I'm putting on a vest

Either be executed now, or be sent to die in a few days, it makes no difference.

From the looks of the crew, they knew that when they went back that night, they would suggest to the captain to board the ship and escape home.

But since they were able to travel thousands of miles to obtain the Golden Fleece, it must be worthwhile to come here to obtain it.At that time, Ranpo didn't listen carefully, but it seemed that the captain's uncle had stolen the throne he should have inherited, and demanded that he could only return the throne to him if he brought the Golden Fleece back.

If you want to do it, you must succeed, because once you fail, Medea's father, the king here, will regard them as useless and behead them all.

Beheading secretly, of course, also included sister Medea's two children who had been separated for more than ten years and only met today.

When Medea returned, her sister was already waiting in the room.

She used tears instead of what she wanted to say, she knelt on the ground, put her face on Medea's lap and kissed her knees over and over again.The elder sister is a beautiful woman, she is beautiful because her face is slightly similar to Medea, but she is much plump and mature.

When she was crying, Medea stood quietly, no sadness or joy could be seen from her expression.Just when my sister was about to cry, I pushed her away and let her say what she wanted to say.

In order to express what she wanted to convey, my sister even raised her hands upwards, as if she was about to drown in the sea, praying for a rope suddenly stretched out from the sky for her to grasp.

She said please save my children, I can't live without them.

"If not, on the day he fails, watch me die with them in front of your eyes, and wait for the souls of the three of us to claim your life."

Medea remained unmoved, she was always a lovable girl, but now she showed no sympathy.

Luanbu saw her turn her eyes elsewhere, and muttered annoyedly, "Then who will save me?"

"I would rather they were buried at sea before they came, and that I should not see them," said Medea.

The elder sister looked at her, her eyes were not only begging, but also full of hatred that would start revenge if the begging was rejected.

Medea also looked at her, seeing the hatred in her eyes, she reached out and pressed her sister's eyeballs through her eyelids, exerting force.

Before the harm happened, my sister closed her eyes in fear, and when she opened them again, there was only sadness in them.

She regretted her actions, and hugged Medea's knee again and cried bitterly.

"What the hell am I talking about? The gods will punish me. Or if you're angry, kill me here right now."

"But please. Please. For the sake of our happy past, save my children from our cruel father."

The word "cruel father" touched Medea's heart for some reason, and she also knelt gently on the ground, keeping her sister's gaze parallel.

"I sympathize with you." Medea said, rubbing her head meekly against her sister's neck, "but I don't want to see the captain of the Argonaut, I have a hunch that the gods are destined to let him bring me misfortune. "

"Then don't see me." My sister said hurriedly, holding Medea's sleeve tightly with her hands.

"Or revenge on him after that, as long as he manages to ride the bull so successfully that his father will give him the fleece, who cares who afterward brings it back to his country?"

"At that time, as long as it can make you happy, I am willing to kill him with my own hands and send his heart to you, but...but..."

My sister couldn't go on anymore, she covered her face with her hands, and sobbed again.

"But my children, don't let them die here!"

"I haven't seen them for more than ten years. To me, they are no longer people who exist in reality, but just a concept... But don't we all pay our lives for a concept?"

Medea raised her head as if being shocked by an electric shock, and looked at her in astonishment.

"...you're right," she said finally.

Previously at the banquet, she deliberately avoided the captain's gaze, but completely ignored the crew. Luanbu believed that she still didn't know what her two nephews looked like until now, but she nodded in agreement.

"To save my sister's child, it sounds much better than saving a foreigner. For disobeying my father, even if I am in front of the Furies, I can appeal for myself."

Saying so, her hands gripped her robe tightly where her sister couldn't see.

Medea looked very calm, letting her sister kiss her neck over and over again to express her gratitude.

"Tonight, I will bring to the temple the potion of strength against bulls. Tell the captain to fetch it."

Her hands tightened again.

"It's not to save his life, it's just for my poor nephews."

That's what Medea said at the time, and she looked well deserved when she was called 'my savior' by her sister and kissed her knee with tears.

In the end, she said please don't waste time, and gently pushed her sister away, and her sister fell to the ground like a docile deer, gave her a blank and submissive look, then turned and left.

Then Medea turned around and saw some uncertain lights flickering in her eyes. She knelt down to the corner and began to search for medicine from the medicine box.

Medea's pharmacy and magic are top-notch, and the potion she said makes people stronger is not her proud work-why would she do it herself if she wants to kill people, but it is quite troublesome to find it.

After rummaging through boxes and cabinets, almost the entire floor of the room was full of bottles and cans. Fortunately, there was a soundproof barrier in the room so that it would not attract the attention of others. Finally, she found a bottle and put it in her hand.

Under the light, the liquid in the bottle reflected light green light and shadow on Medea's face.

Luanbu saw Medea's eyes were heavy, and she didn't know what she was thinking.

She closed her eyes, put the bottle in her belt, and went out.

Medea went out and woke up her maids one after another.

Like the maids who served the goddess Diana, they were delicate maidens who had never touched a man's bed, they were servants, friends and slaves of the princess.She slept in the hallway outside her room at night.

Medea's voice spread through the night in the corridor, causing the maids to half sit up and look up at her with sleepy eyes.She told them to get up now and get her chariot and horses ready to take her to the temple.

Even if they didn't explain, the maids still did so. When Medea got into the car, there was a maid who sat next to her and helped her gently braid her hair and asked softly the reason for traveling in such a hurry.

Medea gave her such an answer.

"I'm going to do a good thing against my father."

Her voice was not loud, but she made this gorgeous car stop directly on the road.The horse in front raised its hooves and kicked up the dust, while the graceful driver sitting on it waved his whip or bent down to soothe him from time to time.Beside Medea, the maid's face was ashen.

She opened and closed her mouth, unable to utter meaningful words three times in a row.

As if she had broken some shocking secret, her body slid to the ground like a snake, wanting to kneel down and beg for mercy.And Medea took her arm lightly with one hand.

Medea gently but irresistibly helped her back to the stool beside her.

She put her head close to the maid, and put her forehead against her forehead, her eyes seemed to be looking into her heart all the time.

"Why are you afraid?" Medea asked softly, the maid trembled tremblingly, but her hands groped for her hand on the stool as if seeking support, and she held it tightly and refused to let go.

Medea sighed softly, her skin was fair and ruddy, and her breath was filled with the fragrance of flowers and plants.

She told the maid, don't be afraid, I will never betray my father, I just want to violate his prohibition and contact those strangers, my sister came to ask me earlier, she hoped to keep her children alive, I I promised her, and now I am going to meet the leader of the aliens, the black-haired captain.

Every time she said a word, the faces of the maids turned pale.The maid next to her cried and leaned over her face, trying to stop her from uttering these profane words, but Medea's expression remained unchanged.

"I promised her to give that man a powerful potion, but the gift that is about to be given in my belt now can't bring him any glory. It can only make his body limp, fall to the ground, and sleep To Hades."

"This is my decision, and this is what I, the princess of Karkis, can give him as a gift from my father's daughter."

"Rejoice, my friend, why are you so pale and weeping?"

The hand that hastily stretched out to cover Medea's mouth stopped and turned around her back. The weeping maid kissed her cheeks one after another, praising her princess for her unparalleled wisdom and wisdom. Filial piety.

So the vehicle was driving on the road at night again.

Luanbu looked at Medea from behind and patted the maid's trembling hands comfortingly. The car drove through the gap between the building and the open space, and the moonlight shone on her face through the window. Medea Ya's face was like a beautiful doll made of ceramics.

He suddenly felt that the bottle of liquid in her waist pocket made sense whether it was to kill him or save him.