I'm putting on a vest

"You haven't told me your name yet."

Leaning against the railing, Medea quietly put her lips next to the captain's ear.

"Jason."

He said.He speaks fluently, but his tone is weird, like reciting lines.Normal people don't say their names like that.

Medea sighed slightly, then pecked her lips close to his ear and then backed away.

This move was definitely the first time for her, but she didn't have any psychological struggles when she did it, and she needs to restrain herself more if she is not so with him.

She looked at him with indescribable love in her eyes, but when she leaned over again, she was caught by a pair of eyes.

His eyes are purple, pearl-like, and will reveal a beautiful luster under the light, but being caught by those eyes, it is like being exposed in front of a god statue, and you feel that every corner of yourself has been seen.

Medea took a step back, and the light shone on her, trying to show him the best of herself.

"You lost something, do you feel it?" She asked melodiously.

"The sage who taught me told me that I don't belong to this world." He said, a little lonely, looking to the sea, where the waves are rushing.

He looks out at the skyline.

There's a bunch of tiny dots that keep getting bigger and bigger.

That was Colchis' naval fleet.

Medea also followed his gaze.

Now if she clenches her hands tightly, she can still feel the hot and sticky feeling of her brother's blood sprinkled on her hands before, but now she sees her father standing on the bedside, her eyes are full of grief, holding him in her arms. A package, the package continued to ooze bloody water.

It was her brother's body.

Her eyes didn't fluctuate at all, she just smiled shyly as if the hostess who was staying at home finally saw the figure of the guest appearing at the end of the path.

"My lord father is here," she said.

What is the psychological structure of this girl is really confusing, even if she can keep calm enough, the rest of the people on board are still under martial law.

It is definitely impossible to run now, and there are already fleets surrounding them in the rear.Looking down from the sky, the Argo was alone, and the dark battleships gathered around them. They were like a bait that happened to be dropped in the school of fish, waiting to be cut into pieces.

The heroes have already imposed martial law. No matter what their impression of this girl is, they have sworn to her to protect her safety. If they give up now, they will just choose between dying in battle or being punished by God. The most disgraceful kind.

Castor stood on the deck and stared at Medea's figure. She quietly pretended to hold the captain with one hand, but she didn't hold it. It was just such an illusion that looked a bit like it. Made her happy.

She watched her father's figure gradually become clear.There was something around him that only a father could feel, something she had purposely made him feel.

her brother's body.

"Father, won't you pick it up?" Medea asked sweetly.

In the past, when my father loved her very much, he would help her tidy up the spools scattered on the ground. She was very talented as a girl, and her cooking and female celebrity were comparable to goddesses, but she was actually not good at tidying up this matter. , often makes him sigh.He would pat her head again and say that these should be handed over to the maid.

Now she stretched out her hand, a little brilliance flowed out from her fingertips, and then the flesh and blood around a corpse floating on the sea exploded to pieces.

The king's eyes were about to burst, and the archer behind him couldn't help but let go of the bowstring. The arrow roared and shot towards her. When it reached her, it suddenly lost all its strength and fell limply to the sea. The tide and ups and downs gradually receded.

It was then that it was clear that it was not her poor brother's body that had been blasted to pieces earlier, but a fish that was about to eat him.

"My brother has been floating on this for a long time, and shed a lot of blood..."

Medea looked at her brother, showing a little distress.

"If it's eaten... will Father really not pick it up...?"

This seems to be understood as a threat, but in fact, even if there is no malice, the effect is similar.

The king raised a hand expressionlessly, and the soldiers behind him put down their weapons. Someone was ready to go to the sea to retrieve the corpse, and the crisis was temporarily lifted.He just wanted to bring his children home.

Medea shook her head.

"I want you to personally collect the body of your elder brother. And hold a grand funeral for him."

She stared straight at him, not wanting to penetrate his psychology, but wanting to let her father understand her heart through the intersection of eyes.

She is anxious because of the fire of love, and has no spare time to think about the heart of all other ethics in the world.

"You will anoint him, burn the goat to sacrifice to the gods, hold a funeral game for him, and let his weapon flourish in the hands of more heroes."

"The competition will be held for seven full days before it ends. If Master Jason has any accidents before then."

She looked at her father.

"My curse will make my brother never rest in peace."

Medea spoke unhurriedly, and her tone was soft, but no one felt that she was bluffing—she also used the same soft tone to lure her brother to the underworld in front of all the soldiers on board.

At last the king accepted it, and only looked at her with hatred.

"You will suffer retribution."

Castor looked at Medea, thinking that she would get hurt or retort fiercely, but unexpectedly, she just nodded as before.

"I know," she said, looking at her father as if she were starting to look at an innocent child.

"Does Father think that I left my country to go to heaven? I know that I have offended the gods, He has brought down sins on me, and my future is in confusion and despair. But...but."

Her hand squeezed the captain's hand, and the latter just watched everything with tired eyes.

"Since this sin tastes sweet, let me drown in it."

Medea smiled.

As the Argo sailed away, the king went down to the sea himself, and stood on the sea to collect the child's body.With one hand protecting the package containing the body parts, he squatted down to carefully wrap up the scattered parts.Under the scorching sun, Castor saw a bead of sweat overflowing from his forehead, which was caught between the wrinkles on his eyes.

At this time, he didn't look like a king, just a mediocre and sad middle-aged man.

At the stern, Medea took one last look at her own country.

Before turning around, he saw a line of tears running down her right eye.

"Okay, now I'm finally done with the plot of Colchis!"

"Do you know how troublesome it is to play so many characters? Playing yourself against yourself, if not at least the audience is real, I really want to laugh."

"In short, the next thing is to roam the sea. Uh, isn't this a bit too boring? It seems that it has been several years since they came home... Shall we arrange a little surprise and make the plot more compact?"

【You mean...】

"Hehehe-"

"I mean. What if the only ones who die are Colchis?"

Her fingertips tapped lightly on the table, seemingly disorganized, but if you listen carefully, you will find that it matches a certain frequency.

Accompanied by this frequency, the surrounding air also vibrated, and this vibration was transmitted to the edge of the skyline.

At the edge of the skyline, at the bottom of a certain small island, the runes on the bronze giant that was bigger than a country gradually lit up.

The mountains shook for a while.Seen from a distance, the entire island is scattered like a piece of floating soil on the sea.The giant stood up from the bottom of the island. To be precise, the island that grew on the giant returned to the sea as it stood.Including all creatures above.

The bronze giant looked at a point on the sea.

It was a boat carrying the witch who summoned it.

He moved his legs.

The hero on the Argonaut was still drinking and having fun, thanking himself for escaping life, even though he wasn't doing it decently. '

"How can it be called a big scene if more people die?" She sat in the cabin and said with a smile.