Greece brings evildoers

Outside the palace hall, under the shade of trees.

After some circumstantial questioning and comparison, Lorne nodded to Medea and confirmed the identity of the little prince Absyrtus.

"Is he really my brother?"

Medea still couldn't believe it when she saw the legendary blood relative appearing in front of her.

Because her aunt Circe had a relatively heartless personality, she rarely mentioned her life experience and relatives in front of her, and she never thought of taking her back to visit her relatives.

In addition, her aunt moved her from Ayo to Athens, further cutting off contact with her motherland. Her impression of Colchis was almost only a name.

If she hadn't happened to meet the prince of Colchis at the pre-war meeting in Thessaly today, Medea would have almost forgotten that she still had relatives in Colchis.

Lorne smiled and nodded, looking at Medea who was a little surprised and curious, and secretly cursed in his heart.

Not only is he your brother, but you, the sister, also cut him into pieces with your own hands...

In fact, in the original destiny trajectory, after Medea returned from studying on the island of Ayo, she became the priestess of the Hecate temple in the country.

Later, in order to regain the throne, Jason gathered a large number of heroic friends who had made friends with him, sailed the warship Argo, and launched the famous Argo Expedition to the Kingdom of Colchis to obtain its national treasure, the Golden Fleece.

Here, in order to get the treasure smoothly, Jason sacrificed to Aphrodite, the goddess of love. Under the influence of the power of the God of Love, Medea became obsessed with Jason, who came to the island in search of the Golden Fleece. She betrayed her homeland and tried her best to help him obtain the Golden Fleece.

After King Aeetes of Colchis learned that the Golden Fleece had been stolen and his daughter had fled, he sent his youngest son Absyrtus to pursue the Argonauts.

In order to stop the pursuit of Colchis, the mad Medea lured Absyrtus onto the ship, killed him with her own hands, cut his body into pieces and threw his body away. The method was quite cruel.

And sowing this evil cause also caused the heroes of the Argonauts to fear her like a snake and a scorpion. After Jason had finished using her, he abandoned her.

Of course, Jason himself was retaliated for this. His son and new wife died tragically, and he himself was also killed in the Argonaut's curse.

It can be said that none of the three people who were teased by fate got a good ending.

Although the three people got together again by mistake, their fate has already deviated from the original direction, and they will basically not make the same mistakes again.

Besides, Lorne himself would not allow this to happen.

"Brother-in-law, I didn't expect you to be the one from Ares Mountain. I saw what you taught King Argos at the banquet just now. Those words and actions were so cool!"

The young man chirped and looked at the legendary god of wine with gleaming eyes.

The hero who mediates the war between the Olympian gods, the earthly shepherd who speaks up for mankind, and the only one among the twelve gods to ascend to the throne of God in a mortal body. This is simply a legend!

And this is a person who has a close relationship with his missing sister and seems to be his brother-in-law.

For a passionate young man who longs for a hero, excitement and admiration are his only emotions at the moment.

"Ahem, there's no need to be so outspoken, just call me by my name."

Lorne coughed dryly as a reminder, his eyes a little wandering.

He did not deny his relationship with Medea, but after all, he was a married person, and he still had to pay attention to the influence outside. This was one of the reasons why he pulled the little guy outside the hall to communicate.

Fortunately, the little prince Absyrtus who turned into a fanboy was relatively upright. Although he did not understand the deep meaning of the new "idol"'s words, he still obeyed them.

"Okay, Lord Lorne. Then when are you and my sister going back to Colchis? I will definitely entertain you!"

"There's no rush." ​​Lorne replied warmly, and then helplessly pointed at the Thessaly Palace behind him, "At least not until after this battle is over."

"I was so excited to see you that I accidentally forgot about this." The little prince Absyrtus scratched his head in embarrassment and had to give up the idea for the time being.

Lorne smiled and comforted the somewhat embarrassed little fan, and changed the subject: "By the way, I remember that the main god that Colchis now believes in is Ares?"

Although Aeetes, the current king of Colchis, is the son of the sun god Helios, he is brave and aggressive in character and has strong martial arts. His favorite sport in daily life is to drive a copper bull to sow dragon teeth into the soil. He spawned dragon tooth soldiers and fought with them.

Therefore, Aeetes worshiped Ares, the same type of war god, and established him as the main god of the Kingdom of Colchis. He also built a sacred grove for him and nailed the national treasure Golden Fleece to a corner of Ares's sacred grove. An oak tree symbolizes the survival of the country's royal power.

Ares, the god of war, also showed sympathy to the king of Colchis. Not only did he make his poisonous dragon, which sleeps day and night, protect the sacred grove and the Golden Fleece, he also gave King Aeetes the skills to tame the flying dragon.

At this time, Absyrtus, the little fanboy, heard the idol's question and nodded quickly to answer.

"Well, I heard from my father that Lord Ares just came back from outside recently and is currently recuperating in the sacred forest."

Recuperate?

Lorne caught the key words in the words and showed a cruel smile on his face.

Apparently, Ares was beaten badly during the "friendly" exchange with Artemis over the Amazons' faith.

After his defeat, he could only return to Colchis, another base in despair, and went into the woods to recuperate.

So, is this also the reason why he did not attend the theocratic meeting?

Lorne rolled his eyes and asked for confirmation.

"Ares doesn't object to your coming to Thessaly to form an alliance?"

"Of course not! As long as you are not afraid of life and death, devote yourself wholeheartedly to the battle, and enjoy the fun brought by the battle, it is the most noble sacrifice to Lord Ares!"

The little prince Absyrtus answered without thinking, with a hint of passionate enthusiasm on his somewhat immature face.

After receiving a positive answer, Lorne nodded thoughtfully.

Also, Ares has a mindless character who enjoys fighting. He longs to see a scene of rivers of blood. He will not stop the battle between the giants regardless of emotion or reason.

And if I remember correctly, it seems that the only thing left in his holy land is Colchis.

so……

Lorne's twinkling eyes looked at the little fanboy in front of him, and a malicious smile appeared on the corners of his lips.

Dude, do you want a date?

Just when a certain MLM leader was thinking about how to recruit new people to join his team, a familiar smell coming from the distance made his eyelids jump.

"You two siblings haven't seen each other for so many years. We just wanted to catch up on old times and get acquainted with each other. I have something to do, so I'll leave first! See you at home tonight!"

With that said, Lorne immediately activated the divine speed of [Goat] and turned into an afterimage, disappearing from the place.

As soon as he walked away, the fiery white-armed goddess rushed into the shade of the tree and looked around.

"Where is he? Where did he go?" Hera asked with a dark face.

"Senior brother seems to have said that he is going back to his residence to rest..." Medea raised her hand to point out the correct direction of Lorne's escape, answered obediently, and emphasized sincerely, "His voice was very loud, and I heard it clearly. "

When Hera heard this, a sneer appeared on her face.

Want to lie to me? Not that easy!

Seeing the angel decisively chasing in the opposite direction, the little prince Absyrtus was stunned.

How come no one believes you when you tell the truth?

"Well, you can go home early tonight..."

As the low murmur reached his ears, he caught a glimpse of the hidden smile on his sister's face, and seemed to understand something, and an inexplicable feeling of fear arose in his heart.

——Woman, how terrible!

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At dusk, a petite figure sneaks into Katniss's courtyard.

"Back?"

Lorne, who was drinking alone in front of the stone table, poured out a glass of ice-cold fruit juice and handed it to Medea who came in with a smile to quench her thirst.

Based on the fact that he didn't meet Hera along the way, he estimated that this little junior sister might have put in a lot of effort behind the scenes to cover for him, and she deserves a drink as a reward.

However, the witch with fragrant sweat on her forehead did not take the fruit juice. Instead, she licked her dry lips, her eyes gradually burning.

"Senior brother, they are not here."

When Luo En heard this, his face darkened.

Just out of the tiger's den and into the wolf's den, it seems that the little alcohol I just saved can't be saved tonight.

The god of wine tilted his arm slightly, pouring the dark red fruit juice in the cup towards the origin of life, and sneered.

"If you want it, come and get it!"

The witch in the twilight breathed quickly, licking her dry cherry lips, and moved closer to the god. She raised her hand and pulled her long lavender hair behind her head, leaning forward to show her perseverance. , expressing his determination to obtain the true scriptures with his eloquent tongue.

But the scriptures should not be taught lightly, and the Tao should not be sold cheaply.

The Dionysian looked as usual, not wavering at all from the witch's persistence.

Seeing that she still couldn't get what she wanted despite all her efforts, Medea couldn't hold it in any longer and simply sat down cross-legged to discuss the law face to face with her fellow disciples.

But Lorne, who had started earlier and was stronger, was obviously better. His strong and solid foundation broke through and tore apart Medea's soft and empty defense time and time again, leaving her blushing and speechless. All she could say was defeat. Whining.

However, the witch was unwilling to admit defeat and retreated in humiliation, hoping to continue to use her eloquence to win the game.

But as soon as Medea opened her mouth, there was a crisp knock on the door.

Others entered the room, and the discussion between the two could only be temporarily interrupted. Medea quickly stood up and went to open the door for the visitors.

As the closed door creaked open, a green-haired head with cat ears poked out.

"You came back before the banquet was over. What were you doing in there?"

"Ahem, drink."

Lorne at the table coughed dryly and picked up his wine glass in response.

Medea, who was wiping her mouth next to her, nodded repeatedly.

Atalanta looked at the two people with erratic eyes, a look of doubt on her face. With her nose twitching, she smelled the fragrance of the blooming heather in the yard, and immediately glared at Medea next to her, snoring angrily.

"We promised to be good sisters, but to do such a thing without even shouting... ahem... is simply too much!"

"If I didn't call you, wouldn't you be here too..."

Medea murmured quietly, with a rather depressed look on her face.

"I was worried about whether something happened to you!" the huntress said, with hatred and anger rising in her heart, she turned around and strode towards the door, "I will erase the early warning spell outside right now. , look how sneaky you are!"

However, as soon as Atalanta raised her hand to draw the bow, her nostrils twitched and she smelled a strong aroma of wine. Her eyes blurred and her body became soft.

Taking advantage of her unpreparedness, a purple-red magic rope snaked up like a snake, tied her wrists, and fixed her in front of a small tree in the courtyard.

Accompanied by a cold and slippery touch of the skin, her upper body was pulled forward by several magic arrays that appeared around her. Her legs were slightly apart, her toes were touching the ground, and she stood tremblingly. Her hips had to be slightly raised to maintain balance.

At the same time, the stress response unique to cats also appeared on Atalanta.

——The pointed ears on her head trembled slightly, and the tail behind her stood up.

Seeing this, Medea couldn't help but retract the Dark Moon Staff, and curiously touched the feline features on Atalanta.

"Brother, the furry part of Sister Atalanta feels great to touch, do you want to try it too?"

"Okay, let me feel if it's developing normally."

The accomplice who had been itching for a long time immediately came forward excitedly, grinning and enjoying the fun of petting the cat with Medea.

Compared to Medea's random pulling and scratching, Lorne's cat-stroking technique was obviously more professional, sometimes gently twisting the tip of the tail, sometimes brushing the ears, and sometimes combing the slightly messy hair, which quickly defeated Atalanta.

And it must be said that as a witch, Medea's learning and imitation ability is superb. She quickly learned the essence of cat-stroking and cooperated with her senior brother to play with the captured kitten.

Facing this front and back attack, Atalanta, whose ears and tail were attacked at the same time, could not resist again. She cried out in succession and twisted her body desperately, trying to shake off the two people who were in cahoots.

However, the more she resisted, the more excited the two people became. Soon, they tossed the kitten to panting and limp like mud.

"Don't go too far! If you do this again, I'll bite!"

Atalanta, with a flushed face, protested angrily, grinding her teeth to threaten.

"Haha, a little cat like you can't escape from our palms! You are destined to be eaten by us!"

Lorne said, his true colors revealed, ready to enter the second stage of petting the cat.

However, at this moment, three or four strong or weak breathing sounds came from outside the yard. Lorne and Medea's faces changed, and they hurriedly stopped their bad behavior, rescued Atalanta, who had no strength left, from the tree, and poured energy and recovery drugs into her slightly opened mouth.

No, this cat is not good, it can't stand such a little strength.

I need to strengthen my exercise in the future!

Lorne went forward with a complaint, ready to open the door, but a roar came and the door exploded.

A certain fierce white-armed goddess stood outside the door with cold eyes, looking at the messy yard.