spartan ancestor

Hyacinthus smiled subconsciously, and reached for the scroll again, wanting to haha ​​and perfunctory: "I—"

"On the way here, I met General Oss, who was going to pick up Alan, and told him about your exceptional 'diligence'." Aka didn't stop, leaning against the table, letting Yacinto Si took the scroll from his hand.

"..." Yacintos paused, and the smile on the corner of his mouth froze slightly.

Is it necessary to kill [-] enemies in this way and harm [-]?He conveyed the condemnation to A-Ka with his eyes, but quickly picked up the messy scrolls in his hands.

The elders who were arguing next to him stopped for no reason: "Your Highness, what are you doing?"

Outside the conference hall, Oss's red cloak had already rolled in. Under the master's anger, the faded red seemed to be menacing: "Do what a living person should do! How many days have you not slept?!"

"..."

It is no exaggeration to say that the elders were stunned.

They have seen Una juggling double axes and sleeping on a stretcher in the meeting hall, and Jacintos talking nonsense in the meeting hall, but in their eyes, Oss is always the most special existence in the Yagiade family.

He has strict requirements on himself, and is even more rigid and disciplined than some of the elders present. If it is not for blood, he can be called perfect. When did he see Oss and make a loud noise?

The elders all showed sleepwalking expressions, and one of them shook his head.

Old Tiedale was the first to withdraw from the dazed state, and subconsciously reprimanded: "This is the meeting hall! Os, what do you think of this place?"

Oss sneered: "Interrogation ground? My brother hasn't slept once in the past [-] days of persecution? Why, are you going to kill the only existing king successor in a different way?"

"Cough," Yacintos had to stop his elder brother, "It's a bit exaggerated not to sleep once in 20 days. When I'm free, I'll still lie on the table for a while, and I can supplement my sleep intermittently."

"Oh?" Oss said coldly, "Then what's on your eyes? You were given two fists by the God of Sleep when you were trying to catch up on sleep?"

"..." The elders let out a small shock in their rustling voices:

"I might be dreaming, or the high fever caused by the injury caused hallucinations. Did Oss sneer just now?"

"Did he contradict us just now?"

"Who can rub my eyes for me? I must be dazzled. I mistook Una for Os. I just said how eloquent and eccentric he is when he speaks, hahaha."

Several elders even laughed relaxedly. It seemed that they were convinced that they were falling into a coma caused by the high fever of the injury, and that they had such a dream that was absolutely impossible to happen in reality.

After all, Oss and Hyacinthos are known to have a bad relationship, Oss is known to never smile, and Oss is known to be a taciturn man who is never good at talking.

The atmosphere inside and outside the meeting hall was filled with joy for a moment—until they wanted to stand up in the dream, and they were seriously involved in the wound on their ankles.

"Hiss—" The unexpected pain made them gasp subconsciously, but what occupied their brains more than the pain was: Isn't it a dream? !

His Majesty Una couldn't help raising his upper body from the stretcher, and turned his eyes to Oss, his eyes were confused, and he couldn't figure out how his son changed when he left the house.

Os glanced at his father, who raised his upper body, with a straight face, and strode to His Majesty Una's bedside: "Father!"

He said accusingly: "You are here, why are you still watching them treat Yassin like this!"

His Majesty Una: "..."

His Majesty Una thought to himself, what do you mean by "watching helplessly" and what do you mean by "treating Yassin like this", it is obvious that Yassin himself is not willing to leave the meeting room, why did the matter pass through Oss's mouth, black and white suddenly turned upside down Woolen cloth?

Aussie's eyes were distressed: "Look at Yassin's dark circles, look at his face, I haven't seen him for a day, and he lost weight..."

His Majesty Una: "..."

I suggest you listen carefully to what you say, you will lose weight if you don’t see each other for a day, your eyes are scales?

Jacintos was inexplicably wanting to laugh, his eyes swept over the people with different expressions in the conference hall, and he raised his hands in surrender: "I'm going to rest, okay?"

Don't irritate the few remaining veterans, they are all very old and may be buried in the ground at any time.

He put the pen away, got up and walked out of the hall, and Oss followed, writing the supervisor's attitude on his face, and still muttering in his mouth: "How old you are, you still don't know how to cherish yourself..."

Yacintos coughed dryly, and proposed with a heart of filial piety: "Brother, father is still in the meeting hall, why don't you go and see if you need help?"

Oss thought for a moment and decided that his father didn't need it: "He has guards to take care of him."

"I have it too," Jacintos answered very naturally, pointing to Aka next to him, "I have Aka."

Aka, who has been doing a good job in reducing the sense of existence: "..."

"..." Oss slowly straightened his back and turned to Aka, "That's right. Speaking of which, why don't you leave? As the president of the Chamber of Commerce in Elis, I follow the Spartan crown prince every day, discussing matters Is it a little wrong to go in and out of the hall?"

Hyacinthus shrugged in Aka's eyes: You were the first to kill one thousand enemies, and it's your turn to kill yourself eight hundred.

in the chamber.

His Majesty Una who is still lying down: "..."

Unfilial piety seems to be contagious, and if one is not careful, there will be one more unfilial son.

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Although Alan was taken back to Sparta, it will take some time for his injuries to heal. The mercenaries are very happy: "I originally thought about going back to Sparta to open a business line, but I might not be able to take care of our encouragement." Or, it would be great to take it back.”

In this regard, the encouragers who have been well-cared for have a different view: "It's very annoying, like an unmarried extra ten noisy sons."

When Alan said this, his expression was rather disgusted, but soon he thought of something to make him happy, and shook Jacintos' hand happily: "But at least this time Oss didn't turn around me anymore, he Once you want to take care of others, one person can beat ten people in terms of wordiness."

Hyacinthus: "..."

Yes, this top ten is turning around me now.

Brotherly love is like a mountain, and there is another Akka, Yacintos only feels that he has two extra mothers out of thin air, and these two mothers are always fighting.

Taking advantage of the city-state's affairs gradually getting on the right track, Hyacinthus also began to give himself a vacation, such as occasionally sneaking away from everyone and sneaking into the Temple of Apollo.

It’s one thing to hide from time to time, and on the other hand, little Tiedale came to him several times and asked him about the situation of finding a doctor in Argos. Ask Apollo if there is a way.

But unfortunately, he prayed several times according to the previous method, but did not get a response from Apollo. Hyacinths guessed that Apollo was still fighting with Fellowes and could not spare time, so he wanted to heal the old Tidalius. Waiting for a few elders, hope still falls on the healers of Argos.

Summer went to autumn, and soon turned to snow again.

The team sent by the Senate to find Neliu returned without success, and the matter of succession could no longer be delayed.

As the months passed, Brother Hyacinthus' popularity was at an all-time high, especially among the common people of Sparta—especially among the people of New Sparta.

Heilos gained personal rights, border residents had their taxes cut, and Spartan civilians finally got rid of the predicament of suffering from hunger and cold every winter through the matchmaking of Acre. After reporting that there was no turmoil, he finally pinched his nose unwillingly and admitted that the New Deal implemented by Hyacinthus was indeed conducive to the internal stability of Sparta.

The only regret may be that the troops heading to Argos hit the wall several times.

Under the treatment of the best doctors in Sparta, veterans such as the old Tidalley, although the wounds on their hands and feet healed, it was impossible for them to walk for a long time or carry heavy objects.

Little Tiedale wanted to take other companions and go to Argos in person to find a doctor for his grandfather, but his grandfather held him in the barracks on the grounds that "there were no children left behind", and broke up after several quarrels. Being punished by General Oss to sweep the mausoleum, he finally realized that his grandfather was getting old. Rather than letting his grandfather bear the worry of "grandson lurking in the enemy's country", it is better to have a lot of joy - although Esparta's In the barracks system, soldiers can only go home at night, but at least they can meet each other every day. Compared with many people who have been separated from their relatives forever, it is quite a luxury.

However, as the reputation of the Hyacinthos brothers has risen unprecedentedly, the dissatisfaction in the hearts of some great nobles who have not been aroused before is also rising.

Based on the tactful attitude of not being able to do anything absolutely, they have always kept monthly sacrifices to the God of the West Wind in private, and finally ushered in the God of the West Wind when the first spring breeze blew across the plains of Sparta.

After half a year of cultivation, the West Wind God finally came out of his weakness.

The moment he appeared, he blew up a violent westerly wind on the secret altar where the great nobles worshiped, wrapped his figure in the gray hurricane, and said in a hoarse voice: "It seems that you are useless, but every month For the sake of respectfully offering sacrifices, I spare your lives."

After the divine power recovered, it wasn't that he expected these people to do anything, but that these people were eagerly relying on his divine power.

Based on this change in position, Zephyros no longer puts on airs as patiently as before, revealing his original sinister character.

Seeing the stunned expressions of the great nobles, he sneered. The gray hurricane was like the clawed arm of a sea monster, and instantly branched out several thick branches, crushing these mortals to the ground: "Wait for me to take it!" Take the life of Hyacinthus, I want you to smash every Temple of Apollo in Sparta, and build the Temple of Zephyr on it."

Gray tentacles swung the dying mortal away, and Zephyros soared through the air in a terrifying tornado.

The low-hanging clouds pressed down on the sleeping Spartan plain, and were torn apart as they approached the tornado.

Along with the expansion of the body, where the tornado touched, the heavy marble altar was rolled up and flew up, and the thick olive trees were like slender strips of cloth, pulled out of the ground by their roots.

The ground trembled faintly, and at the same time, outside Hyacinthus' bedroom.

A certain black shadow stuck to the wall moved a few inches, gradually condensing from flat to solid.

If Oss were here, he would definitely stare at this person in shock and angrily. After all, this person would usually leave to take care of the affairs of the Chamber of Commerce, and return to his branch of the Chamber of Commerce to rest at night, as if he was very measured and dignified. Pretending to keep a sense of distance from everyone, including Jacintos.

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