spartan ancestor

Hyacinthus came to Corinth to negotiate, and of course a large number of soldiers escorted him.

Even though most of the troops were stationed outside of Corinth, there were about twenty soldiers following up the Acropolis.

The Temple of Aphrodite has always been a place for people to have fun and spend a lot of money. It is rare for a group of soldiers full of evil spirits to appear like this. The priests of the temple rushed out after hearing the news: "My lord, Your Majesty. Why don't you stand outside?" How about going in?"

"I'm inviting you, but His Majesty and his friend don't seem to be very happy—oh!" The consul suddenly showed an expression of enlightenment, and patted his head, "Oh! It's me who is slow. I didn't reflect it, the two of you. It's that kind of relationship..."

"?" Hyacinthus looked away from the stone pillar, "What?"

The consul smiled narrowly: "That—that's it, lover relationship! No wonder, I said I invite you to come to the temple to relax, your friend is so angry, his eyes scare me to death."

Yacinto paused, and couldn't help asking: "Do we look so much like lovers? Can't we be friends?"

Yacintos even finds it a little funny how some people always misinterpret his relationship with Aka.

He walked a little closer in the direction of A-Ka, and before he could put down his raised foot, A-Ka stepped back.

Jacintos turned to the consul and said, "Look. Is this also called a lover?"

He said this with a slight complaint in his tone.

When normal people look at this scene, let alone lovers, they may even suspect that the friendship between them is not very deep.

To be honest, Hyacinths was occasionally frustrated by it.

After all, he and A-Ka have known each other for so long and experienced so much. He even shared the secret of Golden Tears with A-Ka, but until now he still has to keep a social distance with A-Ka without any special reason.

Just like when he patted A-Ka's shoulder just now, there was such a distance in between, thanks to his long arm - I really don't know from which corner people like political officials and Artemis usually see the ambiguity .

Is it because Aka is clingy?But with Aka's anthropophobia, plus the other party's personality, isn't it normal to have few friends?I am too lazy to make new friends. When I have nothing to do, of course I always stare at the only friend to waste time.

Is that because he always likes to tease Aka?

It was rare for Hyacinthos to reflect on himself, but he teased Artemis a lot. Although after Aka came back, his main energy was still on Aka...but it was all because of Aka's teasing. What's more interesting, at most he admits that he does have bad tastes, but he doesn't have any intention of crossing the line. After all, he still doesn't know whether A-Ka prefers men or women.

The consul was really stumped: "Uh..."

This is really hard to say.It's not that he hasn't seen it before. Some men are straighter than anyone else, but when they get along with friends, they are very... people doubt their relationship, and you can't tell.

He could only explain objectively: "Maybe I misunderstood. When I invited you into the temple to 'enjoy', I saw that your friend seemed very angry."

Aren't you jealous?He couldn't think of any other reason.

Jacintos patted the consul on the shoulder, took the initiative to get closer, and briefly took off his mask to the consul: "Maybe it's just pure anger? Look at the soldiers under the steps."

"..." Not to mention looking at the soldiers at the bottom of the steps, the consul looked at the face revealed from under the mask, and even forgot to breathe.

He was drowning in the beauty of the glimpse, his brain stopped for a moment, and his head instinctively followed the instructions of Hyacinthus, and turned to go down the steps.

It was already night at this time, and the Spartan soldiers were wearing helmets, so they didn't intend to look at it, and couldn't see the expressions in the gap clearly.

However, a large bonfire was lit outside the temple. Under the light of the fire, the consul could see the eyes of the soldiers in the front row full of resentment and disdain. They all stared angrily, holding the spears in their hands, as if they wished to rush up the steps and throw them at their majesty. Those who make obscene proposals, including those who want to take advantage of their majesty, seem to expose them.

But the military order was like a mountain, none of them moved, they just silently darkened the hateful consul with their eyes.

Spartan soldiers: "..."

Crazy curse!

"Cough!" The Consul withdrew his eyes awkwardly and stiffly.

Had he not seen Hyacinthus's face before, he might have wondered unhappily: How could these Spartans be so rude?He has already provided the highest courtesy, and the most popular courtesan is not something you can meet whenever you want to, so if you can be accompanied by her all night, go for it!

But now, he only thought nervously: Am I being too rude, this... This reception seems to be making His Majesty Jacintos suffer?

"Master Consul," the priest approached him, urging with some doubts, "Ansha has come to greet His Majesty, won't you introduce me?"

"Ah?" The consul looked at Ansha, who was already standing beside the priest, with a slender waist and smiling eyebrows, and suddenly moved his gaze unbearably.

He stared straight at the ground: I didn't feel it before, why... Is Ansha's skin so dull?The facial features are not quite right, the chin is a little pointed... No, no, Ansha is already the most beautiful courtesan in the Temple of Aphrodite, and everyone in Greece knows her beautiful name.

… People thought it was a joke when I said it. The most beautiful woman in Greece is not as good as the king of Sparta.

Yacintos glanced at Ansha, and suddenly changed his words: "Do as the Romans do, maybe it's a good idea to chat with Ansha tonight. Do you mind if I go with my friends? Just chatting."

He just remembered that a courtesan can get in touch with merchants traveling from north to south, and many guests will tell them some unspeakable secrets. Ansha might know some news about Persia.

Akka also recently sent mercenaries to inquire about Persia's intelligence, perhaps letting him listen together will benefit the informant's actions.

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From the priests of the Temple of Beauty to the courtesans, everyone likes to talk about their faces.

In the past, it was absolutely impossible for Ansha to agree to receive two guests like this at one time, but after Hyacinthus repeated his trick and showed the other party his own face, the girl looked straight at him. After meeting Yacinthos and looking at Aka, he agreed without hesitation.

"What do you want to talk about?" The long-sleeved courtesan also knows how to advance and retreat. After welcoming people through the door, she simply changed the pillows arranged on the floor, moved a small tea table in the middle, and Yacintos , Akka sat face to face.

Due to personal preference, the windows in Ansha's room are very large. Through the window opening, Ansha can meet the soldiers stationed outside: "...cough."

Don't stare, she really didn't mean to take advantage, the most she wanted was to take a few more glances at His Majesty and his friends.

While thinking about it, Ansha set her eyes on the two people opposite her. After brewing water for herself and the guest, she took a sip first.

After drinking warm water, the mind that was a little dizzy by the young king's appearance became much clearer.

She hid half of her face behind the cup and looked at the two guests through the mist.

As he wandered his eyes, he suddenly felt a little puzzled.

strangeness.

If we really want to compare objectively one by one in terms of facial features, figure, and temperament, this friend of the king is comparable to His Majesty the King, but why does she look at this friend of the king differently than when she saw His Majesty Hyacinthus... Feel like the sailor who heard the siren song?

What's even more strange is that when she suddenly had this idea, she went to look at the face of His Majesty the King, and the astonishment was still astonishing, and this face was still breathtaking... But what she felt was that she normally saw the beautiful existence The thumping, adoring longing, not the dizzy feeling like you're losing your mind.

Relying on all kinds of weird rumors heard from the guests for so many years, Ansha couldn't help asking before Yacintos said: "I would like to ask Your Majesty, have you ever been blessed by some mysterious existence?"

Maybe it's the blessing of fairies, or the blessing of the god of beauty?

Jacintos was stunned: "As far as I remember, there is no...?"

He said, hesitant again.

After all, he had only heard of Rome and Persia before, two existences that were completely different from his own memory. It was hard to say whether this was another fact that he was not clear about.

Blessings... It's not impossible, Jacintos touched the corners of his eyes thoughtfully, thinking of his foreshadowing dreams and golden tears, if they were all related to blessings, it would all make sense at once.

But which god will bless him?for what?

And...he didn't have the item of being blessed in his memory. Did this confirm his previous guess again—that he might have come to another similar but completely different world without realizing it? ?

His thoughts were a little confused for a moment, and just as he subconsciously pressed his eyes, a warm and strong hand grabbed his wrist, and pulled it away gently but irresistibly.

I don't know if it was because of worry, but A-Ka's complexion was not very good-looking, and he looked at it with deep eyes, before saying after a while: "Don't rub it. Does it hurt?"

"..." Ansha's drinking speed doubled immediately.

Jacintos pulled out of his thoughts temporarily, felt the excited eyes cast by the courtesan opposite, and wanted to laugh a little: "You can work harder, and neither of us will ever think about having a wife again."

He put those things that were unclear to the back of his mind, and nodded his chin towards A-Ka's hand: "I'm fine, you grabbed it a little too hard."

"..." A-Ka let go of his hand, and his tone returned to calm, "Sorry."

Yacintos touched his red wrist, and smiled at Ansha: "Sorry, I really don't remember the blessing you mentioned. Let's talk about the topic at the beginning-I do have a problem I want to ask you. A large number of foreigners come and go from Corinth every day. Among them, only those who are extraordinarily rich or have status and ability can become the guests of courtesans. These people will definitely mention something about Persia news. Can you tell me what you can talk about?"

The reason why the guests can entrust secrets to the courtesan is because the courtesan is very good at keeping secrets. It is definitely impossible for Ansha to break the professional ethics by asking Ansha to open her mouth. However, anyone who can reveal a little information may be able to piece together some useful clues.

"Hmm..." Ansha put down the water glass, thought for a while, and said, "I can say, but not all of them are true. Because these guests will drink some wine when they come to my place, and it is difficult for the drunk to be accurate. There are some messages in it that I can't understand."

She vaccinated Yacinthos before continuing: "I know that Persia was officially transformed into an empire more than ten years ago."

"The current emperor is called Shamis. According to the descriptions of some Persian businessmen, this majesty is quite wise and cautious. He not only unified such a vast territory, but also continued to promote various policies in the following ten years, concentrating all kinds of power. In my own hands."

"He secretly established an intelligence organization to spy on the secrets of the powerful and powerful for him, and to monitor who is against him. The territory is divided into five major military regions, which are further subdivided into [-] provinces. The military chiefs command the military regions. The province also has a governor, and the governor and the military chief check each other to check and balance military power."

Ansha paused for a moment, then asked, "Does it sound really wise and cautious?"

Yacintos glanced at Aka as if he was distracted, and poked the man under the blanket. Outside the blanket, he nodded decently: "Yes."

Ansha thought about it and said, "Then, would such a wise and prudent emperor suddenly allocate a large part of his troops to provoke new enemies outside when civil wars broke out?"

She thoughtfully filled in the gaps in the information for Jacintos: "This should not be a secret, at least my guest didn't tell me to keep it secret."

"Persia is currently in serious civil strife. Do you know that Persia swept across our eastern continent in a short period of time? The wider the territory, the more ethnic groups on the territory. Perhaps at the beginning, these ethnic groups were still defeated by the Persian army. Ten years have passed, and they have recovered from their weakness one after another, and rebellion and uprising are inevitable."

"In addition to such a large territory, it is difficult to take care of the politics, economy, and culture of each place... Some places are developed, some places are barren, and some rebels rebelled because they lacked resources and had to use violence to obtain them."

Hyacinthus was lost in thought.

Ansha is right. It sounds like Persia is more like a huge, disorderly expansion of ethnic mixture than a country.

If any emperor Shamis was really wise and cautious as the Persian businessman said, how could he go to solicit foreign troubles when the internal troubles were not resolved?

Ansha shrugged: "So during the Macedonian war, the invincible His Majesty Shamis did not go to the battlefield in person, but stayed in the country to suppress civil strife."

This arrangement is too confusing, what is the plan?

Even Ansha felt that the top priority of Shamis should be to settle the affairs of his family, at least wait until the country is stable before thinking about continuing to expand.

Ansha muttered: "One of my guests said that this decision was probably made at the wine table. You know that Persians wait until they are drunk to discuss anything. It doesn't seem so strange to make a muddled decision."

Outside the door, there was a polite knock on the door from the priest: "Rest early, guests. Just now, the consul sent someone to say that he will come to pick you up early tomorrow morning to discuss and re-sign the alliance treaty. Breakfast for the guests."

Ansha stood up quite consciously: "I know that you Spartans are very alert even when you sleep, so I won't disturb your sleep here. I will go to my sister's room to sleep tonight, and the two honored guests will have a good rest."

The questions that should be answered have been answered, and Ansha left the room after saying goodbye.

Yacintos's waist immediately loosened lazily, and he casually pushed a few pillows behind him: "What do you think of the situation Ansha said? Is it true that His Majesty Shamis really made a mistake after drinking, or is it inconsistent?" Which piece of information is misinformation?" He joked authentically, "Or he is just a fighting maniac, thinking that as long as he expands the territory quickly enough, the civil strife behind him will not be able to catch up with him."

"..." Aka's silence made Yacintos suspect that the other party was distracted just now and didn't listen at all. He just dragged Yacintos from the ground, carried him to the bed and settled down, turned around and put Ansha in the room. Those too many candles were blown out, and when they came to the last one, they hesitated for a while, and then reached out and put the candle on the side of Hyacinthus' bed.

Hyacinthus wanted to sigh, let this guy listen along, thinking that it might help, he thought too much, this person's attitude clearly wanted to wait for his mercenaries to sort out the information.

He glanced at the candle beside the bed: "You know, if my father or brother were here, they would definitely not allow me to keep this candle."

Spartans have been cultivated since they were young to have a strong will not to be afraid of the dark and loneliness, and the act of keeping light at night will only be reprimanded as cowardice.

Even His Majesty Una or Os would not agree.

Hyacinthus turned over and deliberately teased A-Ka with a chant tone: "Only you treat me differently."

A-Ka was obviously becoming more and more proficient in dealing with these teasing. With his back turned to him, as if he hadn't heard anything, he took out a new quilt from the low cabinet and spread out another low couch.

Hyacinthus smacked his lips before throwing himself back on the bed.

As for being funny, if the person being teased has no expression on his face and no reaction, then it will be meaningless.

Hyacinthus looked at the ceiling of the temple carved with legendary beasts for a while, and closed his eyes after a while.

He was thinking about the "blessing" question Ansha asked earlier.

But for some reason, the more the word "blessing" was muttered in his heart, the more he felt an unexplained disgust, but before he frowned because of the unknown disgust, his reason caught it unaffected. to another point -

He has a feeling for the word "blessing".

It seems to deny this statement from the bottom of my heart.

The feeling came from deep within him, but he couldn't recall any related memories at all.

Does that mean that something related to this "blessing" really happened to him, but he had some kind of accident and forgot?

In Ansha's room, the fragrance of the aromatic oil that the other party loves to use lingers, which is not familiar to Yacinthos.

But amidst the fragrance of flowers, grass and frankincense, his sense of smell caught another light and faint breath.

It's hard to describe, like water flow or fine sand, it disappears when you want to distinguish it carefully, as if it doesn't exist, but when his consciousness is slackened by the oncoming drowsiness, the breath of nothingness drifts over leisurely.

It is the breath of Akka.

He is familiar with it.

Hyacinthus' thoughts gradually sank in his sleep.

After sleeping for an unknown amount of time, his nerves suddenly became excited, dragging him into a brand new dream.

In the dream, his left hand was firmly grasped by a man wrapped in a black robe, and he was dragged into a carriage, and the four black horses pulling the carriage breathed cold snorts in the air.

His right hand was held by another soft, slender hand, trying to pull him up into the sky.

Hyacinthus was pulled between the two like a rein, and even if it was only a dream, he could simulate the speechless, head-headed irritability that would arise in such a situation.

The man in black in the dream seemed to be stronger, dragging him all the way down.

The green plain opened a huge gap amidst the rumbling sound, and the black steed snorted and rushed straight towards the dark gap.

Hyacinthus opened his eyes wide in his dream, stared at the crack in the ground, and looked in the direction of the pulling force from his right hand, and saw a face as gorgeous as peaches and plums, this woman's porcelain white face was just because of anger Her cheeks turned pink, and she shouted at the man in black, "Hades! He's mine!"

The man who hid his face in the black robe replied with a cold voice: "Mine. Let go, Aphrodite."

"...?" Hyacinthus felt strange in his dream, but the development of the dream was not under his control. He could only watch himself being dragged from the midair to the ground by Hades little by little.

The bursting of the fissure terrified the people and animals in the field. The shepherd screamed in panic and was carried away by his flock, and the lion and wild boar fled for their lives.

Somehow, it was such a coincidence that a wild boar with a strong body and almost reaching the chest height of Jacinthos ran madly, headed straight towards Jacinthos without knowing the direction, and pierced Jacinthos with its thick and long fangs in the blink of an eye. Toss's abdomen, all the way to the heart.

"—Ho!" Hyacinthus suddenly woke up from the nightmare, sat up on the bed, and stroked his abdomen with his hands.

The picture of this dream is very real and clear. He can even recall the golden curly hair and sea blue eyes of the god of beauty, but unlike the previous dream of the west wind god, Yacintos touched his stomach and did not feel that he was being pushed by his fangs. The pain of piercing the viscera.

So, maybe this is just a dream he made up for him last night while staring at the reliefs on the ceiling?

Aka's voice came from the side: "Are you dreaming?"

"..." Yacintos rubbed it, and it hurt when he had nothing to do, jumped out to look for his eyes, and looked out the window, "Well, is it morning?"

What the hell.As he rolled over and got out of bed, he thought ironically, did I have a hodgepodge of dreams?

He remembered that it seemed to be Persephone who was snatched back to the underworld in a carriage by Hades, the king of the underworld, right?This goddess later became the queen of Hades.

As for the one who was scrambled by Aphrodite, the goddess of beauty, but died at the end of the wild boar, it was obviously a young man named Adonis.

As for the other god who competed with Aphrodite, the god of beauty, for the right to belong to the youth, it happened to be Persephone who became the queen of the underworld.

How on earth did his brain manage to force these two stories together, and by the way, kick off the existence of the queen of the underworld?

But there is no pain, most likely just a blind dream.

Yacintos yawned lazily, stepped over Aka's bed, and leaned on the window sill to look outside.

His original intention was to see what the weather was like today, if it was going to rain, it would be too late to leave on the day the covenant was signed.

As soon as I looked up——

A cloud shaped like bubbles and roses descended from the sky, and the person wrapped in the powdery clouds looked more fragile and slender than the bubbles, and his lips were redder and more charming than roses.

But Yacintos, who often looks in the mirror and has just had a dream, moved his eyes slightly, and only accurately captured a few features: porcelain white face, golden curly hair, and sea blue eyes.

What does it mean that life is weirder than dreams, that is, he just pushed his head out of the window to see if it was going to rain, and the sky sent a goddess of beauty to him.

Without saying anything or explaining anything, his eyes lit up when he saw him, he reached out to grab him, and flew back into the sky without any hesitation. This scene probably looked similar to an eagle catching a lamb from a distance.

The only difference is that the lamb's self-help instinct may be stronger. After being dragged out of the window, he reached out to grab the window sill, but unfortunately, Aka's hand was placed there, and unfortunately, Aka's reaction was fast enough. Before Hyacinthus had time to throw away the opponent's hand, so as not to repeat the mistakes of Artemis before, Aka held him with his backhand.

Although it had been several months, the "Eagle" in the sky still had a tacit understanding with Artemis, and halfway through the flight, he lowered his head in doubt and looked at the "lamb" he caught.

There is also a "lamb" hanging under the "lamb", which looks very good?

What a surprise!

The author has something to say: "Eagle" ecstasy: Thank you for the gift of nature! !

This chapter is two in one~