I'm putting on a vest

Brother's ship was coming hard, and the Argonauts were going as fast as they could, but he was a true hero.In this land the elder brother's will travels even faster than the gods.

He stood at the head of the bed, the sun was shining on his blond hair, his eyes were staring straight ahead, not disturbed by the turbulence of the waves.When Medea faced his gaze, she lowered her eyes slightly as if she had been stabbed.

Her hand gently stroked the embroidery on her dress, which was stitched up for her by the maid in the Colchis Palace before, and it had many beautiful meanings.

Her elder brother didn't know anything about these, but when he was resting on her lap, he stroked the embroidery inch by inch, begging his sister in a low voice to tell him the meaning of them sentence by sentence.

Every time she said a sentence, he also repeated it, smiling and hoping that these blessings would come true for her.

And now he was standing on the prow coming toward her, sword in hand.

There was a sigh in her mouth, and tears were left naturally.

This tear was not for nothing, it happened just right.

The ship was getting closer and closer, and the hero on the Argo hurriedly released a boat to let her go down as planned.She stood on the boat, her figure swaying with the waves. The archers on the Colchis ship pointed their arrows at her, but no one fired.

Because my brother is watching.

He waited for the small boat to slowly come towards him at his own pace, and even gave Medea a hand when she awkwardly climbed onto the big boat and couldn't stand still.

My brother's hand is very big, with many calluses and scars. It is the hand of a brave man who was trained to defend this country.

Medea stood in front of him, her tears flowed more fiercely when she saw him, she lowered her head and wiped it with her hands, the corners of her eyes were reddish, her natural coquettishness moved the soldiers behind her.

"Brother... brother."

She looked at him choked up.

"Please help me."

The elder brother looked at her indifferently and said nothing.

He held Medea's hands tightly like iron pliers, and she felt that her wrist was about to break, but he just took Medea into the cabin quickly, into the two people alone that no one could hear. place for conversation.

She didn't go through a rehearsal before coming here, and she was shaking when she told the plan, but she was much calmer than she imagined when she actually did it.

Medea's soul seemed to be floating in mid-air, watching all this with cold eyes.

The young girl is innocent and innocent, she has only lived in this world for fourteen years, she has been well protected, and has not been infected with any crimes.She was crying badly, her shoulders were shaking, but her hands were tightly clutching her brother's arm, as if this was her last straw.

She told him that she was only trying to save her sister's two children.

"I know I made a mistake, but I really can't help it - the power of love forces me to do it, what's wrong with letting him live?"

What she gave the captain was really poison.She also told the two children about this, but for some reason he was fine when he drank it in the end.

"Maybe they changed it, I want to ask them."

"Because brother...disappointed in me."

It's still a little embarrassing to mention this name in front of me, but she is just right, it's really just because of a little physical hiccup, she looks naive for a while, but it makes people feel real.

"I don't want to be like this..." Medea shook her head vigorously, a few strands of her long lavender hair fell to her cheeks, stuck to the tears on her cheeks, and did not slip down after she calmed down.

"I want to go and tell them it's not right, or I don't know...I just want to see them."

"I went there. And they—shameless people! They took the opportunity to take me captive, and told me to abandon my country, and follow them back to the barbaric homeland, where they would bear children for their leader."

Medea looked up, real fear in her eyes.

"When I got there, I couldn't go back."

The elder brother didn't say a word from the beginning, whether it was asking her or refuting her, but his eyes became softer and softer with Medea's words.

He looked at her and suddenly sighed lightly.

He let go of her wrist and wiped her face with the back of his hand roughly but as lightly as possible.

"Why are you crying?" he said.

Medea twisted her hand unnaturally, and there was a white mark on the place where he held it before, and it gradually became red and swollen with the flow of blood.

"Now is not the time to cry," said the elder brother, looking out of the window at the Argo, which had almost condensed into a small dot, as if looking at a pile of dead men.

"Now is the time to fight. Use my sword and your magic, pray to the goddess that this trip will be successful, if you can do it openly, if not, do it quietly."

He said, looking at Medea looking at him in disbelief, she didn't know that her brother who was strict with her before had stood by her side without even asking.

He didn't even suspect her.

He looked at her, and couldn't help but think of the time when she was born. He was just a teenager at that time, and when he came back from a foreign expedition, he suddenly heard the maid report that the queen had given birth.

He went to the delivery room, which is not a place for men, but he worried about his mother.There he saw his sister.

It's not good-looking, a newborn child, a tiny one, will collapse if touched.

But for some reason, seeing her open eyes hidden in the silk cloth, he felt his heart was broken.

He swore to protect her.

"I don't blame you." The elder brother said, gently wiping the tears from the corners of his sister's eyes with his fingertips.

His fingers were too rough, and when he rubbed, the calluses on his fingertips scraped against her delicate skin, and the rubbing turned redder and redder.

He withdrew his hand a little annoyed, grabbed the silk cloth on the bed and gently pressed it on her face to absorb her tears.

"I do not blame you."

The more he talked about his sister crying more fiercely, but he still insisted on telling him his strategy.

"Their captain has some friendship with me. Maybe I can take you to tell him that you and your father are not going to pursue his crimes, but I am a little surprised why he took the Golden Fleece in advance."

"But since he has already boarded the ship, it is inconvenient for us to stay any longer. We can only hope that when he returns to his own country, he can use the Golden Fleece as a medium to claim the throne from his uncle."

"You have to ask him for gifts, not too many, and give him a gift in return—the giving and receiving of gifts in Greece is always a proof of friendship."

"And this gift—"

She seemed to have been prepared for a long time. When he gently removed the silk cloth from her face, what he saw was a calm face.

"I will sprinkle the potion of Goddess Hecate on that gift, and as soon as he opens it, a magic fire will be ignited on his body, and the fire will burn for three days and three nights, causing him to suffer and die."

Medea said softly.

He raised his eyebrows, surprised that his younger sister was so decisive, in his mind she was still the little girl who would be depressed for days when a rabbit died.

The arrival of those strangers was unpleasant, but it would be nice if it made her grow up and mature a bit.He thought, and felt that if she didn't know those sins and evils all her life, it would be great to just be a princess.

All kinds of emotions were kneaded together, and in the end he just hugged her tightly.

He said it was hard, but in fact the hand on her back was still light. She felt that she was the same as when she was just born, and it would break if she touched it with a little force.

The younger sister was taken aback by his sudden hug—he didn't get close to her because he was always covered in blood and he would be afraid of getting her dirty—but then she relaxed too.

Medea's hand clumsily patted his back like a child.

"Just." Her voice came from behind his ear, showing some anxiety.

"Wouldn't it be too cruel to do that? Maybe we'd better not do it and just kick him out of our country?"

She was really kind.

But this kindness would kill her.

"I don't want it." He said, buried his face into his sister's neck, and said muffledly, "Why do the people who hurt you let him live?"

This sentence made my sister sigh slightly with regret,

"You're right," she said, tightening her fingers behind his back.

"If a man stands in my way, I let him die."

He followed her to the Argo. Medea had already introduced her plan to the soldiers on the ship, and he told her to do so, although she would be rewarded for her work when she returned with the captain's head. , but he didn't want them to look at his sister suspiciously for a second.

He held the gift she had prepared in his hand. Girls are better at this, the elder brother absent-mindedly pinched the silk cloth for wrapping.

It's just why it's so troublesome, the first time he saw the captain, he would stab his sharp sword into his chest, and let him really bleed to compensate for the fear his sister felt.

The crew of the Argonaut watched him in awe, and he went straight into the cabin without looking at them.

He hadn't looked at the captain carefully at the banquet earlier, because he was dismissive.But looking closer now, I found that it was different from what I expected, not an arrogant or wretched villain.

That man was as beautiful as a god, and Adonis, who was loved by the god of beauty, should be similar to him after wearing similar clothes, except that he would be paler.

There was no hostility in the captain's eyes when he looked at him, and there was some sympathy in his eyes.

...compassion?

He clenched the hilt of his sword and stretched out his hand to the side.

"Bring me my gift."

Medea answered softly.

Taking advantage of the opportunity of giving a gift, he would plunge his sword into the man's chest.

"puff"

His chest hurts.

He is familiar with this kind of pain, but it can't be connected with the current scene.

He lowered his head, his mouth was hot, blood was bleeding from the corner of his mouth, and he saw a bloody sword tip growing out of his chest.

Behind her, the girl's soft body approached gently, and the long sword she held in her hand was sent a little further in.

"Here, brother." Medea said softly.

He turned to look at her, and the movement caused the sword to tear a wider gash in him.

"It's you," he said.

After speaking, let go of the hilt of the sword that was gripping tightly.Without saying a word, he fell down and died.