No Time to Explain, Set Sail! 1/3

The following day at noon, under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Jason, fully armed, waited for his two companions to step forward before taking a deep breath and nervously entering the sacred grove, disappearing into the shadows hidden by the branches.

The kid claimed that he was not in good condition after fighting the Dragon Tooth Soldiers last night, and asked to bring two companions to participate in the mission to seize the Golden Fleece.

King of Colchis, sensing the strong aura of Athena's favor from the other two participants, hesitated only for a moment before agreeing with a sinister look in his eyes.

The true identity of the evil dragon in the sacred forest remains largely unknown.

That was the offspring of Typhon, the king of gods and monsters, who had even wrestled with the god of war. His ferocity earned him high praise from Ares.

Let alone three minor Divine Favored, even ordinary gods would find it difficult to withstand its ferocity.

Moreover, King of Colchis clearly sensed that these three participants had pitifully little ether within them, making them rather inferior in terms of their ability to become heroes.

As for trying to profit from speculation again, haha, do you really think he's a fool?

His sister, who contributed the Magic Potion and revealed the weaknesses of the Dragon Tooth Soldiers, and who betrayed him, is being kept at the Temple of Hecate under the pretense of being able to do anything wrong.

After failing once, three food deliverymen arrived to feed the evil dragon. If we win this gamble, we can make up for our previous mistake!

King of Colchis sneered maliciously, brimming with confidence.

A few dozen breaths later, a muffled roar came, and the forest and soil trembled violently. Nearby insects, ants, and spiders were all terrified and died from the shock. Birds that were roosting on the outer edge of the sacred forest also fell to the ground with a rustling sound as the ferocious Dragon's Might's might spread, trembling and excreting.

However, the scene outside the sacred forest was filled with malice. Before the gloating audience could even rejoice, the majestic roar turned into a suppressed sob, as if they had encountered some terrible and powerful enemy.

At the same time, a seemingly intense clang of metal rang out, and the melodious sound of a seven-stringed zither began to play. The gentle rhythm spread, and the complex sounds of the surrounding area ceased. Even the audience on the outside became drowsy and couldn't help but close their eyes to listen.

When the notes stopped, the crowd, awakened from their reverie, discovered that the challenger Jason, along with two others, had appeared arrogantly at the entrance of the sacred forest, holding aloft the Golden Fleece.

King of Colchis's expression changed drastically, filled with disbelief.

We lost again! How could this be!

"Guard!"

Seeing that these three fellows had once again found a loophole and were about to take away the Golden Fleece, which was crucial to his life, Aeetes roared in fury, like a gambler who had lost all his chips.

However, before the soldiers could gather, a tall figure emerged from the shadows, lowered his cloak, and a spreading shadow enveloped King of Colchis.

The Great Hero Heracles!

Aeetes stiffly turned his head and saw the burly man less than three meters away staring coldly at him, a chill emanating from his neck, and goosebumps rising one after another.

At the same time, on both sides of the forest not far away, the cold light of arrows flickered faintly, and the aura of divine blood that could be faintly seen among the crowd numbered more than a dozen.

Those bastards were prepared!

If he were allowed to take the Golden Fleece, he wouldn't know when he would die; but if he were to back out in front of everyone, he would immediately be riddled with bullets or chopped into mincemeat.

What made it even more embarrassing for him was that the intentions he revealed in his emotional outburst caused the surrounding Colchis people to look at him with disdain for his duplicity.

Having lost the Golden Fleece and his prestige, his position was in jeopardy.

Just as King of Colchis was caught in a dilemma, the man beside Jason approached with a smile and handed him Olive Branch, a symbol of peace, while his lips moved silently.

A moment later, Aeetes, whose face had been clouded with gloom, glanced at his sons who were far away from him, his expression changed, and he stepped forward to pat Jason on the shoulder affectionately and generously, laughing heartily.

"Don't worry, warriors from afar, this is the kingdom of the Berserker God, and we have the utmost respect for fearless heroes like you!"

The guards, with the utmost respect, escorted these brave warriors to their deaths!

With a wave of King of Colchis's hand, the tense atmosphere instantly eased and became cheerful.

Immediately, the soldiers pounded their shields and slammed their spears to the ground, offering a thunderous shout as a tribute to these warriors who had succeeded in their challenge and created a legend.

The situation changed too quickly. Jason and the others, still in a daze, exchanged glances, and, bewildered, went along with it, their smiles stiff as they hurried toward the Argo.

Whether the other party's intentions were genuine or feigned, they had already legitimately obtained the Golden Fleece in front of everyone.

Since that's the case, Colchis has no intention of lingering any longer, so it's better to leave as soon as possible to avoid the other party turning back halfway and causing unnecessary complications.

King of Colchis kept his promise, smiling as he watched the crowd gradually disappear into the distance. Behind his back, he clenched the remaining Olive Branch, a sense of blood connection rising from the verdant leaves.

At this moment, on the Argo, figures who had been scattered throughout the city beforehand leaped onto the deck.

"What about Circe?"

Samael looked around, noticed the missing faces, and frowned as he inquired.

"Here it is! Here it is!"

A tightly closed door opened, and the Great Witch, who had secretly slipped back onto the ship sometime earlier, hurriedly crawled out, waving back with an awkward smile.

"Great! Everyone's here. Let's set sail!"

At Samael's suggestion, Jason, clutching the Golden Fleece, was excited and, unusually decisive, cut the mooring ropes with his sword. He then called to his crew to leave the port of Colchis as quickly as possible and embark on their journey home.

Only when the Argo sailed far from the coast and into a sea of waves did the captain's heart, which had been in his throat, finally begin to relax.

As the ship slowed down, Jason breathed a sigh of relief, unable to contain his curiosity, and leaned close to Samael to ask him something.

"My friend, what exactly did you say to King of Colchis that made him so agreeable?"

Meanwhile, a group of heroes, overflowing with gossip, couldn't help but gather around, listening with smiles on their faces.

"Just three words..."

Samael, leaning on the gunwale and gazing back at the waters near Colchis, casually unravels the riddle.

"First, will he die now from faithlessness and blasphemy, or from misfortune in the future?"

"And then what? Tell me, tell me quickly!"

"Secondly, his sons are quite good. We've met them all. Even without the glory brought by the Golden Fleece, Colchis is very confident that he can take on the burden for his old father."

"Puff..."

His companions, such as Orpheus, Luna, Orion, Jason, who reacted quickly, couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Before this guy came, he sent them to the city to spread information and deliver supplies and intelligence to the princes and nobles. There was also this other purpose.

That half-truth and half-lies is just too malicious.

The opposite of wisdom is conspiracy.

Indeed, after losing the Golden Fleece, King of Colchis's prestige greatly diminished. What he needed to guard against most were his own sons, who were like wolves and tigers in their prime.

The kingdom that worships Ares, the god of Ares, follows a survival-of-the-fittest principle, which is why all his sons are thinking of filial piety even when their father is gone.

With this wicked fellow fanning the flames, it would be strange if King of Colchis wasn't suspicious.

Fighting the Argo would only lead to our own demise and benefit those covetous wolf cubs.

Therefore, after the Argo Heroes flexed their muscles, King of Colchis realized he shouldn't provoke them and changed his attitude, sending them away like Plague God.

After all, even if he didn't compromise, if these scourges remained in Colchis and used the Golden Fleece to help one of his sons launch a rebellion, he would have trouble even saving his own life.

However, Jason, who valued his life, soon discovered the flaw in the plan.

"If we take the Golden Fleece, won't that be the same as taking his life? How could that hot-tempered and arrogant fellow bow down so easily?"

Samael flicked his nails and smiled with narrowed eyes.

"Because I left him a way out..."

Medea