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Chapter 28 The Envious Witch of the Age of Gods

Medea's playing and magic teaching can be equated.

She has been receiving this kind of teaching since she was conscious, and the various effects that magic can achieve are indeed much more enjoyable than the most exotic toys of the 21st century can bring her enjoyment, which is no wonder.

But the reason why she wanted to take a random step and go out on such a night was not entirely for the pleasure of playing.

"It's mainly random steps, you have to..."

She was kneeling on the ground, her body curves were soft.Her knees and outstretched fingertips have soft lines, which are the parts that can embody the characteristics of a girl. On the other hand, Ranbu himself, his knees and fingers are hard, with well-defined joints.

This contrast is especially noticeable when the hands of two people are placed together.

"Ranbu's hands are much bigger than mine."

She said, checking his fingers one by one, pushing them back slightly, and pulling them forward again, making some strange gestures.

"The flexibility is very good, very precise." The girl smiled with satisfaction.

Luanbu borrowed his hand and looked at her boredly.

"Because Ranpo is really weak." She said worriedly, "I will protect you, I will really protect you, but what if other people meet you?"

You will die, just thinking of this possibility, a slight moisture appeared in her eyes.She turned her head and wiped it off with her hands, then turned to look at him.

"Now let's start teaching," she said.

Facing this kind of sight, how could Ranpo say no.

He had read some magic books through Medea's magic curtain before, and he read them as novels at that time.The things mentioned above are very confusing, but there is one thing in common.

For novices, most of them require training in a 'completely unimpeded' environment.

This is generally not possible, for the ethers of various properties in the air are interwoven, each conflicting with some others and intimacy with others.Casting spells in the outside world is simply maintaining body balance in the eye of the storm.

The so-called "completely unimpeded" novice teaching environment can only be carried out in the temple.

But Ranpo is a person from another world, he is not protected by any gods, as long as he steps into the temple, it will be considered blasphemy. Previously, it was only because Hecate didn't care much about the belief in the human world that he seemed to acquiesce in breaking into the house Ants just accepted him.

But that's all. If you want to cast spells in the temple, the ants will start biting, so you have to clean it up quickly.

Since you can't cast spells in the temple, you should find a place with the least impact. It is probably because of this that Medea wanted to drive the moon down.

But wouldn't that be a little blasphemous?

Ranbu studied with her for several hours. He is not a genius in this regard. His super reasoning ability can be understood by him, but understanding does not mean that he can use it.

Maybe you can understand how a gun works, and you can build one given enough parts, but can you compare your fingers to the shape of a gun, make a gesture of firing a gun, and What about firing bullets with a "boom" on your mouth?

Obviously it is impossible.

The human body from the 21st century is completely different from the human body in the Age of Gods. Even if it is taught by the most famous witch in the Age of Gods (infant version), Luanbu just turned the water ball she condensed into a flat cake in the end.

It's really cake-shaped, and it's completely different from the original 'water mirror technique', and it's crumbling, as if it's about to collapse at any time.

Don't look away while wandering around.

Medea sighed.

But in order to encourage him, the corners of her slightly drooping mouth lifted up again.

"It doesn't matter." She said, "It can be used like this!"

"Hmm... Let's use the curtain made by Ranpo to do water mirror divination. This is my field of pride."

"However, I can only talk to Luanbu. If there is too much divination, it will be too deeply involved with fate, and it will lead to misfortune."

"One of my senior sisters has turned into a sheep... hehehe."

Hey hey.

… Could magic really be too insecure?

Luanpo thought, but beside him, Medea had already started casting spells.

Her lovely lips moved, but there was no sound that humans could understand. As she chanted, the ether in the air rioted, and even Ranbu, who knew nothing about magic, could feel the change.It was like walking on the road and suddenly had an ominous premonition.

The brightness in the field increased slightly, he raised his head and found a faint shadow appeared where the expelled moon originally existed, and the expelled moon god peeped at them unwillingly through there.

Medea opened her eyes.

She didn't say the result of the prophecy, needless to say, two lines of tears fell from her big purple eyes, gathered at the chin, and then dripped.

Medea looked blankly at the water mirror in her hand.

Her tears dripped into the water mirror.

From Ranpo's point of view, it was just an ordinary water curtain, but in Medea's eyes, it was completely different.

She looked up at Luanbu.

"I predicted it..." The voice stopped here, and the words that were originally going to be said went around in the brain, but when it came out again, it was just such a vague sentence, "Some kind of misfortune."

Luanbu looked at her.

The girl looked calm, but tears were still flowing continuously.It's as if body and mind are separated.

"Is that future painful?" he asked her.

The moonlight fell on the girl mockingly, she was so beautiful that time could stop the flow of time.

"No." With that said, the girl closed her eyes, almost unable to bear it anymore.

"That is bliss on earth."

After that, she played with him for a while, and Medea also had a smile on her face during that time, but her eyes were still wet, and Ranbu always felt that everything she did afterwards was nothing more than her dripping water The ticking sound of the teardrops on the mirror is just an echo, which makes people feel unmotivated.

After she went back, she lay on the bed early, and lay on the floor next to her, listening to the suppressed cry of the girl on the bed.

She buried her face in the pillow, and when she trembled from crying, the quilt that was draped over the bed would also tremble.

She cried until dawn, and then couldn't tell whether she fainted or fell asleep. Finally, she was quiet for half an hour. Half an hour later, the maid knocked on the door, and when she stood up, her expression was as usual.

Medea was still doing what she was supposed to do afterwards, serving the gods, holding ceremonies, and greeting her father.

Her attitude towards her father grew more respectful, and even if he was a great man, he shouldn't have been, and it was more like some kind of guilty conscience.It's just because he doesn't care about her, so he can't see it.

That's what adults do to children all the time.

The king sits on his throne, casually playing with a string of jewels, when his guards report that a foreign ship has arrived on the shores of Colchis.

Medea was tending to the flowers in the silver vase at that time, her fingertips were gently pressing the dewdrops on the petals, and she couldn't tell whether her hands were more beautiful or the petals under her hands were more beautiful.

When Luanbu saw her, his face turned pale, as white as a dead person.

Foreigners are nothing, but the ship is full of heroes, all of whom are sons of gods with noble blood.And it also includes several children of Medea's sister who were strayed outside. According to them, the captain of the ship rescued them.

Therefore, the king is based on the principle of hospitality—even if this is not Greece, but just a corner of a foreign country in the mythical world, Zeus will always reward the hospitable hosts and entertain them with a banquet.

Medea was also present, and there was no reason to refuse.

When she went in, she had no time to consider others because she was thinking of something more terrible, giving the impression of being defiant.

Luanbu saw that her attitude was very stiff throughout the banquet, and when others talked to her, they only used the most basic words to deal with it.

Her father was dissatisfied with this, and put the wine glass heavily on the table, but Medea didn't look at him.

After he was dissatisfied, he looked at her beautiful appearance and thought that she was the priest of Hecate, the princess of this kingdom, and his most beloved daughter, so he couldn't bear to blame her.

And after that the captain of the Argo made a request to the king—they came to get the Golden Fleece, which was the king's most proud treasure, after which all the king's hospitality disappeared, and there was nothing left for them Killing intent.At this point there was still less to blame for Medea's indifference to them.

The king even thought that Medea had foreseen this scene, so he was hostile to his father's enemies in advance.

Little did he know that she had foreseen the exact opposite.Random steps to think.

When the captain made the request, he was a black-haired foreign boy, pale but delicate. For some reason, his eyes did not stop at Ranpo during the banquet, but he seemed to know that Ranpo was not a cat. Medea’s His face became even paler.

She lowered her head, sipping the drink in the cup, not looking at the black-haired boy for a moment, but paying attention to every move there.

The king, a fiery and never disobedient monarch, had wanted to kill them all, including Medea's sister's two children, thinking he had been offended.

But the god who sheltered them here—how many heroes could have been buried at sea on the journey from Greece to Colchis without the shelter of gods—changed his mind.

He chose the latter among all the executions and trials. The latter has always made heroes famous, but it is more cruel and unkind to the incompetent than the former.

"Okay." The king said, raised his glass and drank the wine in one gulp. His eyes were shining like flames, making it hard to look directly at.

The king had two bulls given by the gods, and what they breathed was not watery breath, but clumps of sun-like flames.

Just as only Apollo can drive the sun chariot, the two bulls are also the exclusive mounts of the king. He drives them to plow the fields every morning, and what he sprinkles are not grain seeds, but dragon teeth.

The teeth will swell and grow the moment they touch the ground, turning into the strongest soldiers one by one. The king fights with the soldiers behind him while planting seeds.When a field is plowed from one end to the other, it often leaves behind bones nearly up to the waist.

He started to work every morning, and only came back in the evening smelling of blood and bronze.

"You asked for my golden fleece, which made me angry. As your host, I should have treated you kindly, and wouldn't let any of you leave with resentment, but you, as guests, made unreasonable demands on me."

"I can kill you, I can hang you on the city wall, or I can cut off all your limbs and make you crawl like worms and return to your hometown."

When he was talking, he glanced at Medea in disorder. The girl lowered her head, her eyes were fixed on the liquid in the cup, and there was no expression. He thought that the two of them were worthy of being father and daughter.

"but."

The king said that he raised the glass high, and no maid came forward to pour the wine, but soon, his glass was full of wine again.

The wine was as red as blood.

The king tipped the goblet forward, and the red liquid poured over the table, and spread, causing a commotion every time it reached a member of the crew.

But directly opposite the king, at the end of the long table, the black-haired captain still looked at him calmly.

"However. You came to negotiate with me as a hero. I will never let you think that I am as jealous as your uncle. Then don't execute you, let me test you."

"Plow the land for me for a day, if you come back alive." He drank the remaining wine in his cup, staring at the young man opposite him with flaming eyes.

"I will give you the Golden Fleece."

This is an impossible task, and desperate voices erupted around the long table.

Medea could bear it no longer, covered her face with her hands, and let out a sob.

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