spartan ancestor

His teammates are too incompetent, Hades can only rely on himself: "Are you really just an ordinary human being? Golden arrows, lead arrows, and the divine power of Sleeping God have no effect on you, and you will not get sick or unlucky at all if you are infected with death." The meaning. If these are the functions of the artifacts you created, then why did you turn us into what we are now? To take away the godhead?"

As long as Hades is still the same, this questioning can appear cold and extremely intimidating, but the small milk voice and round face only make him look like a serious child pretending to be an adult, and the big moist eyes make the last part of the sentence even more There was no trace of deterrence left.

Hades continued to finish the sentence tenaciously: "...Return the godhead and restore us to the original state."

"Oh, about this," Yacintos's face couldn't be seen at all. At this moment, he was confused, and said lightly, "Just wait, it will recover slowly."

Hopefully, it will slowly recover.Jacintos added in his mind.

To be honest, he is not very sure.

Jinlei has always been out of his control.

Before this time, relying on the experience of Apollo and Artemis, he also speculated that Golden Tears might want to correct the bad character of the gods into good ones.

But Hades took away the golden arrow from the God of Love once, and after unlocking the effect of the golden arrow, Hades did not act unreasonably. There is a rationale that the Pomegranate and the Pomegranate should not enter the human world".

Even if it's tricking Hephaestus into the underworld, this is at best prying Zeus's corner while drunk.

After becoming the god of the underworld, it doesn't mean that you can only stay in the underworld forever, otherwise why do you always see the two brothers, the god of death and the god of sleep, flying around?

He said that Hephaestus "lost his freedom" and that he had to think twice before going to the underworld, and he just thought of the pile of drawings he gave Hades.The underworld was being rebuilt, and Hades chose to pry Hephaestus at this time, and the appeal was self-evident.With such a large underworld and such complicated blueprints, even if Hephaestus worked day and night, it would probably take more than ten years, or even decades, to complete this large project.

As long as it is another person, Yacintos will not be worried, but based on Yacintos' understanding of Vulcan, the other party's fanatical attitude towards casting is likely to make him start it and finish it in one go...

Hyacinthus was thinking, while looking at Vulcan and Beauty, who were sleeping soundly with their belly open.

It doesn't make sense for these two people to be engulfed by the golden thread. They have already reflected on their wrong actions, so why did they trigger the golden tears?

More questions flooded out of my mind, such as why does Jinsi take away the godhead every time?

Since it was taken away, why should it be returned?

And this time, why did Hades and the others turn into children?He doesn't want to lose his furry cubs!

Hyacinthus looked away for a moment, raised his hand and picked up Hades into the arms of Sleeping God, and pushed Beauty God into his arms along the way, then hugged Little Vulcan himself: "That's it," he said smoothly Borrowing what Death God said just now, he asked Hades confidently, "Stop staring, is it my fault? Did Apollo tell me not to make me cry when I went down to the underworld? — Forget it, I forgive you, this It was also an unintentional mistake, who knew that the words of the God of Fire and the God of Beauty would move me so far?"

"..." Hades heard Jacintos' generous tone, his expression cracked slightly.

Then does he still have to thank Jacintos for his tolerance and forgiveness?

He refrained from saying this, and didn't say it. He suspected that Hyacinthus would really respond to the question.

Yacintos raised his hand and covered the little Vulcan with his cloak, intending to create a calm illusion of "I didn't intend to steal the child": "I have been out for so long, if I don't go back, my brother should be worried—"

"What? Wait!" The god of death suddenly pulled out of the mushroom state, and rushed over to grab Hyacinthus' cloak, "You can't just leave like this? You have to be responsible!"

To be honest, I don’t really want to be negative. From the corner of Yacintos’s eyes, he saw Aka’s face suddenly becoming unattractive. Using his divine power, he pulled Death’s claws from the cloak, and made a few excuses: "My brother is still waiting for me, the war with Persia is not over yet—"

"If you go back to the underworld with us, maybe you can see your family!" The God of Death, relying on Hades' inability to stop him at the moment, seduced, "Do you have any deceased relatives? Whether they are in the place of pain or Elysee Lingdi, I can help you find them!"

"..." Jacinto paused.

His hand unconsciously smoothed the corner of the cloak crumpled by the god of death, as if trying to cover up.

The crumpled corners of the clothes can be smoothed out, but the strong emotions that burst out of my heart can't be concealed.

Like Jueti's flood, those emotions trapped in the depths of his memory, which had tortured him for a hundred years or a thousand years, were extremely turbulent. Yacintos felt that every inch of his soul was filled with the pain, self-blame, and shame that had been brewing for a long time. ...soaking without leaving a trace.

mother.

There was a voice shouting in his heart, which gradually became dilapidated from being clear in this vast ocean of emotions.

But the voice of calling still left a shadow of obsession, wandering unwillingly in the treacherous vortex and among the turbulent waves.

Hyacinthus wanted to refuse, wanted to continue with his original plan, but when he really opened his mouth, only a short and hoarse voice came out of his throat: "Okay."

·

Before heading to the underworld, Hyacinthus did not forget to say hello to his brother.

In the past few times, he was dragged away by the gods, and he didn't have a chance to talk about it. The only messages that reached his brother were urgent messages like "Your Majesty was taken away by XX!", "Your Majesty was taken away by XX again!", Ya Xintos imagined how Oss felt after receiving the urgent message, and felt a little guilty.

So this time, Yacintos decided to say goodbye to his brother, and by the way, he can send a letter to the priest of Pluto, and he can receive it.

"I'm going to say hello, you are here, take the children, don't move around." Yacintos stopped Brother Reaper, who was holding three babies, outside the station. After thinking about it, a smile suddenly appeared on his brows. Turning to Aka, he said, "Don't go in too, wait for me here."

He just remembered another benefit of going to Hades.

There is no brother in Hades!Wouldn't he be able to flirt with A-Ka to his heart's content?Isn't this a godsend opportunity!

Jacintos cheered up, turned around and walked into the station, without changing his face, under the watchful eyes of all the allied forces, he walked into Oss' tent: "Brother."

Oss stood up immediately, and his eager movements didn't match his always stern face: "Are you okay?" After anxiously caring, Oss realized that this kind of behavior was not dignified. , so he sat back again trying to cover up, and said sternly, "Yasin, what is going on with Pluto? Why are Vulcan and Beauty also related to you?"

Yacinto paused for a moment, and decided to borrow the official words of the Apollo siblings: "No, in fact, we are all friends—" He met Oss's "You think I'm stupid" eyes, and patched, " That’s what we just came to a consensus on.”

Consensus just reached?What's the meaning?

Oss shuddered, could it be that Pluto and the Vulcan couple were really pursuing Yashin before?

Hiss... Could it be the same for the Apollo siblings before?

Yacintos changed the topic, and said nonsense: "As compensation for making a small noise, His Majesty Pluto said that he would allow me to go to the underworld and meet my mother. Brother, do you have anything to say to your mother? I can see if I can bring a message for you, too."

"..." Oss stopped the words that had reached his lips.

His mood was a little complicated for a while.On the one hand, he really didn't want his younger brother to have anything to do with gods like Pluto, and on the other hand, he felt that he had no position to stop his younger brother from meeting Queen Lutes.

As for himself...

Oss said lightly: "You don't need to help me with the message, you just need to come back early. You don't have to worry about the ending, there are me and my father."

He is not cold and indifferent, with his mother's conduct, he should be living a life without worry in food and clothing in Elysee Spiritual Land at this moment, which she never had before she was alive.

But once he really asked Yacintos to send a message to his mother, even if it was just saying "I am fine now, I have become a king", mother will definitely know from Yacintos that the two brothers are actually in a good relationship. Queen Tes took him very well until her death, so she will definitely start to feel ashamed and blame herself for why she judges the heart of a gentleman with the heart of a villain, why she always teaches Oss to be humble and prudent, maybe Oss is because of Her education suffered a lot...

Oss didn't want his mother to finally get the life she should have, and still feel uncomfortable because of him.

Even though occasionally, he does think of his mother's teachings and feels a little resentful, but from a rational point of view, Oss knows that his mother's teachings to him are indeed the most appropriate.

After all, before his mother passed away, no one was sure whether His Majesty Una would look for her again in the future, and what kind of woman he was looking for.He was just extremely lucky to meet Queen Lutes and have a perfect younger brother.

Just look at Cleo and Neliu of the Oripontide family for this point.Even brothers of the same father and mother may not be able to get close.

Yacintos glanced at his brother who seemed to be in a daze, and shrugged: "All right. Anyway, if there is anything, or if there is any progress in the mopping up, you can communicate it to me by offering sacrifices to Hades."

Yacinto paused for a moment, then remembered something, and quickly added: "Don't tell father about this!"

Otherwise, he was afraid that His Majesty Una would throw a mountain of official affairs into the altar of Hades, something his father could really do.

Oss seemed a little amused, and the corners of his serious and straight mouth were slightly hooked: "But--what is this!!"

Oss stood up abruptly, looked over Jacintos' shoulders, and fell to the door of the tent, his calm expression suddenly became harsh: "Who is this?! Who are these children!! Jacintos!! "

Yacintos hadn't heard his brother call him by his full name for a long time. He really felt tense when he heard it at first, and Oss' performance also made him feel ominous.

Yacintos quickly turned around: "—— Thanatos? Didn't I tell you to wait outside the barracks with the child?? Which word in this sentence is obscure??"

Oss: "Turn your head back! Hyacinthus! Look at me, explain! How did these kids get here?!"

"Brother, please lower your voice," Yacintos raised his hands and said, "Things are not as you think, I guarantee that these three children have nothing to do with me—"

"What?! I knew you didn't intend to be responsible!" The stick of death yelled immediately, who knows if this guy did it on purpose, "Fortunately, I have a good eye, so I came here to take a look, otherwise you will not Responsible, when none of this happened?"

Oss: "What's the matter??? What's the responsibility??"

Hyacinthus couldn't say that these three cubs were actually Pluto and other gods themselves, and if he said that, he would have to bring up a lot of questions that needed to be explained.He simply strode over, grabbing the collar of Reaper, who was holding the three babies, and said "No, Hades is urging you", then picked up the other two people outside the tent, and left in a flash.

Under the urging of Pluto's divine power, the cracks on the ground opened again. It was probably the first time in two lifetimes that Jacintos was so active and jumped into the darkness on his own initiative.

...It looked more like a scumbag who was speechless when asked and could only shake his sleeves and leave.

Oss chased out of the tent in a hurry, and only had time to see the closed crack, his chest was so angry that he couldn't help raising his hand to stroke his chest.

Around the station, people were quiet for a moment, and suddenly burst into enthusiastic whispers:

"My God!! Did you see that? The one with wings just now, isn't it Death?"

"Wearing a black robe and carrying a scythe...it must be! What happened to the three children in his arms?"

"I have a... unbelievable guess, have you seen the appearance of those three children? They are carved out of the same mold as the three gods just now!"

"Hiss—Zeus, is that—that, that is, the child of that majesty and those three gods? But, but Vulcan and Hades are both men!"

"Then what's the matter, it's not like there are male gods who give birth to themselves."

"Wait? Wait, wait, let me go over the logic. That His Majesty is a complete human being, and he must not be able to have children. Then, those children are born by... those people?"

The station fell into deathly silence again.

After a while, the people suddenly broke out into an even more enthusiastic uproar. The consul of Phokis squeezed through the crowd with difficulty and came to Oss: "Congratulations, Sparta has a crown prince!"

"..." Oss almost had a myocardial infarction.

The consul of Corinth also moved his chubby body, finally squeezed out from the crowd, walked to Oss in a few steps, wiped his sweat with a smile on his face and said: "Oh, I also received a letter from His Majesty Una before, Invite Corinth to the Hyacinthian festival in Sparta—when is this solemn festival held every year?"

Oss: "..."

·

Considering Hades' mood and the ability of those troubadours on the River Styx to gossip, Hyacinthus did not plan to swagger like the god of death, and flew straight to the Elysee Palace after entering the underworld.

Hades clung to Jacintos's arms, pointed at the Hades Palace flying over with his short fingers: "Business..."

"Can you think of something else?" The tone was rather lost.

Hyacintos was a little funny, glanced at Hades' stern little round face, and backed down and said, "Okay, okay. There are many people in the Hades Palace, you really want to work, and let Thanatos take care of the official business." Move to the Elysee Palace for you."

Since the last time Jacintos escaped from the underworld, the Elysee Palace has been left idle by Hades again.

Originally, there were a lot fewer guards at the gate, and Hyacinthus flew into the palace quietly with all the Hades under his divine power, and no one even noticed.

The god of death has already gone to look for Hyacinthus' mother, and the god of sleep was forced to bear the weight of three babies. As soon as he landed, he couldn't wait to find a children's room that he didn't know was built for farts. Diet put it under the quilt and rolled it into a short and fat silkworm baby. Beauty God snorted and woke up slowly: "—Ah!!"

The silkworm baby suddenly burst into a blunt and squat exclamation mark: "Hypnos! Why are you here—why am I in the underworld? Ah! My godhead, how did I become smaller?"

The God of Sleep has turned around and is focused on fighting with the other quilt, finally wrapped up the Vulcan cub who was snoring and put it on another bed: "Stop barking, Aphrodite .It’s all your fault, who told you to provoke Hyacinthus.”

If Aphrodite hadn't snatched Jacinthus back then, Vulcan wouldn't have sent Jacinthus back to Elis, and Hades wouldn't have bumped into Jacinthus.

"Nonsense," Aphrodite struggled to free her chubby hands from the quilt, frantically touched her chest, only to find a flat piece, broke down and cried, "What did you do to me?! I What about my chest? Why did I become like this?"

"If you lose, you will gain," Sleeping God casually comforted, "Think about the good, although you lost your breasts, you have a stomach?"

Aphrodite: "...Wow!!"

Let her cry to death, she has no breasts, and more belly, this life is impossible...

Aphrodite burst into tears as she leaned over to the Vulcan, stretched out her short hand and shook vigorously: "Wake up! Look at what we have become, you are still asleep!"

Vulcan boy turned around and kicked off the quilt wrapped in Sleeping God, stretched out his chubby hand and scratched his belly: "Hurrah."

Aphrodite: "...you divorced me, do you know that!"

Hephaestus was sound asleep, and Aphrodite's swaying, instead of waking him up, made him feel comfortable, as if he had returned to the cradle when he was a baby.

Aphrodite was furious, sat up straight, grabbed Vulcan's shoulder and shook wildly: "Wake up!"

Vulcan Cub's big head was dangling back and forth, and a mess of things jingled and fell out of his waist.

At first, it was casting tools such as hammers and chisels, and then began to drop some half-finished rings and bracelets, and occasionally some new gadgets that the gods present could not name.

The sleepy god's attention was immediately diverted, and the words that he wanted to stop were thrown away: "What is this for... eh? Dionysus' flagon!"

Obviously, the wine that Hephaestus took out before was not the only jug he won from Dionysus.

As Aphrodite swayed, more amphora were shaken out, and the god of sleep couldn't help but stepped forward to save the wine: "Aphrodite, be careful. These are all Dios. The wine made by Nissos, and his logo is on the amphora."

Aphrodite cried and hiccupped: "You - hiccup! You know wine! No one cares about me - hiccup!"

"Caring, caring," Sleeping God said perfunctorily to the cub, while lowering his head to save the jug, "How much wine did Hephaestus steal from Dionysus?"

The hippopotamus fell more and more, and the sleepy god couldn't hold it anymore, and was so bold that he stuffed the hippot into the arms of Hades and Hyacinthus, that is, Aka stood far away, and he couldn't smoke. Run out to plug it, or you will suffer.

Jacintos thought about the meeting with his mother, and was a little uneasy at first. Looking at the commotion in the room, he couldn't help laughing. He found a table at random, put down all the amphora, and embezzled a pot of Bacchus' wine by the way. Holding it unsteadily in his hand, he walked to the door: "Sit in a quiet place?"

Aka glanced at Jacintos, then turned to look at the adults and cubs who were still making noise in the room, and frowned slightly: "I'm looking at the children."

"Whatever, if you want to find me, you know where to go - that is the courtyard before." Yacintos said, without staying any longer, swaying the flagon and strolling through the promenade, following the familiar route, to the even If you lose your memory, you can't go to the wrong courtyard just by instinct.

In his previous life, he was like today, always carrying a jug of wine.

Lying down on the bench this time, Jacintos hardly thought about it, and habitually uncorked the bottle with his hand, and took a big gulp skillfully.

The mellow wine entered the throat, it was not spicy, it slid down the throat warmly, and the slight drunkenness immediately floated on the cheeks, light and comfortable, but also seemed to be unavoidably melancholy and bitter.

Of course, what is bitter is not the wine made by Dionysus, but the mood of Hyacinthus who leaned on the bench countless times, pouring the wine silently, and looking at the lawn outside the courtyard.

It was also the god of death who mentioned the topic of whether he had any relatives, and Jacintos vaguely realized that the person he was looking at here was probably Queen Lutes.

How would he feel then?

The mother he clearly misses is right in front of him, but he has no face to see him. Every piece of information he gets from looking around seems to be stabbing his spine, scolding him for his uselessness and fault.

Hyacinthus looked at the lawn quietly for a while, raised his hand without looking sideways, and took another big sip of wine.

Perhaps it was because Dionysus's treasured wine was really overbearing, Hyacinthus' vision was a little blurred, and then some sporadic memory fragments flashed in front of his eyes.

day.

Every time my mother showed up on that lawn, it was during the day.

She looked exceptionally healthy, without the slightest sign of illness. She was surrounded by many happy young girls who were talking to her with sparkling eyes.

Immediately afterwards, the mother would blow a loud eagle whistle, and a goshawk would fly from afar—not the same one. At the beginning, the mother did not change the eagle very often, but later she changed it frequently.

Those old memories were freed from the dust, and they emerged a little slowly. Hyacinthus drank wine one by one, sorting and connecting those fragments.

He remembered that the first few times he saw his mother, she seemed to be trying to teach the girls how to falcon.

The goshawk she recruited was always the same one, and her expression was always very patient, so gentle that she couldn't see the sharpness before she was born.

Later... Later, for some unknown reason, she began to change this lighthearted little activity.

Every time she brought a tamed eagle, she would speak harshly and give constant stimulation.

Goshawk was at a loss at first, and flinched a little, but was soon forced to a critical point, spread its wings and bit her fiercely, and then was driven away.

Queen Lytus seemed to find the latter entertainment more interesting, so this pattern has been preserved.

Hyacinthus is also used to this cycle: he didn't see his mother on the grass for more than half a month—probably because he was catching a new falcon. The results of domestication were destroyed, and the goshawk was released.

Yacintos sipped his wine, blinked drowsily, and suddenly realized that he probably drank too much alcohol, and the playback memory suddenly rewound and jumped back to the original scene.

He saw his mother, surrounded by a large group of young girls, walking onto the lawn. A goshawk rested on a wheat-colored arm, combing its wings.

Jacintos looked at his mother who was talking and laughing on the lawn in some bewilderment, took a sip of his wine, and felt that it didn't matter, since he could see his mother anyway, and this kind of gentle smiling mother made him feel even more peace of mind.

So he lay back safely, propping his cheek lazily with his hands, watching his mother coax the girls to laugh and dance, and watching the girls reluctantly part from their mother after experiencing the joy of "taming the falcons" .

Then, the mother in the "memory" turned her feet, her smiling eyes were sharp, and she slashed in his direction. With a shake of her wheat-colored arm, the goshawk on the armor screamed and spread its wings. Goofy, swooping straight at him.

"Snapped!"

The flagon was knocked to the ground.