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"Call the troops to the palace gates. Where is Medea? Send Medea!"

Aeetes was anxious to find someone to lead the army and go after those heroes.

However, he received information that Medea was missing and might have left with the heroes.

His expression had never been as gloomy as it was at this moment.

The pain and anger of being possibly betrayed by his daughter consumed his heart at this moment.

"Where is Medea's brother?"

Aeetes left the palace in a hurry. If he couldn't find the person, he decided to take the trip himself.

However, when he walked out of the palace gate, he only saw the frightened expressions of the soldiers.

What are they afraid of?

Following the soldier's gaze, Aeetes turned and looked towards the palace gate.

"what--"

A strange cry broke out from Aeetes' throat.

Hoarse, desperate, and bitter are not enough to describe the strangeness of this cry.

Just like swallowing poisonous water, the vocal cords have been corroded and the voice seems weak.

Aeetes fell to his knees, watching the scene in tears.

His son was being cut into pieces and nailed to the palace gate.

The eyes that were looking at him with admiration yesterday now looked so lifeless.

Oh God, no matter what the Golden Fleece is, if it is destined that I cannot have it, then I cannot have it.

Bring my child back to life...

Let his eyes look at his father again and let a smile appear on his face again.

"Why......"

......

"Father has been completely bewitched by the Golden Fleece. We must use shock and terror to wake him up. This will also delay the pursuers."

Medea excitedly told Russell what she had done.

Her expression suddenly became gloomy, and her tone was icy cold: "So, I cut my brother into pieces and nailed him to the palace gate for my father to see..."

Even though the heroes setting sail were not lacking in courage, at this moment, they still felt their hands and feet go weak after hearing what they heard.

Is this something people do?

He dismembered the family he loved and who also loved him, just to delay the pursuers and warn another family member.

Jason looked at Sisyphus in pain, as if to say, "Sisyphus, you have suffered," and said with regret, "My brother, we are so sorry for you!"

"..."

From beginning to end, Russell's expression never changed.

"You don't think this is true, do you?"

"Eh?!"

Atalanta, who was frightened, finally came to her senses.

"Is...is it fake?"

"Of course! My brother is dreaming in his room right now, and what father saw was an illusion."

"But..." Medea's smile returned to her face. She came to Atalanta and said distressedly. "Does Sister Atalanta think that Medea is such a bad child? I'm so sad..."

"No, Medea!"

Atalanta waved her hands repeatedly, feeling guilty again.

At this time, Medea secretly glanced at Russell and asked, "Speaking of which, can Medea stay with Sister Atalanta tonight?"

She seemed to have accidentally overheard who was living in the rooms on the ship.

51. I thought...

"this......"

Atalanta looked at Russell uncomfortably.

How do I say this?

If I tell the truth, it might not be good...

Before, when Atalanta had a clear conscience, she felt that it was no big deal.

but now......

Now, I can't have a clear conscience.

"Atalanta is in the same room with Sisyphus right now. If you go over there, you probably won't be able to fit in!"

Just when Atalanta didn't know how to start, Katniss spoke up to help.

Her tone was relaxed, with a bright smile on her face. She stepped forward and hugged Medea: "Medea, please share a room with me!"

"That's alright..."

Invited by the enthusiastic Katniss, Medea had no choice but to force a smile and agree.

really......

Looking at this scene, Russell sighed.

The law that a scheming person overcomes a tsundere person, and nature overcomes a scheming person, is well-deserved.

......

Argo, at the party.

"We're almost reaching our destination."

Looking at the land so close at hand, Russell exclaimed.

"Jason, you will definitely take the Golden Fleece to reclaim the throne first, right?"

Jason nodded, a satisfied smile on his face. "Let's see what else that guy has to say this time!"

Really...

Russell was a little confused about Jason's thought process in the original plot.

If you want to take back the throne, then be prepared to fight by all means.

Instead of searching for the Golden Fleece at the request of his uncle.

If it's because of reputation, then you can use any means to take back the throne first, and then go out and make a living.

After obtaining the Golden Fleece, when Jason returned to face his uncle's cheating again, he was at a loss.

"What if your uncle is just cheating?"

"..."

Faced with this question, Jason was silent for a while and said nothing.

"He wouldn't be so shameless, would he?"

"If I'm so shameless..." Jason said, scratching the back of his head, feeling somewhat bewildered. "I don't know what to do anymore."

"Your crew members are all sons of gods or princes. If you were to unite the heroes and use force to reclaim the throne, your chances of success should be quite good."

After all, their friendship started when they were learning their skills, so Russell analyzed it a little.

"Or perhaps you already have the right to inherit, and now you have the reputation of the Argonauts. You have a pretty good ability to deceive people. If you can deceive people in the kingdom, the possibility of you being elected king is not low, right?"

"What a trick..."

Jason opened his eyes wide and said loudly.

"That's called a speech! How can a hero's actions be called coaxing?"

However, this is indeed a good suggestion.

Jason smiled and raised his glass to Russell, thanking him: "Thank you, Sisyphus. When I get back, if that guy is really that shameless, I will try to give a speech in the tavern first!"

Speech in the pub...

Russell was inexplicably curious about this scene and decided to use his clairvoyance to take a look if he had time.

As for another good friend, Asclepius, he is now more and more obsessed with research.

Since Russell gave him some divine power, Asclepius was so excited that he had hardly slept.

Every day when he woke up, Russell could see more and more bloodshot in Asclepius' eyes, and he was worried that one day he would explode.

"That guy Asclepius will probably follow you!"

It was just a casual chat at the banquet, and Jason also thought of Asclepius and said it casually.

"To the place you call Corinth..."

At this point, Jason seemed to have thought of something. He chuckled and said flatteringly, "If that guy changes his mind and even wants to kill me, I'll run to you. How about that?"

"..."

Russell glanced at him but didn't answer.

Medea, if anything, I'd follow him.

This is something that is inexplicably consistent with the historical trajectory and yet inconsistent with history.

"Also, don't forget that Atalanta..."

Shaking the empty wine glass in his hand, Jason reminded as he walked towards the wine barrel.

"That guy might not follow you because he's thin-skinned or something."

You don't even need to tell me...

One can imagine how Atalanta feels now, having stabbed the moon goddess she believes in in the back.

Perhaps Atalanta only had an ostrich mentality regarding her relationship with him.

If he takes the initiative to look for it, then almost everything will be allowed.

But if she comes to me on her own initiative...

Russell thought about it and felt that this would require great courage from Miss Hunter.

"Forget it, let's go see her first and send her an invitation..."

After all, Corinth also hosted sports games.

......

"Ata, you really won't go with me and Lord Sisyphus?"

Not wanting to go outside to join the heroes' laughing and joking party, Atalanta sat in the room with Medea, Caenis and the others to discuss.

The first to speak was Medea with innocent eyes.

"Sisyphus seems to be looking forward to you going with him..."

Upon hearing this, visible hesitation flashed across Atalanta's face.

But in a blink of an eye, the hesitation gradually became firm.

Atalanta sighed inwardly, but on the surface she said calmly, "No, I will return to Arcadia and serve Lady Artemis."

Although, Lady Artemis might not like her...

Ever since what happened with Sisyphus on the shore, Lady Artemis rarely responded to her prayers.

It must have been discovered...

A trace of pain, as if suffocated by falling into the water, flashed across Atalanta's originally clear eyes.

Lady Artemis was clearly someone she considered a mother.