spartan ancestor

Art is an old pirate.

When he was young, he also defeated the most powerful pirate fleet in the Aegean Sea, and passed through the hurricanes that the sailors were discolored by, but time is not forgiving, and he is still old.

His movements were not as agile as before, and his strength was not as strong as before, so he was cruelly abandoned by the goddess of battle Athena. When facing the rebels who fell to the Persian army, half of his right leg was cut off.

"Don't be so sad, you've saved your life anyway." The doctor babbled while removing the bandage to examine his wound, "Look at how well you've recovered—"

"Can you grow a leg again?" He snorted coldly, and forcefully returned the doctor's comfort.

Yeah, can you grow a leg back?

Will he still be able to leap lightly across the deck like he used to, knocking enemies down at his feet?

No, he was no longer a pirate, but a crippled old man, useless for anything but full of sullenness.

The doctor continued without giving up: "Even if you can't, it doesn't matter. Didn't Hein donate a large amount of money to provide for the elderly who were seriously injured due to the battle with the Persian army? If you are short of money, you can apply for the relief fund. Spend your old age in peace."

"..." Yate's face was turning green, relief money? !When he was fighting against the most powerful pirate fleet in the Aegean Sea, he never thought that such a day would happen to him!

Relief money, ha!What do you take him for, tramp?beggar?He has plenty of money!

Who wants to live out his old age, he's a pirate!The sea is his destination!

He was born on the ship, so he should also die on the ship.

At the thought of this, Yate's originally agitated mood suddenly calmed down, and his face, which was distorted due to pain and emotions, gradually eased.

He looked beyond the open door of the healer's attic to the sparkling ocean in the distance, as if he had found his home.

There were a lot of wounded in the hospital, and the doctor rewrapped Yate's wound before moving to the next patient.Art stood up on crutches and walked towards the market with difficulty.

Half a month later, merchants put up blankets here again, trying to recover a little bit of losses with the remaining goods.The fishermen who rely on the sea to eat the sea are even more afraid to slack off.

Art touched the purse at his waist, randomly picked a fisherman he didn't know very well, moved over on crutches, and said in a hoarse voice: "Hey, is your fishing boat for sale? Don't rush to refuse, I have a fisherman here. A lot of gold, if you sell me this fishing boat, I will give you the whole purse. You can use this money to buy a stronger fishing boat, and a new harpoon."

"...Build another nice house." Not far away, a familiar voice came, and the lobbying words almost coincided with Art.

Art looked to the side in surprise and saw another old acquaintance on crutches: "Lyme! What are you doing here? What are you buying a fishing boat for?"

Lime turned around when he heard the sound, looked at Yate for a while, and snorted, "Why are you buying a fishing boat again?"

After going through those turbulent times, no one wants to stay on the small island to be a disabled old man with a weird personality who will die alone.

Several familiar faces gathered behind Rhyme, including those who were familiar with Art, and some who had disliked each other, but at this moment, they looked at each other, as if they had completed a spiritual communication.

Art grinned, picked up his purse and jumped to Rhyme's side on crutches: "Do you mind if I ride a boat? Just to save some money."

The old enemy next to him snorted coldly: "You are going to die, and you are still picking on your little money."

But this time Art didn't mind. He just looked at his old enemy laughing and being in high spirits, as if the time had gone back thirty years.

At this moment, all the grievances and grievances in the past have become irrelevant. They are just a group of children who love the sea and want to sleep in the arms of Mother Ocean.

Money can turn ghosts, and soon the fishermen let the boat out, and even enthusiastically helped them untie the rope and push into the shallow water.

Yate and his old enemy supported each other and climbed onto the fishing boat. As soon as the oars touched the shore, they swung a few meters away.

The sea breeze blows over the cheeks, bringing the smell of salted fish drying on the shore, and a distant cry: "—Old man! Art! Lyme! Why are you going? The king of Sparta has something to ask you, and wants to hire You go to Sparta to train the navy!"

"——??" The comfort on Yate's face disappeared immediately, and just as he was about to stand up, he was elbowed back by his old rival next to him, "You're fucking going to die, aren't you!"

"Fuck off, don't let this get in the way," the old enemy firmly held his head, stretched his neck and stared at the shore, "Who?? What? Let's go to Sparta to train the navy? Ha! Train the Spartans Soldier?"

The old men in the boat suddenly became chaotic, fighting each other while scrambling to grab the oars: "Wait a minute, we'll talk about it when we go ashore!"

Old friend Lime didn't even look at Art, whose nostrils were pinched by his old enemy, and slapped the boat gang: "I'm not lying, I'll take this job!"

When did you hear Sparta invite Gentiles to train its soldiers?This alone is enough to make him want to jump off the boat and swim back to the shore on the spot!

That's Sparta, the most powerful military city-state, even though everyone knows that Sparta's battles at sea are almost as famous as Sparta's invincibility in land warfare, but this is not exactly the best challenge ?

Isn't it more challenging to train such an army to the peak than being a fishing boat waiting to die?ha!If they do, they will be famous in Greece!

Lime almost lost his mind and danced on the boat, and quickly slapped Art without looking back: "Dock, hurry up, don't keep the king waiting, what if you regret it?"

Spartans have always been xenophobic, and few foreigners have the honor to legally enter the city-state of Sparta. Even though it has been open for business in the past two years, the management of entry and exit has become more stringent. The Spartan Acropolis even built a the city wall.

Rhyme never imagined that he could step into the territory of Sparta and be invited by the king to train the navy!This alone is enough for him to boast, and it is completely enough to be compared to fighting the Pirates and the Hurricane when he was young. Unexpectedly, when he is old and disabled, he can actually start a new chapter in his life?

After Lime, Yate and his old enemy fell into a fight again, as if the smile and reconciliation just now were just an illusion: "Why are you in a hurry, did someone call your name? It's me! You old cripple !"

The old enemy slapped Art's side fork: "Bah! Bah! I'm not much better than you, kill you bastard!"

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Hiring the seriously injured old pirate to train the fleet, Jacintos only remembered it when he stood in front of his own fleet hesitating.

It's also fortunate that his brother sent the fleet, otherwise he almost didn't notice this point: the support of allies alone is not enough. If you really want to increase the combat power at sea, you still need to strengthen your own fleet.

Including those crossbows and arrows seized from Persia, it is also difficult to apply to naval warfare, and can only add to the Spartan army.

On the way back to Sparta, several old pirates surrounded Jacintos and chattered:

"Since you invited us here, you have to think about it clearly. It is not an easy task to support the fleet. It costs a lot of money!"

"I heard that many Spartan soldiers lived inland from birth. This is not good. It is better to choose those young people who were born on the coast. They are familiar with water since they were young, and they are better trained."

"Uh, majesty, are you okay? Are you a little seasick?"

Yacintos's complexion was indeed not very good-looking, but he was not dizzy, but rather spirited: "It's okay, just a little bit unmotivated."

"This is also seasickness," the old pirates slapped their thighs affirmatively, "but this is very light, you can get used to it after overcoming it."

Hyacinthus smiled and did not argue with them.

It's certainly not seasick.

He looked at the sea in the distance, and recalled that he also crossed the ocean when he besieged the Temple of Delphi for the oracle.

It's just that the two times of crossing the sea back and forth were at night, so when he dreamed that he seemed to be floating on the boat, he only thought that he was affected by reality. Now that he thinks about it, it may be a flashback of his previous life experience.

Ai Zhi guided the old pirates into the cabin to rest: "We will find a way to solve the opinions you put forward. In fact, the output of our mines has been very good recently, which is enough to support the fleet's expenses. In addition, the young people who are familiar with water It’s not that there are no people. You should know about the new policies of Sparta in the past two years, right? Many young people who were born in black labors and border residents can join the army. There are many who grew up in the seaport. You can enter later Pick one from the barracks..."

The old pirates still kept asking: "The output of the mine has increased? Why, have you found a new vein?"

"No, the drawings sent by His Majesty helped. Our craftsmen created a filter mask that can block poisonous smoke according to the drawings..."

Ai Zhi didn't say half of his words, but was slapped by Art in shock: "A mask that can block poisonous smoke? Hey! Do you know what this means?"

The old pirate winked: "I don't know if you will use this on the battlefield, but when I was young, I often loved to work with herbs. At that time, I also made a special smoke bomb, but it was too numbing. Yes, so it was self-defeating several times, and was finally banned by the old captain... If the mask you mentioned can isolate the effect of the smoke bombs I made, then we can throw smoke bombs on board, and then freely in the fog Kill in and out?"

Aizhi was overjoyed: "Really? Then this is also quite helpful for land warfare surprise attacks, what a surprise—no, wait, maybe this is His Majesty's plan? Everything is under His Majesty's control."

"...?" Hyacinthus turned his head innocently.

No, he was really just a donkey at the time. Hephaestus, the old pirates also smuggled along the way...

Forget it, opportunities are always reserved for those who are prepared, and he is well prepared.

Yacintos nodded calmly: "That's right."

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From Euboea Island to Sparta, the fleet bumped up and down for half a month, during which time it encountered three or four waves of pirate groups.

Fortunately, the experienced pirates used their knowledge of the weather and sea area to successfully fight several ambush battles using sea fog, and finally swallowed up these waves of pirates.

The pirates "selflessly contributed" nearly [-] intact paddle boats. When Hyacinthus counted them one by one, he found some valuable property by accident. In short, it was another wonderful journey full of rewards.

"...Is this the cause of the commotion at the port?" His Majesty Una stared at his son and soldiers at the desk speechlessly.

The guard leader of the port couldn't lift his head in shame, and admitted bravely: "Yes, that's right, we misunderstood. We saw about [-] pirate ships behind the fleet, and thought it was... the entire fleet had been wiped out. It is the pirates who have eaten the heart of the bear and the gall of the leopard, and want to come to our port to plunder."

His Majesty Una said indifferently: "So you just opened fire? Never thought about the possibility of the fleet winning?"

Guard leader: "..."

Honestly, yes.

The elders once again fell into a fierce debate about whether they should accept foreigners to train Spartan soldiers, but His Majesty Una couldn't sit still, and stood up weakly while leaning on the table: "Yasin, help me. "

The discussion of the elders came to an abrupt end, and the old Tiedarius asked suspiciously: "Are you uncomfortable? Where is the discomfort? Didn't you feel fine just now?"

Hyacinthus: "..."

His Majesty Una seemed to have never heard of it, and continued to perform his weak persona with a thick skin, and even more blatantly, he reached out and patted the chair he had just moved away: "Come, sit here, let me see you."

Hyacinthus: "...See how I sit down to deal with business?"

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The beautiful father-son friendship is short-lived, but the sincere and long-term elder brother is still in Corinth.

As a result, Hyacinthus had to take charge of the government affairs of the two kings alone. When he first returned to Sparta, his beautiful yearning of "watching the naval training and molesting Akka" was submerged in his official duties.

After half a month, Yacintos finally couldn't bear it anymore: "Is the meeting in Corinth endless? Did they make an agreement to squat in Corinth to Hades to pick them up from the underworld?"

I'm in a hurry, if I knew it, I might as well stay in Ubeya Island for a few more days.

More than a month has passed, not only did the meeting in Corinth fail to find out why, but even as the fighting in Macedonia became more and more tragic, some city-states that originally attended the meeting chose to withdraw from the alliance, such as Sparta's old rival Argos .

"Be patient. This is the first time that the city-states have sat down to discuss how to deal with the enemy instead of each other. It is good that the meeting can be held safely in Corinth." Old Tiedale comforted Jacintos, " At least His Majesty Oss has managed the consul of Achaia, and when the war against Persia begins, Achaia will definitely be the most convenient and important port, so we can take the initiative in the war.”

Aka on the side raised his eyelids and glanced at old Tidallie indifferently, with mockery in his eyes.

Jacintos was more blunt, and asked directly: "Which war initiative is being held? Is it against Persia, or is it a competition to see who can take the lead in this battle?"

Corinth's meeting news was sent to Sparta one by one. The most talked about was Athens and Sparta who was in command of the Allied Army, or which city-state was dissatisfied with which city-state.

The reasons for those city-states withdrawing from the alliance were partly because they were afraid of the strength of the Persian army, and partly because they were dissatisfied with not winning the leadership of the alliance.

Old Tiedale faced Jacintos' rhetorical question calmly, like an elder indulgently watching the younger generation play tricks: "Then what are you going to do?"

Hyacinthus took the opportunity to put down the pen in his hand naturally: "I'm going to Corinth to help. You know that the Delphi Temple has a special attitude towards me. If I also go to Corinth, the oracle may do something to encourage the city-states The prophecy of unity is of great help in advancing the progress of the meeting."

Old Tiedale nodded: "It will also be of great help to you to return the official duties to His Majesty Una."

... Some words should not be said too clearly, Hyacinthus looked at old Tidalius without a word.

Old Tiedale calmly moved away the mountain of business affairs on the table: "From the point of view of the rules, I don't agree with you going. But from the point of view of Sparta's interests, I agree with you."

"War is all about speed and speed. The sooner you send troops, the faster you can hit the enthusiasm of the Persian army. The sooner you encounter bad luck, the more the Persians will realize that we are not easy to mess with. And if you go to Corinth, the oracle may guide Spar It is also of great benefit to Sparta to prophesy that he will be the leader."

With him, everything was compromised for the benefit of Sparta.

Old Tiedale nodded: "Tomorrow, I will propose this proposal. Bring glory back to Sparta, Your Majesty."

— "He brought glory back to Sparta!"

An excited voice sounded in Jacintos' ears almost after the old Tidallie's words had settled down.

A chaotic scene flashed before Hyacinthus' eyes, it seemed to be a lively tavern, the scent of fragrant barley wine and wine permeated the tip of his nose, and dancers in revealing dresses danced beside him.

The golden scales are adorned on the corners of the dancers' clothes and skirts, and as they rotate, they cast psychedelic light and shadows in the room.

This is not the costume of any city-state in Greece. Even though Hyacinthus has never had contact with Persians, a thought popped into his mind immediately: "This is a dancer from Persia."

Aka stared at Yacintos the moment he fell into a daze, and the golden teacup in his hand made a slight creaking sound.

The hardness of gold utensils is low, and A-Ka's fingers only tightened slightly, leaving a few deep finger marks on the bottom of the cup.

"..." He quickly came to his senses, drooping his eyes and glanced at the bottom of his cup, and the invisible force erased the traces left by these tensions.

Aka put the teacup back on the table with a cold face, and stopped the old Tidallie who was a little suspicious and wanted to ask in a low voice: "Your Majesty is probably thinking about something."

But in fact, the conversation between Akka and old Tidallie did not reach Jacintos' ears.

He was still immersed in this flashback memory, and the figure in front of him gradually became clear, it was a young Spartan soldier.

In addition to the red cloak on the back, this soldier also has a particularly obvious feature, which is the cut on his neck, which will crack every now and then, causing him to hold his head from time to time and apologize to the ugly-looking boss next to him: " I'm sorry, I just came to Elysee, so I'm not very proficient in how to restrain death."

In my memory, Hyacinthus threw out a few gold coins, sent away the boss who was coming to make trouble, knocked on the table and asked the soldiers: "Don't talk about these nonsense, tell me more about the battle situation. What are you talking about... Men, how did you lose there?"

"To be honest, I don't remember clearly." The soldier held his head and tried to think about it for a while. "We originally blocked the enemy outside the pass. Later, a traitor told the Persian army a small path to go around... ummm , but it seems that the failure was not all caused by being flanked, our manpower was not enough before the war, and the city-states did not dispatch many people."

The soldier thought about it for a while, and said slowly: "Yes, that's right. The Persian army is too large, and the fleet's power is even more terrifying. Many city-states think it is impossible to defeat Persia. At that time Not all the soldiers who stayed at the Gate of Heat were determined to die there, just like those Thebes soldiers... King Leonidas only kept them as hostages, so as not to fight here. After the war, Thebes betrayed and surrendered to Persia."

"Is there any more?" Hyacinthus asked in the memory, "Is there anything else?"

The soldier shrugged: "No more. Would you like some wine..."

The flashback memory picture gradually blurred, and finally stopped abruptly.

Hyacinthus sat there for a moment, taking a deep breath.

In the previous life, when he asked these questions, was he just out of concern for Sparta, or did he know that he could reverse time?

At first glance, it looked like the latter, but Jacintos raised his hand and touched his chest lightly, but he thought it should be the former.

That bitter emotion stagnated in my heart, and was awakened with the recovery of memory.

He seemed to have returned to the moment when he was sitting in the tavern, forcing himself to listen to the soldiers' praise of King Leonidas, like a self-punishment.

Punish yourself for delaying your promise to your mother because of love, punish yourself for sitting in a tavern, and listen to the Spartan king of later generations doing what he should have done but failed, and listen to the drunken soldiers happily comforting: " But you are also great. You are very famous in Sparta. Do you know that we in Sparta hold a hyacinth festival specially for you? There is also a statue of you standing next to the statue of Apollo—you You know what I mean, because you are the lover of the gods."

"Snapped!"

The pain at the fingertips called Hyacinthus' attention, and he lowered his eyes slightly to look at the fingers cut by the crushed black pottery cup.

"What are you doing?!" Aka's frightened voice rang in his ears, and Hyacinthus' hands were held by another pair of wide and dry hands.

Yin Hong meanders between the white and slender fingertips, and the honey-colored palm holds his with a strong meaning.

Yacintos slowly raised his finger, relying on the opponent's daring to move his finger into the opponent's finger: "Thank you."

"?" A-Ka frowned, and rarely scolded, "What are you messing around with, let go of your hand."

Hyacinthos was also very well-behaved, allowing Aka to turn his palm over and carefully dispose of the debris in the wound.

He has a lot to thank.

For example, the care I have been taking all the time, and... and I like but give silently.

Unlike Apollo, who is high above the sky, and not like Aphrodite or Hades, Aka's favor seems to place her position very low, concealing her identity and concealing the truth, and then quietly He pushed onto the glorious dais.

He didn't know the reason, but it was a bit boring on the high platform, and there were a pack of wolves around, he didn't want to pay attention to other coveted eyes, he just wanted to bring this coveter who always hid himself in the dark.

Yacintos looked at Aka's drooping thick black eyelashes, and suddenly asked for advice: "Can I kiss you?"

He watched Aka raise his head in shock, and subconsciously raised his handkerchief to defend himself, and a smile quickly spread in his eyes: "If I can't, I'll ask later."