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Yacintos closed his eyes, took Aka's hand and said vaguely, "Lend me some ice."

Maybe it's because they have divine power, but they don't have the corresponding divine power to suppress them.

Not long after Apollo injected his divine power, Hyacinthus began to feel a faint scalding from his limbs, which became more and more obvious as time went by.

At that time, he said "Leave Hades within a day without any accidents", not to make a big deal, but it is indeed so urgent.

He felt the speed of the scorching increase, and estimated that with his ordinary human body, he could survive for two more days at most, and no one knew what would happen if it grew longer.

But none of these Yacinthos intended to let Aka know, and only teased in a complaining tone: "What's the matter with you, friend, just now I said that I died once, isn't this worth a little comfort ?”

Jacintos said with a long tone of mourning: "No, you don't care, you just care about retracting your hand."

"..." A-Ka didn't know if he was defeated by his brazen moral kidnapping, his hand stiffened for a moment, and he didn't take it back as if he had given up.

It was not clear whether it was a psychological comfort or an illusion, but Jacintos really felt a lot more relaxed when Aka put his hand on his forehead.

His tensed shoulders relaxed, and he simply opened his mouth, organizing his thoughts while speaking: "I think it is very likely that I was really crushed to death when Xifeng God manipulated the discus."

"After entering the underworld, I probably stayed for a long time, so that I witnessed the future changes of the underworld. During this period, I must have found various ways to leave. Everyone asked, and even came to the Elysee Palace. Even the guards I didn't let it go, but everyone told me 'the underworld can only be entered and not exited'."

This can explain why he feels that the underworld is so familiar, and he also retains the instinct to resist Hades and the Death Brothers.

After all, if you want to escape from the underworld, you will definitely face them.

Yacintos recalled the picture of the bridge in the underworld before, and his feeling at the time might be right. He probably really observed the bridge for a long time, just to escape.

As for how he escaped later, and how time was reversed, back to before the West Wind God killed him, he couldn't guess.

Hyacinthus sat up: "Let's make a further reasonable deduction."

"If you think about it with your toes, you know that reversing time cannot be that simple. Perhaps, Persia, Rome, the queen of the underworld... All kinds of changes are caused by time reversal and event changes, so many things are different from the memories of my previous life. .”

Aka seemed to be shocked by the huge amount of information. He stood still for a while, and then slowly turned his gaze: "Is there any more?"

"Huh?" Yacintos stood up, conveying his doubts with his eyes, and walked out of the courtyard.

A few maids from the underworld rushed into the courtyard carrying basins and other cleaning tools, obviously preparing for daily cleaning.

Yacintos had no intention of interfering with the little girl's work, so he simply took Aka to another venue and took a look around the palace by the way.

Obviously, although he could say "twelve halls and fifty rooms", he had no memory of other places except the road leading to the courtyard facing the lawn.

Regardless of how he ran into the palace of the Empress of the Underworld in his previous life, his goal was quite clear, which was towards the courtyard facing the lawn.

Jacintos couldn't help but looked back at the empty lawn before continuing to walk forward: "Just find a room."

He said that it is really easy to find anything.

There is no memory to make exploring the palace interesting. Hyacinthos walked around the corridor with great interest, and finally stopped in front of an exceptionally huge metal door: "Why is the door in this room so big?"

As he spoke, Jacintos pushed open the door, and when he stepped in, he was stunned.

The Elysee Paradise itself is full of flower fields, and there is nothing special about having a garden in the palace.

What caught Hyacinthus' eyes was a large clump of roses in full bloom. The pure golden petals reflected a metallic luster. If they withered a little, they would look almost identical to the golden branches pinned around his waist in the dream.

Hyacinthus stared intently for a while before recovering: "What did you ask me just now?"

Aka's thin and straight lips pursed: "It's nothing. What are you looking at these flowers for?"

"Oh," said Hyacinthus, "I actually saw it in my dream..."

Hyacinthus described the dream of running in the dark: "I always thought it was a foreshadowing dream, but what if it wasn't? Like the dream of West Wind God, my feeling of fatigue when running in the dark was very real. Maybe this is what happened when I escaped from the underworld in my previous life?"

Hyacinthus was talking, and suddenly couldn't help laughing: "The first time I had this dream, I thought I was dreaming of being chased by wild boars. The next morning, I woke up to slander you for talking nonsense, which made me sleep all day at night. Thinking and dreaming at night. Do you remember?"

"..." Aka's expression became complicated for a moment, as if asking if you still know it's slander?How on earth did you say the word slander so confidently, and have the nerve to ask me if I remember?

Hyacinthus has such a face, after sharing this "interesting anecdote", he even laughed for a while with a smile on his face, and then cleared his cough under Aka's silent gaze: "However, Artemis also As I mentioned, such flowers can be found everywhere, even in Hades. Look for an opportunity to ask what is the use of this flower and where did it come from in the first place.”

Hyacinthus had no intention of destroying the flowers with harsh hands. With the blessing of Apollo's divine power, he could feel that this cluster of golden roses was only good-looking, and the breath of the underworld stained on it was not even stronger than the weeds next to it.

After entering the gate, Jacintos simply wandered in the garden.

The biggest difference between the plants here and the human world is that the flowers and fruits are at the same time. Many trees or shrubs are covered with fruits, but the flowers are also blooming at the same time, which looks seductive and delicious.

"Gulu..." Yacintos protested unwillingly as he looked at his stomach.

Yacintos sighed and touched his hungry stomach: "It's a bit too much to see whether you can eat or not."

These things are tainted with the breath of the underworld, and it will not be pleasant to return to the human world after eating them.

Aka said lightly: "I'll go find something to eat. Are you thirsty?"

"A little bit, but how can there be normal food here?" Jacintos smacked his dry mouth, "And the guards are outside, how do you get out?"

Aka stepped forward: "They want to guard you, not me. Isn't it normal for servants to go in and out to buy things? I'll try it. What do you want to eat?"

Hyacinthus opened his mouth and came: "Roast leg of lamb, don't be lean, don't add cinnamon, but should be fat and lean, the oil is bubbling on the meat..."

On this side, Hyacinths was telling Akka about the delicacies on the tip of his tongue, and on the other side, Aphrodite was also presenting the classic dish fried shredded pork in the Temple of Beauty on Mount Olympus.

Cupid didn't know why he was beaten. Originally, he was happy when he returned to the temple, fluttering his little wings and proudly showing off his masterpiece to his mother, but just after saying a few words, the whole cub was violently grabbed by Aphrodite Get up: "You—you rebellious son! Let you do nonsense! Let you do nonsense!"

Cupid burst into tears, kicking his short legs and covering his bare buttocks trying to struggle: "Why did I go crazy! When I was punishing Apollo, you obviously praised me for being amazing!"

Aphrodite breathed a sigh of relief, raising her hand to stroke her chest continuously.

Aphrodite gritted her teeth and shook her son's wing roots vigorously: "What method can you use to punish Apollo? You must attack Yassin! And let him Was spotted by Hades! Do you know that you are bad for me?"

Cupid stopped crying, and turned to shock: "What nonsense are you talking about, mother, do you also have a crush on Yashin? What's wrong with you, why you suddenly became so selfish, you should understand best! should be private."

Aphrodite: "——???"

I'm so pissed off, so pissed off, this son seems to be broken, give him a beat to see if he can return to normal!

…………

What happened to Cupid did not affect Hyacinthus who was far away in the underworld.

After A-Ka left, he found a deck chair in the garden and lay down, so leisurely that Death was stunned after entering the garden.

How did this man have "at home" written all over his body?

Thanatos stood there watching for a while, and brought Jacintos with a fruit plate: "You seem to be adapting well."

Yacintos didn't even think about restraining his raised legs: "It's okay, keep working hard."

"..." Is there still room for effort? Thanatos paused again before continuing, "Your Majesty asked me to bring you something to eat so that you won't be hungry."

While speaking, Thanatos lifted the flannel covering the fruit plate.

On the metal tray, a plump pomegranate lies quietly in the center. The overflowing seeds even intensify the thin peel, revealing the crystal clear flesh, which looks extraordinarily attractive and juicy.

Hyacinthus' pupils dilated for a moment.

He didn't know how Persephone didn't notice that the underworld pomegranate was wrong, but almost at the moment Thanatos lifted the flannelette, he saw the breath of the underworld that was as solid as smoke flowing down from the edge of the tray, and A steady stream.

It seems that what Thanato holds is not a fruit plate, but an ornamental fountain, and the pomegranate is the fountain that continuously outputs spring water.

But after thinking about it again, although half of Apollo's divine power was hidden in his body, didn't Thanatos and Hades see it?

This shows that as long as there is a heart, these divine powers and breaths can be concealed.Perhaps Thanatos thought he was a human being, so he didn't pretend to be Pomegranate.

In just a short moment, countless thoughts flashed through Jacintos's mind, but his face did not show any changes. He casually raised his chin at Thanatos: "Put it aside, and eat when I am hungry."

Without giving Thanatos a chance to urge him, Yacintos turned his head and changed the subject: "By the way, these golden roses are all grown by you yourself? They look like they are made of gold, are they real or not?" Fake? Is there any special magic power?"

Thanatos' attention was diverted: "There is no special magical power, these are flowers transplanted from Mount Olympus, and they just look like gold."

While talking, the God of Death plucked off a petal in a demonstrative manner, rubbed it casually, and the seemingly cold and hard surface of the petal was broken, and the juice flowed out.

Thanatos was full of regret: "At first I thought I could grow gold too! Only after I planted it did I realize that I thought too much. As I said, it just 'looks like gold'."

Thanatos waved his hands casually, and picked up the tray containing the pomegranate again, just in time to see Aka walking in from the garden gate: "Oh—just right."

Thanatos walked up to A-Ka in a few steps, and stuffed the tray into A-Ka's hand: "This is a sweet pomegranate that our Majesty specially prepared for Your Majesty the Queen of the Underworld. You can only eat it in our Underworld. Remember to wait for the Queen of the Underworld to eat it." Your Majesty will peel it for him when he is hungry."

"..." A-Ka's complexion became ugly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Ah, Thanatos." Jacintos stood up abruptly, calling Thanatos back.

He glanced at A-Ka quickly, not knowing what the other party was suddenly upset about, and his face was so ugly that he was worried that Thanatos would notice something was wrong.

Hyacinthus: "I have another merciless request to tell you..."

So why are you unhappy?Because of Pomegranate?

Yacintos was arguing with the god of death, but he was thinking in his heart that Aka didn't know what was wrong with Ming Pomegranate.

Is that because Thanatos was displeased by ordering him like a servant?But before entering the underworld, they had agreed on a plan, so how could A-Ka make a mistake.

Then it can only be... because Thanatus said that Hades prepared this pomegranate for him?

...Because of jealousy?

Hyacinthus suddenly sat back on the bench, and raised his hand to stop Thanatus, who was full of confusion and wanted to ask questions: "Wait, don't rush me, let me think about how to organize the language."

He frowned slightly, really thinking about "whether A-Ka is jealous of me" under the eyes of the god of death.

Hyacinthus curled his fingers slightly and picked the stone surface: Is it because of this?jealous?

So, does A-Ka... like him?

It's not impossible, after all, he belongs to the "men" that A-Ka likes, and he happens to belong to this kind of people who are young, good-looking, rich, powerful, and intelligent.

Hyacinthus nodded slightly in agreement.

He didn't pay attention at all. If he wanted to put it in the past, he would never even think about the possibility of being jealous, or if he thought about it, he would immediately deny it himself.

Perhaps it was because of the discomfort of Aka's distant suggestion of "don't touch your feet" last time, prying a crack on a certain door that was tightly closed, this time there was a little wind, and the wind blew He got in through the crack of the door and opened the door completely.

The corners of Jacintos' mouth turned up unconsciously.

Not only did he not feel that this guess was outrageous, he even felt inexplicably happy about it, and then thought: Ha!If it is true, how untenable is Aka's righteous accusation?It's been so many times.

"Uh," Thanatus couldn't hold back, "Have you organized the language yet?"

Hyacinthus came back to his senses, with an unconscious smile on his face: "I want to meet those troubadours who arranged stories between me and Apollo without permission."

He actually wanted to see Hercules the most, but it was inconvenient to mention it directly to Thanatus.

After all, Hercules is a relatively sensitive word for Hades. He can imagine what Thanatus would think if he asked directly:

What are you asking Hercules for?Is it coveted that his golden arrow can shoot Hades?You still want to escape!

Thanatus stared at Yacintos's smile for a moment, then shook his head and recovered his senses: "This is not a difficult task, since you are looking forward to it, then I will go and find someone, please wait a moment. "

After finishing speaking, the god of death turned and left, leaving Aka bathed in the strange smiling eyes of Yacinthos: "...I brought back the things you wanted and the water."

?Really found it?

After Yacintos was surprised for a moment, the smile on his face made Aka's hair stand on end.

To be honest, this is all Jacintos restrained.

If it wasn't for the fear of scaring A-Ka away, he would have slapped him a long time ago, how could he sit here restrainedly and watch him go out.

Hyacinthus changed his sitting position, feeling that every movement of A-Ka was trying to verify his conjecture.

For example, finding food for him in the underworld that living people can eat, needless to say, how difficult it is.

As for now, he fled because he felt uncomfortable and embarrassed by his staring.

He stared outside the door, waiting for Aka to walk in with a sullen face pushing a cart of delicious food, and then he stopped after being stared at from a long distance: "..."

"Cough." Yacintos restrained himself a bit, and put on a normal expression, "I'm sorry, I'm too hungry."

Aka's tense shoulders relaxed visibly: "There is water, and it is very clean, you can drink it directly."

"Yeah." Yacintos pretended to be indifferent, and randomly picked a few stomachs that were suppressed and then protested.

That's the way people are, once you get pleasure from a certain behavior, it's hard to stop repeating it.

Just like at this time, Yacintos unexpectedly found it so interesting to pay attention to the details of Aka's demeanor and movements. Even in the process of eating, his eyes always looked for opportunities to glance in Aka's direction without any trace.

For the first time, he and A-Ka happened to meet each other's eyes, and the other party froze for a moment, then quickly looked away.

For the second time, Hyacinthos swept towards A-Ka in a very natural way by holding the water, stopped halfway, and met A-Ka's eyes again.

Hyacinthus: "..."

Ok?

This is a bit interesting, Yacintos did not dodge or dodge, and raised his eyebrows at A-Ka's sight.

A-Ka suddenly lowered his eyelashes, cut off his sight, took a step with his long legs, and stretched out his hand to push the cart away: "Someone is coming."

Jacintos leaned back lazily, folded his arms and looked at Aka leaving the garden with his long legs swaying. It was obviously a vigorous pace, and Jacintos just picked out of it and fled. mean.

But it was true that A-Ka said someone was coming.

After Aka pushed the cart out, a group of dead souls carrying lyres and dressed as bards walked into the garden. Hyacinthus casually raised his eyes and said, "? Is that you?"

It never occurred to him that the one who arranged the love story between himself and Apollo was actually the mercenary who played tricks in the trial and was killed by him on the spot.

Yacintos couldn't hold back, and asked sincerely, "What do you think?"

He thought that after the mercenary was killed by him, let alone hate, at least he would not want to praise him to the popularity he is now loved by everyone in the underworld, right?

The mercenary's eyes were shining, and he even took a few steps forward with Qin in his arms: "I didn't expect it to be so - oops!"

He let out a cry of pain, covered his stricken eyes, and staggered a few steps back.

Aka's indifferent expression was mixed with disgust: "Stay away and talk."

"Cough," Hyacinthus coughed dryly again to prevent his smile from being too obvious.

Right now, Yacintos withdrew his attention and looked at the other troubadours: "Are these all with you? There are some unfamiliar faces in it."

Hyacinthus could still remember the faces of the mercenaries who were executed back then, but there were many people in the group in front of him whom he had never seen before, and the number had also increased greatly.

The mercenary looked at Jacintos's face obsessively, covered his eyes, and said, "The story has been told too many times, so there must be something new, right? You need to hire some new people. Write stories, modify rhymes, arrange Melodic... well, that's not enough. I haven't had much inspiration lately."

Hyacinthus didn't know how to feel, so he had to follow the original plan and said: "Then you have been here for a long time. Have you heard any interesting stories?"

"How is it interesting?" The bards behind couldn't hold back their excitement, and they also said with sparkling eyes, "You ask, we will tell when we know."

Hyacinthus: "How do I know what's going on in Hades. You can tell any stories, kings, heroes—"

"Oh! Oh!" a bard stretched his neck, "I know one. Surely you've heard of Hercules? He's not in Mount Olympus! He's in Hades!"

"..." Hyacinthus paused inexplicably, and then said in a casual tone, "I heard about this from Apollo. He was driven off Mount Olympus by Zeus. What's so interesting?"

The troubadour said like an inverted bamboo tube: "Then do you know why he was driven off Mount Olympus? Because Zeus coveted his golden arrows! But do you know what happened to his golden arrows now?"

What is "what's wrong"?

Jacintos beat the side drum in his heart, but said indifferently on his face: "What? It's broken?"

Bard: "Lost!"

Now many companions should also get together:

"Yes, we always perform on the River Styx, and we often see people standing by the river, bending over to touch things in the river."

"Charon is not happy to say, why don't we check it ourselves? This is our old profession!"

"I guess he bet with someone while drinking, and he forgot when he woke up. Or it was stolen."

Hyacinthus slowly raised his gaze: "Bet? Steal?"

"That's right! Believe it or not, he has exported a lot of good things." A troubadour took out a bronze mirror from his pocket, "Look! This is what he lost to me after he was drunk. There are two sides in total. At that time, I saw that it was a good thing, so I told him to bet me with it. Unfortunately, this mirror should be a pair of two sides. No matter how I told him, he was only willing to bet on one side, but mosquitoes with small legs are also meat!"

"..." Hyacinthus slowly changed his posture, showing a kind expression, "Really?"