Chapter 364: Tower meow, get rubbed!

Outside the palace, under the shade of the trees.

After some indirect 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 her legendary blood relative appear before her.

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

In addition, her aunt moved her from Aeolus to Athens, further cutting off her ties with her homeland. Her impression of Colchis was almost limited to just a name.

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

Loen smiled and nodded, looking at Medea who was somewhat surprised and curious, secretly complaining in his heart.

Not only is he your biological brother, but you, as his elder sister, also cut him into pieces with your own hands...

In fact, according to the original destiny, after Medea returned from Aeolus after completing her studies, she became a priestess of the Temple of Hecate in the country.

Later, in order to regain the throne, Jason gathered a large number of heroic friends who were on good terms with him, and sailed the warship Argo on the famous Argo Expedition to the Kingdom of Colchis to seek its national treasure, the Golden Fleece.

In order to get the treasure, Jason offered a sacrifice to Aphrodite, the goddess of love. Under the influence of the power of love, Medea became obsessed with Jason who came to the island to find the Golden Fleece, and she betrayed her homeland to help him get the Golden Fleece.

When King Aeetes of Colchis learned that the Golden Fleece had been stolen and his daughter had fled, he sent his youngest son Absyrtus after the Argo.

In order to stop the pursuers from Colchis, the mad Medea lured Absyrtus onto the ship, killed him with her own hands, and then dismembered and dumped the body, which was extremely cruel.

This evil cause caused the heroes of the Argo to fear her like the plague, and after Jason had used her, he abandoned her.

Of course, Jason himself was also retaliated for this, his son and newlywed wife died tragically, and he himself died in the curse of the Argo.

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

Although the three of them were brought together again by accident, as the trajectory of their fate had already deviated from its original direction, they would basically not repeat the same mistakes.

Besides, Loen himself would not allow this to happen.

"Brother-in-law, I didn't expect you to be the one from Ares Mountain. I saw you teach King Kaargos a lesson at the banquet just now. The words and actions were so cool!"

The young man chattered, looking at the legendary god of wine with shining eyes.

A hero who mediated the war among the Olympian gods, an earthly shepherd who spoke up for humanity, the only one of the twelve main gods to ascend to the throne as a mortal. He is simply a legend!

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

For a passionate young man who yearns to be a hero, excitement and admiration are his only emotions at this moment.

"Well, don't be so formal, just call me by my name."

Loen warned with a dry cough, his eyes a little vague.

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

Fortunately, the little prince Absyrtos, who has turned into a fanboy, has a relatively straightforward personality. Although he does not understand the deep meaning of the words of his new "idol", he still listens to them.

"Okay, Lord Lorne. When are you going back to Colchis with my sister? I will definitely treat you well!"

"There's no rush for that." Lorne replied gently, then pointed helplessly at the Thessaly Palace behind him, "At least we have to wait until this war is over."

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

Lorne smiled and comforted the embarrassed little fanboy, then changed the subject and said, "By the way, I remember that the main god worshipped by Colchis now seems to be Ares?"

Although Aeetes, the current king of Colchis, is the son of the sun god Helios, he is brave and aggressive and has excellent martial arts. His favorite sport is to ride a bronze bull to sow dragon teeth into the soil, giving birth to dragon-tooth soldiers and fighting with them.

Therefore, Aeetes worshipped Ares, a god of war of the same type, and made him the main god of the Kingdom of Colchis. He built a sacred grove for him and nailed the national treasure, the Golden Fleece, to an oak tree in the sacred grove of Ares, symbolizing the continuation of the country's royal power.

The god of war Ares also sympathized with the king of Colchis. Not only did he order his poisonous dragons to guard the sacred forest and the Golden Fleece day and night, he also gave King Aeetes the skills to tame wyverns.

At this time, the little fan boy Absyrtos heard his idol's question and nodded quickly in response.

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

Recuperation?

Loen caught the key words in the words and a wicked smile appeared on his face.

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

After the defeat, he could only return to his other base, Colchis, in disgrace and hide in the woods to recuperate.

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

Loen rolled his eyes and asked indirectly for confirmation.

"Ares has no objection to your coming to Thessaly for the alliance?"

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

The little prince Absyrtus answered without hesitation, a hint of passionate enthusiasm on his still young face.

After getting a positive answer, Lorne nodded thoughtfully.

Yes, with Ares's personality of enjoying mindless battles and wishing to see a river of blood, it would be unreasonable and unnatural for him to prevent the coming of the War of the Giants.

And if I remember correctly, Colchis seems to be the only holy land left of his.

so……

Luo En looked at the little fan in front of him with sparkling eyes, and a malicious smile appeared at the corner of his lips.

Hey bro, wanna date?

Just when a certain pyramid scheme leader was thinking about how to attract new members to join the gang, a familiar smell coming from afar made his eyelids jump.

"You two siblings haven't seen each other for so many years. It's a good opportunity for you to catch up and get to know each other better. I have something to do, so I'll leave first! See you at my place tonight!"

As he spoke, Loen immediately activated the Goat's super speed, turned into a trailing shadow, and disappeared on the spot.

As soon as he left, the impetuous 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.

"Brother seemed to say that he was going back to his residence to rest..." Medea raised her hand to point out the correct direction in which Lorne had escaped, and answered obediently, emphasizing sincerely, "His voice was very loud, and I heard it clearly."

Hearing this, Hera sneered.

Want to cheat me? It's not that easy!

The little Prince Absyrtus was stunned when he saw the Queen of Heaven decisively chasing in the opposite direction.

How come no one believes me when I tell the truth?

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

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

——Women are so scary!

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At dusk, a petite figure sneaked into Katniss's yard.

"You're back?"

Loen, who was drinking alone at the stone table, poured out a glass of iced fruit wine and handed it to Medea who came in with a smile to quench her thirst.

Judging from the fact that he didn't run into Hera along the way, this junior sister must have done a lot of work behind the scenes to cover up for him, and she deserves a drink as a reward.

However, the witch, with sweat oozing from her forehead, did not take the wine. Instead, she licked her dry lips, her eyes gradually becoming hot.

"Brother, they are not here."

When Luo En heard this, his face darkened.

Just out of the tiger's den, into the wolf's den. It seems that the little alcohol I just accumulated can't be kept tonight.

The god of wine tilted his arm slightly, and poured the dark red wine in the cup toward the origin of life, and sneered.

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

The witch in the twilight suddenly breathed quickly, licked her dry lips, moved closer to the god, raised her hand to put her lavender long hair behind her head, leaned over to show her courage to turn an iron rod into a needle, and expressed her determination to obtain the true scriptures with her eloquent tongue.

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

The god of wine looked calm and was not shaken at all by the witch's insistence.

Seeing that she still failed to achieve her goal after all her talk, Medea could not hold back and simply sat cross-legged to discuss the Dharma face to face with her fellow brother.

But Loen, who entered the game earlier and was stronger, was clearly superior. His strong and solid foundation repeatedly broke through and tore open Medea's soft and empty defense, making her blush and speechless, and she could only utter a low groan of defeat.

However, the witch was unwilling to admit defeat, and retreated humiliatingly, hoping to continue to win the game with her eloquence.

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

When someone else entered the room, their discussion had to be temporarily interrupted. Medea quickly stood up and went to open the door for the visitor.

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

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

"Ahem, drink."

Lorne, who was sitting at the table, coughed dryly and raised his glass in response.

Medea, who was wiping her mouth nearby, nodded repeatedly.

Atalanta looked at the two people with wandering eyes with suspicion on her face. Her nostrils twitched as she smelled the fragrance of the blooming heather in the yard. She immediately glared at Medea beside her and snorted in dissatisfaction.

"We agreed to be good sisters, but you didn't even say anything when you did something like this... ahem... this is too much!"

"Even if I didn't call you, you'd still be here..."

Medea muttered quietly, looking quite depressed.

"I was just worried about whether something happened to you!" The female hunter said, anger rising from her heart. She turned and strode out the door. "I'm going to erase the warning spell outside right now. Let's see how you can sneak around!"

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

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

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

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

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

Upon seeing this, Medea could not help but retract her staff of the underworld and curiously began to touch Atalanta's feline features.

"Brother, the hairy part of Sister Ata's body feels really good to touch, do you want to try it too?"

"Okay, let me check if Kang is growing normally."

The accomplice, who had been itching to do so, immediately stepped forward excitedly, and with a wicked smile, enjoyed petting the cat with Medea.

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

It must be said that as a witch, Medea had a strong ability to learn and imitate. She quickly mastered the essence of petting cats and cooperated with her senior brother to play with the captured kittens.

Faced with this attack from both front and back, Atalanta, whose ears and tail were attacked at the same time, was once again unable to withstand it. She screamed in pain and twisted her body desperately, trying to shake off the two people who were in cahoots with her.

However, the more she resisted, the more excited the two men became, and soon they tortured the kitten to the point where she was gasping for breath and her body was as limp as mud.

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

Atalanta, her face flushed, protested angrily, gnashing her teeth in threats.

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

As Loen spoke, his true colors were revealed, and he was 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. They hurriedly stopped their bad behavior, rescued Atalanta, who had no strength left, from the tree, and poured energy and recovery potions into her slightly opened mouth.

No, this cat can’t do that. It can’t even bear this little bit of strength.

I will exercise more in the future!

Luo En muttered to himself as he walked forward, ready to open the door, but unexpectedly there was a loud bang and the door exploded.

A certain menacing white-armed goddess stood outside the door with cold eyes, looking dimly into the messy courtyard.

(End of this chapter)