spartan ancestor

Yacintos couldn't remember why he was addicted to alcohol in his previous life.Perhaps it was to numb the nerves and give up on oneself.

But this time when he drank, it was purely because he thought of seeing his mother soon, and the emotions that had been accumulated for two lifetimes surged into his heart, making him so nervous that he was rarely restless, hoping to calm down with the help of wine.

Hyacinthus had a good plan. When the god of death came to find his mother, he immediately activated the power of the three godheads at the same time. He was able to disperse the smell of alcohol in the blink of an eye, so that the mother could not find any traces.

At that time, he can meet with his mother in a calm manner, put aside the past of the previous life, and talk to his mother about his achievements in this life.

result……

"...!" Jacintos suddenly jumped up from the chair, almost fell into the small flower bed in front of the bench, flustered like a child caught by his parents for doing bad things.

He quickly dispelled the smell of alcohol, his eyes wandered for a while, and when he turned his foot, the wine jug rolled under the bench.

"?" Goshawk landed on the back of the chair, tilted his head, and watched the Twolegs destroy the corpse in front of him.

Immediately, it flapped its wings, fell to the ground, pouted its buttocks and got under the chair, came out with the evidence in its mouth, and placed it squarely in front of Jacintos.

Hyacinthus: "..."

Why does my mother raise an eagle like her, dedicated to creating scenes that make people want to die of shame?

Outside the palace, the guards already realized that something was wrong: "What are you doing? It is very lenient to allow you to tame eagles here, but you are not allowed to let eagles fly into the palace! His Highness Death God just gave a message, saying that the Empress Dowager is now In the palace, don't disturb him!"

Queen Lutes let out an inaudible tone: "Queen of the Underworld?"

"Cough," Hyacinthus's perfect smile almost failed, he walked to the edge of the garden hedge, "let her in."

The guard stopped and guided Queen Lutes to the palace.

Hyacinthus stood there for a while, then slowly walked back to the bench and sat down.

"Shushasha..." Goshawk tilted his head, and dragged the flagon all the way to Jacintos' feet.

Hyacinthus: "..."

The original repressed, sour, dull emotions accumulated for thousands of years were temporarily replaced by more relaxed speechlessness.

Jacintos recalled when he was young, whenever he accidentally did something embarrassing, his mother could always find evidence of his countless destruction, and asked him solemnly, as if she couldn't see that her son was so ashamed and angry that she wanted to find someone The look of getting into the cracks in the ground is so wicked that it makes people grind their teeth.

Perhaps, a large part of his bad taste was passed down from Queen Lutes.

When Yacintos grew up, the reason why he could quickly develop a thick skin that was invulnerable to guns and guns, and flawlessly play the role of the wasteful crown prince who is romantic and careless, is also due to his mother's "love" to him when he was young. exercise".

There were footsteps outside the courtyard, and the voice of the guard came from the corridor: "Go in here, and we won't bother you."

Queen Lutes responded briefly, and Mai Se's long legs came back to Jacintos' sight.

"..." Jacintos involuntarily straightened his back, his body was a little stiff.

He also thought that with Goshawk's interruption, he might be able to communicate with his mother easily and freely, showing the maturity of adulthood, and no longer would be blushed and speechless by his mother's teasing like when he was a child .

But the fact is that when his mother re-entered his field of vision, those emotions that were just taken away by Goshawk's interruption came back again like a shadow.

Think about it too, how many times in his previous life he hid behind this hedge, obviously separated from his mother by a wall, but he had no face to see her, he could only hide behind the hedge like a shadow, numbly pouring pot after pot. Judijiu, in such a cowardly way, spied on his mother's every move.

Hyacinthus could feel that his body was stiff, and those old emotions from the past were like the winter wind in a dilapidated house, whistling back and forth in his body.

But thanks to the instincts he has honed over the years, on the surface, he still greeted his mother nonchalantly: "Why didn't I meet the god of death? I just asked him to go out to find you. Could it be that he missed it..."

Hyacinthus seemed to be split into two people, half of him was still shrouded in the shadow of his previous life, like a pale and numb shadow, hiding behind the other half of himself who was flexible and communicative, just like hiding behind the hedge to spy on his mother , secretly looking at his mother's expression.

Half of him was chatting and laughing, and his powerful rationality controlled the logic of the conversation to ensure that nothing should be leaked, and the embarrassing things in his previous life would not be known to his mother.

He seemed to have been talking for a long time, from how to win the trial, to the war with Persia, until he finally said that he had nothing to say, then he fell silent for a while, and brought up another topic with a smile: "Just talk about myself, how about you? How have you been these years? Is there anything interesting? I saw you taming eagles with a lot of girls..."

"Very good," Queen Lutes looked at him, "it's just a little dull. Yashin."

Queen Lutes suddenly called out Jacinthus' name, which made Jacinthus's smooth and natural movements pause for a moment.

Queen Lutes said lightly: "You know me. Although I am very proud of you for the achievements you mentioned, I also want to hear, for example, how did you say that you became the queen of the underworld? How did you get along with Apollo and Artemis?" Has something to do with it?"

Yacintos thought that this was another bad joke from his mother, before he could speak, he heard his mother continue: "...doing so many things, dealing with so many people and gods, are you tired? Are you injured?"

"—Will you be wronged?"

"..." The other half, Yacintos, who was talking and laughing, was also stuck.

He believed that the self in his previous life should have imagined many times, if he could stand in front of his mother with a clear conscience, what would he say to his mother, and what would he want her to say back.

He thought that he was the one who counted his glory over the years to his mother, and the mother proudly praised him as her glory.

But it seems that is not the case.

The powerful half of me standing in front of me was like a shadow made of paper, which was broken by my mother's words, and the pale and numb self hiding behind was revealed without any concealment, followed by those who suppressed Emotions that have lasted a hundred years or a thousand years.

He didn't realize that he was crying until his mother held his face in her hands and gently wiped it for him like she did when she was very young. Her calloused fingers wiped away the wetness on his face, covering all emotions The last layer of tissue paper was also wiped away by the mother's hand.

Queen Lutes sighed softly, and hugged him into her arms: "I remember, except for the time you changed your teeth when you were young, you have never cried once."

He has never cried, no matter because of the high fever in training, or when he was in the underworld in his previous life.

The former feels unnecessary, while the latter feels unqualified.

But if you want to ask whether he has ever been wronged in these years, or if he has, it may be just one time.

But not because of a persistent fever, and not because of Apollo.

At that time, my mother had just passed away.

When he was young, he hadn't cultivated to be as invulnerable as he was later. After sleeping in his courtyard for several days, he walked into his mother's kitchen alone with some wishes that now seemed childish.

He heard from the guard that his brother had returned to Sparta and was in the barracks.Father didn't encounter any trouble in the meeting hall today.

So he thought, although his mother passed away, the family cannot be separated, and I have to be the bond of this family.

So he sent guards to the barracks to invite his elder brother, and the meeting hall to invite his father, and secretly tossed in the kitchen by himself.

But how can the little crown prince who has never touched the stove make a fire?Until the fire engulfed the entire kitchen, he was stunned and didn't react much. It was the guards who realized something was wrong and shouted to put out the fire, and carried him out of the kitchen.

Many years have passed since this incident. Yacintos can't say in detail what emotions he felt when he looked at the kitchen engulfed in flames.

But it must be wronged.

Otherwise, why did he stubbornly wait for the fire to be extinguished after he was rescued by the guards, and sat in front of the small dining table scorched by the fire, sitting alone all night?

Otherwise, why is he obviously able to take care of everything by himself, and is good at assassination and war, but he never goes into the kitchen, and doesn't even know that a raw onion will make people cry?

However, after growing up, he understood the responsibilities on his shoulders and had a plan in mind to achieve.

So he sealed up all these emotions so that he would not have any weaknesses, and when he heard Aussie mention it, he also showed disgust, and changed the subject lightly with a few words.

But he should have always remembered the grievance of this person sitting until early in the morning and no one came, and it was only at this moment that his mother pushed him away with a word.

Queen Lutes clearly said her last wish of "don't shed tears for me", but she was quite indulgent at the moment, letting Hyacinthus' tears wet her clothes, and patted her son on the shoulder after a while: "OK I know it's not easy for you."

She raised her eyebrows and pointed to a certain direction of the palace: "You haven't answered my question yet. What's going on with the Empress? Why, even have a child? I can already hear the commotion."

Queen Lutes squinted at the wine jug guarded by Goshawk arrogantly: "Are you regretting that you have a child after killing someone, so you are here to drink away your worries?"

"..." Yacintos straightened up dumbfounded, and wiped his face casually, "It's really not my child, it's just an accident."

Queen Lutes nodded: "It's okay to be fake. At my age, it's normal to have grandchildren."

Yacintos smiled: "Then I am ashamed to see you? Before you died, I swore with you, either to lead Sparta to glory, or to die on the battlefield. How can I be a pawn to others here? The queen is with the baby."

Queen Lutes paused: "You..." She seemed to almost roll her eyes, although she held back, her tone was not much better, "You think I bring a group of chattering little girls here every day to tame falcons Why? Hmm? I think the lawn here is more beautiful and the air is fresher? Or do you think it’s fun to coax a group of laymen, endure their clumsy performance, and have to work hard secretly to cooperate with them to give orders to the eagle? When did you see that I am so patient? of?"

"You..." Hyacinthus was dumb for a moment, and his voice suddenly became a little hoarse, "So you didn't blame me? Even if you heard that I became the queen of the underworld? You... came here on purpose to meet me?"

Queen Lutes rolled her eyes completely this time, and said angrily, "Otherwise, which little girl am I falling in love with?"

She paused: "Before I died... I said that, but I know your character. If you really didn't do it, there must be some reason."

Queen Lutes added: "I'm not very angry after hearing the news of the Queen of the Underworld. At most, I wonder how you see each other. If you really want to say who is sorry, then with your personality, it must be Hades. I'm sorry. Why am I still mad at you? You've been bullied by the bastard. In comparison, I'm even more angry when I see you lying here drinking, with a decadent and numb look on your face. "

"..." Jacintos was speechless for a while.

He couldn't help thinking, this life was like this, but what about the previous life?

Did his mother forgive him long ago in his previous life?

It's just that I always see him lying in the courtyard drinking like mud, and I feel dissatisfied, so I suddenly changed the mode of taming the falcon, and drove away the little girls before. The easy-to-tame eagle was stimulated to regain its wildness... Was it to motivate him?

Encourage him, even the goshawk, which has been tamed and has no edges and corners, can regain its wildness when it is driven to a desperate situation, and it should be the same for him to attack and fly high.

Queen Lutes's tone slowed slightly: "How could you be so stupid to misunderstand me like this? You see, I have given you the only softness in my life, my little Jacintos."

Little Jacinthus, little hyacinth.

The purple flower, which looks weak and delicate, does not match Queen Lutes' personality at first glance, but Queen Lutes likes it for no reason.

She gave Jacintos such a name, which also conveyed a silent promise: just as she unconditionally loves this flower, as a mother, she will also care for and love Jacintos unconditionally.

"—You better not really misunderstand me that much," Queen Lutes changed the subject, her tone changed suddenly, "otherwise you would be too stupid."

Yacintos sweated a little, thinking that I probably really thought so in my previous life...?

Hyacinthos was also a little uncertain. The reason why he was so certain before was all because of the memory fragments he recalled and the emotions that emerged with the memories.

He was deceived by these, thinking that what he recalled was the established fact, but what if it wasn't?Think about it carefully, if in the last life I was really decadent enough to give up on myself and live on drinking, how would I turn back time?

Anyway, no matter whether it is true or not, it is definitely not recognized, Yacintos said without changing his face: "Why, I just casually said - do you want some wine? This is not ordinary wine, it is Dionysus Dionysus Treasure of Oenissus."

After all these years, he has grown somewhat.Hyacinthus lightly changed the topic, and gave himself a very righteous reason for drinking - this is not indulging in alcohol, but tasting fine wine.

Queen Lutes narrowed her eyes and did not find any flaws in Jacintos's face, she really sat down next to him: "That's not bad, there are many winemakers in Elysee, but the wine brewed by Dionysus himself is my favorite." No chance to taste it. Tell me about you and Pluto, what’s going on?"

"..." Why did he still remember this question? Yacintos was speechless and funny, as if he was back in his childhood and was questioned by his mother after he did something embarrassing.

It's just that today is different from the past, he is taller and thicker than before, and he opened his mouth to talk nonsense: "It should be the same as the story you heard, but I was shot by Cupid's arrow, and my mind was not clear. Take it to the underworld. After getting rid of the effect of the golden arrow, he took the initiative to become friends with me, but the king of the underworld always wants to save face, and the misunderstanding of the queen of the underworld has never been clarified."

Yacintos spoke half-truth and half-truth, and handed the flagon to his mother: "The child's matter was also an accident, and I'm not too sure about it. It is estimated that there will be new rumors circulating in a while—you know it's not true. That's enough."

Queen Lutes drank more boldly than Jacintos, which was 100% intoxicating. After she finished drinking, she urged Jacintos to drink too, obviously already on top.

Yacintos had been thinking "my mother is drunk too, so I have no position to blame me", but at this time, looking at her mother, she was probably drunk, so she felt relieved and looked up.

As soon as Jiu Jin turned up, he couldn't help but talk more: "Actually, the current reconstruction of the underworld is all brought up by me."

Although it was not his idea, this life was proposed by him.

In his previous life, he was not good at talking to Hardest.How to say?In fact, I escaped the underworld once in my previous life. Is this the scene of the underworld I saw before I escaped from the underworld?Then Hades must not turn his face on the spot?

This leads to a problem, in case there are omissions in the later construction, he can't blame Hades in his previous life for what's wrong, so wouldn't it be his fault?

Although he personally saw these blueprints as perfect, and Hades had used them for so many years in his previous life, he couldn't be too cautious about infrastructure construction.

So Jacintos humbly asked, "What do you think? Are there any omissions?"

Queen Lutes rested her cheeks, unable to open her eyes: "I think——I haven't seen what it will look like after the construction is completed. I don't have any requirements for the underworld, but the girls who trained the falcons... Some of them said , I hope to forget everything in my life and live a new life.”

Queen Lutes patted Jacintos: "You...drink! Why do you drink less than me."

It can be seen that the wine of Dionysus is really too strong for her.

"I was drinking before you came..." The drinking was out of the light, and Yacintos didn't bother to use his power to dispel the alcohol, otherwise there would be no point in drinking.

He muttered for a while, and still raised his head in dissatisfaction: "Why do you want to live a new life? Why? Wouldn't it be good to enjoy a carefree life in Elysee forever after death?"

After asking a series of questions, he said to himself: "Oh, it's not good."

Didn't he in the last life also enter the Elysee?But in the end the escape began.

People always have obsessions, and some people have suffered unforgettable injuries during their lifetime. Perhaps for those girls, this kind of injury cannot be solved with a cup of amnesia potion. Everyone wants to come clean and clean walk cleanly.

"Sometimes they tell me," Queen Lutes half-closed her eyes, her voice was vague, and she could hear that she was struggling to sleep, "I hope I can forget everything and return to the world, even if I become a bird or a butterfly." Anything is fine, live a clean life, and enter the underworld cleanly."

"Snapped!"

Queen Lutes couldn't help but lay down on the table and fell asleep.The goshawk that landed by the table was startled and flapped its wings.

"Again..." Hyacinthus was half-drunk and half-awake, pondering Queen Lutes' words.

After pondering, he didn't figure out anything, but before he knew it, the flagon bottomed out, and Jacintos casually pushed the flagon under Goshawk's belly: "Here, here you are, don't you like squatting?"

"..." Goshawk gave Jacintos a haughty look, as if he was deliberating whether to slap him, but in the end he flopped on the table and squatted on the flagon.

Hyacinthus slumped on the bench in a daze, closed his eyes, and soon fell into a familiar dream.

In the dream, he was sitting on the grass beside a path, looking at the familiar fork in the road.

The Minotaurs were interrogating the souls of the dead who had entered the fork. At this moment, a dark shadow rushed out from the other side of the fork—the path leading to the place of pain: "Ha...haha! Freedom! I want freedom Already!"

The dead soul trying to escape from the fork hadn't finished its ecstasy before the bull-headed guards turned around and beat the dead soul almost to a pulp with their waving hoes, and finally kicked back: "Remember a lesson! We won't do it next time!" It’s so merciful, I’ll just blow your soul away!”

He seems to have been on that grass for a long time, coming over a lot, sometimes taking different friends for cover.

But no matter how noisy he was, his eyes always fell on the Minotaurs, waiting for the occasional few unthinkable ghosts trying to escape from the place of pain, and took the opportunity to capture and analyze the attack patterns and behavior habits of the Minotaurs.

The souls of the dead who entered the fork came one after another, and even the armor on the Minotaurs was changed one after another.

Hyacinthus did not take any action, but returned to the hidden place after observing silently in the grass, and rode his horse to simulate the route of attack and defense over and over again.

I don't know how long it took, but he was finally ready, rode his horse, and rushed to the fork in the road that he was so familiar with along the path of Elysee's cemetery.

Just like when he was with Aka before, he manipulated the horse skillfully, dodged the attacks of the Minotaurs, and finally abandoned the horse and rushed out of the interception line at the cost of breaking his right calf with a heavy hammer.

After all, dead souls are different from living people. As long as they can bear the pain, they can move forward.

He rushed into the bridges that looked out and observed countless days and nights, and kept rushing across the gaps of every patrol line.

The dream suddenly shattered before he successfully broke through the last line of defense and was about to step into the River Styx.

He seemed to have stepped into the darkness, only his legs were still running instinctively.

The rapid panting sound reached the eardrum.

A golden light came into his sight, and Hyacinthus realized that this was the reliving of his old dream, the old dream of running in the dark that he had dreamed countless times.

This time, apart from the golden flower branches swaying around his waist, he clearly felt something he hadn't felt before—a pain that almost made it impossible to breathe.

This pain came from all over the body, as if he was being pressed in the flames of arrogance and burned, so that Hyacinthus could only vaguely feel the pain of his right calf being smashed.

He thought calmly in his dream: Very good.This means that this experience of running in the dark must have happened after he escaped from the underworld.

He calmed down and discerned carefully with the endurance that ordinary people can't reach. From the pain of the burning fire, he noticed that his left arm, lower abdomen, and head seemed to be injured after he escaped from the bridge. hard battle.

Hyacinthos was almost sure that he must have escaped with this pain for a long time, otherwise he would not have been so accustomed to withstand such excruciating pain, and even found a steady breathing rhythm in it.

What's more, the pain has been going on for a long time, and he really feels more tired--now he realizes that the fatigue and soreness he dreamed about before is not a real feeling at all, but a mental feeling of being in this state all the time.

At that time, he really thought so tiredly: If he could succeed in the end, he must find a place to lie down, just enjoy it, do nothing, and just enjoy it for a few months.

Hyacinthus curled his lips in the dream, and just thought "it's a pity that he hasn't been idle until now", when his feet suddenly fell, and the dream was broken again, and when he realized it, his body had already sunk into a soft state.

Like a group of light and fluffy clouds, he was wrapped in it and swayed lightly and slowly, as if sitting in the cradle of childhood.

There was still darkness in front of him, and he couldn't see the light. Hyacinthus in his dream seemed to understand his mood at this time quite well, and his hands rested restlessly in the soft area that seemed to be quite large and couldn't be grasped for a while. Fumbling around: "Where is the wine? Didn't you say that the wine just fell into the abyss, where is it hidden?"

In the darkness, Lian Mian, who couldn't see his face clearly, moved, and then there was the sound of the flagon cork being pulled away.

There was a "boo", so in the dream he immediately lay down again, and moved the back of his head back and forth to find a comfortable place to rest his head. He patted the softness under his body and said, "This is Is it not your first time drinking alcohol? Let me teach you, alcohol is a good thing, I hope that in the future... well, I hope I can drink it more often in the future. "

Drink a fart, can you light a fire?

Hyacinthus wanted to stare out his eyes, but what he could see was only what he saw at that time.

Unfortunately, at that time, he was so busy indulging in pleasure that he didn't even bother to take the flagon himself.

Comfortable is quite comfortable, he stretched his limbs, and even the wine was delivered to his mouth with that soft softness that could not be seen clearly, it was like taking care of him like a cripple or a giant baby.

In the dream, he enjoyed it more and more comfortably, and closed his eyes directly.

"..." Yacintos almost scolded himself in his previous life for caring only about pleasure, not thinking about making progress, being extravagant and lustful...

In the drowsiness, Hyacinthus's consciousness was clear for a while, and he was briefly separated from the dream.

He felt that someone hugged him lightly, with one hand supporting his back and the other supporting his leg. The strong arm muscles exerted a slight force, and he was picked up from the bench.

He slammed into a piece of bulging chest muscles, and just when he almost fell into the old way of his previous life, enjoying himself, he suddenly smelled a familiar smell at the tip of his nose.

Deep, illusory, ethereal as if unable to grasp, deep as if bottomless.

Exactly the same as the softness in the dream.