I'm putting on a vest

There was a lot of activity on the Argonaut.

Medea stayed in the cabin, and no one came to invite her. Occasionally, some people who were in joy turned their eyes to her direction, and they would put away the smiles on their faces.

In their minds, they have become a disgrace to women, and one day they may be cursed for offending the gods, but isn't the reason why they can kill their brother because Goddess Hecate loves her?

She thought of some stories again. When she saw what humans did not allow but the gods had been doing, Zeus also killed his father, and his father also became the king of gods in this way.

But why do you want to do this yourself?It would do no good to tell them these words, for they would not understand Medea, but would think her to be a preposterous woman who dared to compare herself with the great god Zeus.

She doesn't care about these things, she can't feel any guilt when she thinks of her brother. When Medea thinks of her brother, she can't always think of her brother's death (it was she who personally inserted the sword into his chest, which she Rather, she admits) She always thinks about the past, the few rare intimate exchanges between herself and her brother.

She felt an unspeakable joy which would have accompanied her all her life were it not for Cupid's golden arrow.

What can I do and what can't I do?Medea was contemplating, looking out of the window with some melancholy, her gaze collided with Castor's for some reason.

This young boy has a pair of blue eyes, like the sky controlled by his father Zeus. At the beginning, the three brothers drew lots and he won the sky. Since then, he has mastered all the territories under the blue sky.

He saw her, didn't say anything, and quickly turned his gaze back.

For some reason, Medea always felt that he was the rare person on this ship who didn't hate her.

Beside Castor, his twin sister Pollux turned the fire with a sword and roasted meat from it.

She is brave and good at fighting. Before the Argo stayed on the island, it was Pollux who had a boxing match with the king of that island and killed him, so that the people on board could return safely.

She looked at Medea, smiled, whispered something in her brother's ear, and stared at her on the way, full of dangerous sweetness.

Castor's response was to push Pollux's forehead away with his hands, gently though impatiently.

He turned his head back and raised his glass to Medea, then turned his hand and poured all the wine on the deck.

As if pouring wine on the altar to sacrifice to the gods, with his movements, Medea felt the fragrance of mead.

Well, it's not really fragrant, it's salty and cold, and she doesn't know why they like this kind of thing.

But soon.Like retribution, something that Medea could understand but they could not understand appeared before her eyes.

In a way that no one can ignore.

"Fight, win or die."

Medea prayed, that's how she prayed for the soldiers who went out when she was in Colchis.Under her father's rule, her own country was peaceful, but it always brought war to other countries.Medea was used to hiding in the room while they were doing these things, and she didn't know any other way in the world.

It was precisely because of this that watching Castor, who was drinking with her just now, fighting outside and bleeding, a sour feeling surged in her heart, but she was still just praying there.

There was chaos outside, but when her husband appeared, she felt that the whole world was at peace.

The battle situation had already visibly retreated towards an irreparable defeat, and the people who still retained their consciousness still turned their attention to her husband, and he was just walking on the road they gave up.

Under the influence of the giant that covered the sky, the entire sea area rolled violently like liquid in a wine glass dropped on the ground, and the entire ship has been turned upside down more than once, causing all the things on it to fall into the sea and be irretrievable The ground was swept away or buried in the bottom of the sea, but his footsteps were still steady.

He walked straight to Medea's locked room.

The outside was locked to prevent her from going out in danger, because everyone on the ship had made an oath to her that if Medea was harmed, they would all be punished for it.But now, with the tip of the sword being lifted, the copper lock fell to the ground.

The door opened a small crack due to the force exerted on it when the lock was broken, and with a creak, the small crack was completely opened again.

Medea saw her husband standing outside the door. Under the chaos, his expression was still calm, as if everything was under control.

"What are you doing?" he asked.

Behind him, with the giant's punch, one-third of the ship's hull was damaged, and the hero on it was like a small bug that a human being would step on when walking on the grass. It crashed into the sea, but it didn't float up for a long time, and it was unknown whether it was alive or dead.

Medea clasped her hands a little tighter and put them on her chest. Her expression was pious but powerless, like a lamb being sacrificed to the altar.

The gods did not accept the sacrifice.Lamb was a little confused, but continued to speak.

"Pray for victory for you."

"Victory doesn't come by prayer," he said.

"The godless will be punished, but praying and doing nothing will only be rejected by them."

He got closer to Medea, she could feel the faint breath of ice and snow on his body, and her purple eyes looked at her motionlessly.

Then he knelt down and put his cheek on her knee.

The heroes outside the window watched this scene from the corner of their eyes while fighting, and Medea looked at her husband on the ground with some doubts and troubles.

He literally hugged her knees and begged, and put his pale lips on Medea's smooth knees, dropping a few pleading kisses on them.

"Fight for us," he said, "to save all lives."

Medea didn't know whether she should do this. In the past, even in the most anxious situation of the battle, her father and brother never let her go to the battlefield.

Let the women fight, and everyone on the ship feels shame, but if they don't, they can only turn around and flee, and they will never be able to return to their hometown for the rest of their lives.

The giant stood in their way and didn't attack them at first, but provoked the giant first because they had to get through.

Casualties were mounting, and now there were hardly enough men to move the ship.Castor was half-sitting in a corner, supporting his body with his sword. If he hadn't been so weak that he was about to die, he would never have been like this.

Medea accepted the request.

When she walked out, she could feel that everyone was looking at her. Pollux was covered in blood all over his body. Except for the pair of blue eyes that were still bright, he couldn't make out his face, and the pair of blue eyes His eyes were as cold as ice, staring at his captain.

She spat on the ground.

Medea was walking, the captain was holding her by the side, and everyone made way for her.Castor moved his fingers and tried to stand up, but couldn't.

Jason supported her so that Medea would not fall, nor would the blood on the ground splash on her.

She had a calm demeanor, quite different from the approaching enemies of the heroes, and she hummed softly the song that she had used to put the dragon to sleep when she took him to steal the golden fleece.

There is magic in this song.The hero next to him felt that the pain in his body was relieved a lot, and his strength gradually emerged from the inside of his body.

For some reason, there is a smile on the corner of their mouth. This smile is usually not on the battlefield, but when they meet their wives and children at home and feel their warmth and softness.

The giant stopped what he was doing in confusion.

It is different from humans. Humans can seek its body parts to cast spells or make weapons, and they can also covet the treasures accumulated over a long period of time in the land it occupies, and attack it for this.And the Giant wanted nothing more from them.

He came here only because he received a certain calling, and even the calling did not give him any temptation that humans should give, such as 'help me win this war, and I will give you a gift. '

It's just because someone asked for it, and it's just too lonely to accept it.

The giant stopped, and the heroes nearby did not take the opportunity to attack. Medea hummed a song softly. When she stood on the plywood, her small figure was completely blocked.

Giants are not three times as tall as humans or five times as tall as humans.Standing there, it will block the sun, reminiscent of Atlas supporting the sky alone.

Now Medea was standing there, she couldn't see its eyes even when she raised her head, the giant carefully lowered her hand little by little.

When it put its hand into the sea, it almost felt like the entire sea level was rising, but because it was very gentle, the ship didn't suffer from big turbulence, at least not more than the turbulence it suffered during the previous battle.

Led by her husband, Medea walked up to the giant's palm from the deck, and followed it's movements of raising its palm to be at eye level with it.

At this height, even if she lowers her head, she can only see the ship on the ground shrunk to a model no bigger than a fingernail. If she falls from this height, the water surface will be as hard as steel, and she will enter Hades without feeling pain, but The body will be shattered into countless small pieces that can't see the original beauty at all.

Next to her, her husband held her hand tightly as if to comfort her, but Medea didn't look scared at all.

She even stopped the calming songs she was humming.

This is the eyes of the giant gradually regaining clarity, and the heroes below looked up at them.Medea's hand gently stroked its cheek as if it were a big child.

Compared with it, her palm was so small that it felt nothing more than anything, but that alone made the Giant feel happy.

Its unchanging face made of bronze gradually calmed down, and the runes around it gradually dimmed. When it completely dissipated, it would fall into a deep sleep, and become an extremely huge rock mountain floating on the sea just like before. Gradually inhabited by animals and plants, it will turn into a small island where people can thrive.

That's the only way this giant interacts with living things - it's really big.

In order to bring the giant back to this peace, Medea gently stroked it, beside her, Jason didn't say anything, but...

A cry of pain, like the cry of pain that can only be uttered by the mountain range when you killed the entire mountain range with a knife, resounded through the entire sky.

Medea looked to the side in astonishment.

Her husband poured the purple-black liquid onto the giant's palm.

This is the poison that Medea gave him before. Before she was completely bewitched by love, she had the idea of ​​killing him to save her life. After she got married, her husband asked for this bottle of poison again.

This is what works now.

Medea's poison was produced under the protection of the gods. Although it was only a small bottle, pouring it on the giant was as inconspicuous as a drop of water in the ocean, but the poison still came from the place where it touched the giant's palm. penetrated.

The giant's body turned purple-black visible to the naked eye, and the talisman civilization around it was uncertain, and the color gradually approached dim.

His eyes were like those of a kicked old dog on the side of the road, looking at Medea full of confusion and injury.

Even so, he lowered his palms as gently as before, barely feeling the wind as they fell, and only kneeled down after Medea jumped onto the splint from his palms, a movement that raised the sea level To thirty centimeters, the body suddenly collapsed forward.