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"That idiot, he is an idiot himself, and he thinks I'm an idiot!"

she said aggressively.

"Of course, he wants me to rejuvenate his father. This should not be all out of filial piety. I doubt whether this person has real feelings, but he has the desire to become a king."

"If I fulfill his wish and give half of his age to his father, he will become middle-aged at most, won't he still have several years to live?

[And the miracle of rejuvenation will spread widely in this country.His prestige will rise substantially. 】

"What's more, the current king, that is, his uncle, is about the same age as his father. If his father is old enough to die, so is the king. He must want to live longer!"

[With this precedent, even if the king cannot give up the throne, he will at least promise to give him the throne after his death]

"It depends on which one, he or his uncle, lived longer after he and his father divided their ages equally. Isn't that the case?"

"But I'm not going to let his dream come true," she said.

"He treats me like an idiot. Of course, I will grant his wishes, because I am a poor girl who has been hit by the golden arrow of love, but what a girl who is crazy about love will do... This guy will probably never know for the rest of his life! "

Early the next morning, Medea bid farewell to everyone in the palace and boarded her flying dragon chariot (this was a gift from her grandfather Helios, the sun god. Among his descendants, only Medea enjoy this honor) flew all over the world.

She collects magic grass from all over the place, and every time she collects one, she will recite strange songs in her mouth, and hold various strange ceremonies. In these ceremonies, if someone bumps into one of these ceremonies, she will be sentenced to death by the local king for blasphemy. .

But Medea didn't care.She traveled for a total of half a year, and mixed nearly a thousand kinds of magic herbs she picked together to form a thick and almost solid potion.

When the potion was placed under the light, it squirmed slightly through the shadow cast by the bottle on the ground, as if a small animal strangled by its neck was struggling to escape.

When you see this stuff, you definitely won't want to drink it.

And she returned to Greece with this bottle of liquid, and when she came back, she would pray every time she passed a river, wishing Hecate, the goddess of the three-forked road and the guardian of the night, to fulfill all her wishes.

Her body has scars from collecting medicinal herbs, and there are small wounds on her cheeks, the blood on them has not been wiped off even if she gently wipes them with her hands. I don't know what kind of curse this is leaving on her body. , but she didn't seem to care.

Medea stood barefoot on the floor of the palace. At this time, Jason's father was already dying, and he could only lie on the bed and breathe out more than he took in.

She asked the maids to help him to the sunlight of the courtyard, where a cauldron had been erected, and the potion in the cauldron was almost boiling, bubbling under the light.

She hung the old man from the tree trunk above the cauldron.There Medea cut open the old man's body with a knife, and let the blood of the old man flow out of his body, dripping into the cauldron to mix with the potion.The old man had already taken the potion that made him feel no pain, and now his eyes were wide open, watching all this indifferently, like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered on the altar.

When all the blood was gone, Medea cut a few more cuts on it. Every time she cut a cut, she would pray in a low voice and dance to worship the gods. Then she dug a hole in the ground and burned a lamb to sacrifice to the goddess. .

She cut the rope.The old man's body fell into the cauldron, his eyes were still wide open, a smell of meat wafted out, and a maid turned her head with an ugly face to cover up the vomiting.

The potion in the pot was poured into the old man's already empty body, almost the moment it touched the inner wall of his pink body, the viscous and pitch-black potion began to soften and turn bright red, as if it had come from inside the old man's body. The same blood that spilled out but was much younger than that.

The potion in the cauldron gradually stopped boiling, and Medea wanted to lightly brush the old man's wound with her gloved fingertips. The wound quickly gathered together as if it had been stitched, and even the red All traces disappeared.

When the old man stood on the ground again, everyone couldn't believe their eyes.He didn't look like Jason's father, but rather his brother.

Rejuvenation succeeded.

Medea smiled and stood by to accept everyone's praise.

"I did it," she said to Jason.

The smile on her face was a little mysterious, as if she was not only happy for this matter.

The miracle soon spread throughout the city-state, and even the gods knew the news. Dionysus, the god of wine, came to ask Medea for the elixir of rejuvenation, and asked her carefully how to use it. , ready to be used by the mortal aunt who raised him.

Medea happily gave it to him, and got a compliment from the god, even though it was not the goddess he served. He said that you can ask me for help if you need it in the future.Medea remembered this promise, which she knew would be needed soon.

Since the gods have come to ask, how can mortals be indifferent.

The people in this city-state who need potions the most are those old men, and the one who can come to Medea to ask her, besides her husband's father, is her husband's uncle, the king of this country.

The king was very old, he always thought Medea was a barbarian woman, and he didn't even say a word to her at the dinner to welcome Jason back, but his daughter was much more flexible than the king.

Despite their superiority complex, they can still have friendly exchanges with her.Isn't it always like this between girls and girls?

They knocked on Medea's door and asked her for news of rejuvenation.

"Perhaps," they said, "you can help our father."

Medea was arranging herbs with her back to them at that time, her fingers trembled slightly after hearing this sentence, not because she was surprised by it, but because she had been expecting this sentence for too long.

Her heart was beating fast, the corners of her mouth were raised, but her tone was softer than usual when she spoke.

"I don't know...if I can do it."

She said in a soft voice, and turned her head to look at the two of them for help.

"But I may not be able to do it alone, can you help me?"