did not jump up and attack him with knives because their hands and feet have not recovered their ability to move.

"Is there enough manpower in the city-state? Can you allocate a small team to carry out latent missions?" Hyacinthus sat in the meeting room, writing and correcting official documents, and asked his father's guards, "Sparta The healers are helpless against the elders... and my father's injuries, I need a small team to sneak into Argos and go to the Temple of Healing to find a group of healers with real talents and knowledge."

Konoe Banzheng's face twisted for a moment, obviously he had a strong opinion on this.

Although Argos is a neighbor of Sparta, the relationship between the two is quite bad.This villainous neighbor is very ambitious. General Oss' latest foreign battle was to help his friendly country Arcadia repel the invading army from Argos.

In short, this neighbor has always acted arbitrarily with his well-known casting technology, and the city-state has a strong military color. Even if we don't talk about old enmities, the infiltration mission is bound to be difficult.

Yacintos could imagine the guard's expression without raising his head, but he just urged calmly: "Hurry up, maybe we can find hope to heal the elders before they go to the ground."

"Hey!" The elders who were sitting on the chair next to them, who vehemently criticized every order given by Jacintos, were shocked, "Your Highness!"

They turned their eyes to His Majesty Una next to him, as if to sue their parents: "Your Majesty!"

His Majesty Una lay peacefully on the stretcher without even opening his eyes: "Don't count on me, I may faint again at any time, it is already a face to come here to show my face."

This majesty pretended to be unconscious on the bed for a few days, but he was so uncomfortable that he couldn't lie down. When he secretly got up and tried to check the wound by himself, he happened to be caught by the doctor who came to change the dressing.

The doctor was overjoyed to spread the news that His Majesty Una regained his sobriety, but even so, it did not erase His Majesty Una's determination to fish.

The next day, under the urging of coming to invite him to the meeting hall, this His Majesty calmly ordered his guards to find a stretcher and carried him to the meeting hall. quite clearly.

He obviously has no psychological burden on the appearance of being lying on the stretcher being watched by the crowd, and he lies quite calmly.

The elders didn't know the truth, for fear that His Majesty Una would really pass by.

In case something goes wrong, wouldn't they be able to delay Jacintos's succession under the pretext of "Unashan is still in power"?

The elders had no choice but to give up and turn their faces back, and continued to slam Hyacinthus: "Your Highness! Your orders are getting more and more absurd. It is well known that Argos has a feud with us Sparta. The team sent out If it falls to Argos, there will undoubtedly be a new round of disputes. Thank you for thinking of us, but the last thing Sparta needs now is a new war—"

"Then tell your grandsons not to come to my place to cry for funerals." Yacintos propped his chin and yawned with two big dark circles under his eyes, "Also, I advise you to save your energy. Which of the decrees issued was the one that you protested successfully in the end? Why didn’t you skip the unpleasant process in the middle and skip directly to the final consensus?”

He suggested it from the bottom of his heart. After all, since the end of the war, he has been firmly tied to the meeting hall by his official duties, and he has been spinning around for half a month. The longest nap is to sit on a chair and take a nap.

During this period of time, there are seven or eight new orders that have been implemented.

Each item is a vague general direction. To be truly implemented, it is necessary to fill in the details one by one.

The only thing that is relatively simple may be to confiscate the property and land of all war criminals who started the civil war, including Eurypontide, and transfer them to those who have lost their source of income due to the annexation of the land by the city-state.

The more complicated new decree involves the traditional system of Sparta.

Jacintos deliberately recruited the little Tieleo and others who were considered "guilt" to be lobbyists. After a rather exhausting struggle, he finally passed at the Citizens' Assembly this earth-shaking statement in Spartan history. Proposal for:

All the black laborers became freedmen, and like the frontier people, they were all Spartan citizens with equal citizenship.

When the proposal was passed, almost everyone had incredible expressions on their faces, looking at each other as if they were asking, "Are you kidding me? Why did you agree??"

After the meeting ended, people didn't know how they left like sleepwalking. They walked a long way in the direction of home in a daze, and then they suddenly reacted and questioned:

"I count on the implementation of His Royal Highness Yacintos' decree 'allowing intermarriage' to support this proposal. What are you doing for it?"

"It's not that you don't know that the decree issued by His Highness Jacintos allows the Spartans to engage in commerce and handicrafts during non-war times. I don't want to confront His Highness Jacintos before this decree is finalized!"

"Oh, then you don't even look at me. His Royal Highness Jacintos said that all the armor and weapons lent out in the battle before, he will donate to the barracks for those who have no financial ability to prepare equipment for themselves. My little one My son will be ready for training next year, even if His Highness Hyacinthus suddenly announces that the sun is a donkey that goes around Sparta every day, I will support it with both hands and feet."

"I don't need to explain? My family was allocated new land before, and I invited you to eat roasted hares in the barracks. Everyone knows that I can't fight His Highness Jacintos."

Hyacinthos was dragged by the government affairs and had no chance to leave the meeting hall, so he could not hear these discussions, but there were also many discussions among the nobles who participated in politics in the meeting hall.

What surprised Jacintos was that when he formally proposed equal rights this time, nearly half of the nobles actually supported it, most of whom were young and middle-aged.

After the political discussion ended, these nobles left together in twos and threes, and Yacintos saw faint excitement on the faces of this group of people.

At that time, he couldn't help raising his eyebrows, pricked up his ears, and heard some faint words.

I don't know if he heard it wrong, or these nobles were making some cryptic metaphors, Yacintos seemed to hear them muttering about "muses and horses".

Looking back now, Hyacinthus still didn't understand what the group of nobles were talking about, and could only speculate that the reason they agreed was that young people were more receptive to new ideas.

The voices of the elders were still tirelessly drilling into his ears: "...I think it's too hasty. I can barely understand that you hope to enrich the army by allowing people from Hilo and border people to receive training. But have you After thinking about it, the educational environment of these people is different from that of Spartan children. Spartan parents will let their children adapt to the dark and be alone from an early age, but these children are not. They won't have the same determination and perseverance as a Spartan kid, and even if trained, they're likely to cry and give up very quickly."

Jacintos didn't even bother to lift his eyelids, and only reminded: "After the New Deal, there is no distinction between Hilos and frontier people. They are all Spartan people."

"-Okay, then 'part of the people of Sparta'!" The elder who spoke was a little annoyed, "How are you going to solve the problem I just mentioned?"

Jacintos stopped writing and looked at the elder: "That's why the decree emphasizes, 'Only passing the trial can be officially enlisted in the army'. I think you should agree that those who can receive the full training and pass the final trial are enough Meet the standard of becoming a Spartan soldier?" He tapped the desktop, and said, "And the decree has made it very clear that 'deserters are not allowed to join the army within three generations and will be punished jointly'. For the sake of my own quality of life, I I am sure that these families who apply for training must have thought it through carefully."

The elders began to quarrel again, as noisy as a group of newborn babies:

"What are the joint punishments? How many generations will be linked up? Shouldn't there be a certain amount to be discussed?"

"This is secondary. Anyone who can pass the test can become a soldier. However, the governor has to choose one from the Hilo people and one from the border people. This is simply ridiculous! How can they know how to supervise the government? You keep saying it yourself "From then on, there will be no distinction between Hilos, border peoples, and Spartans, only the people of Sparta", but your proposal for the selection criteria for the registrar is not slapping yourself in the face?"

"You said that you want to reduce the taxes of border residents, how will you reduce them? How much will you reduce?"

Hyacinthus smiled and nodded, as if he was listening, but his eyes had already landed on the scroll, right next to a group of quacking ducks.

Before writing a few words, a glass of water suddenly appeared beside the table.

Aka withdrew his hand indifferently, and dropped another dozen letters along the way, as well as a few bundles of scrolls: "They are all letters from the Elis merchant, asking about the Spartan business line."

As a black laborer with outstanding military exploits in the civil war, Aka was also commended. Yacintos gave Aka the title of crown prince guard for his own benefit, which was convenient for Aka to come and go, and also convenient for him to command others. mutually beneficial.

"It's hard work, let me take a look first." Yacintos stretched out his hand, and was about to get the scrolls, but missed, and his fingertips brushed the tails of the scrolls.

A-Ka held the scroll that had just been put down, lowered his eyelashes, and stared from top to bottom, making people inexplicably nervous as if being lectured: "How long have you not rested?"