Escape from Lemnos [Sixth Update]

After anchoring at Lemnos for nearly a month, the Argo finally set sail once more.

As the mooring ropes were cast off and the sails unfurled, the Argo finally left the small island behind.

Behind the ship, a group of radiant women tearfully saw off the Argonauts. At their head was Princess Hypsipyle.

"Go—may the gods bless you and your companions with a safe return," Hypsipyle called out mournfully. "When you begin your journey home, if you are still willing to return, then this island and my father's scepter will await you. But if you have no such intention—though I hope things will not come to that—then whether you journey to distant lands or have already returned to your homeland, remember Hypsipyle truly."

These words were clearly meant for Jason, while the other women said similar things.

With such a sorrowful farewell, surely both the men and women were reluctant to part.

Yet that was not the case.

On the Argo, Ye Ting had already noticed that his friends, who had once all been broad-shouldered and robust, now seemed to have lost a whole layer of flesh. They looked gaunt and exhausted, with dark circles beneath their eyes. Quite a few stood in poses that plainly suggested aching backs and sore waists.

Even Hercules was no exception.

Clearly, the past month had weakened them considerably.

They showed no reluctance to leave the island or the women seeing them off. Quite the opposite—they seemed deeply afraid of the place and could not wait to leave. One only had to look at the rowers, who were clearly weak as could be yet still desperately rowing with all their might.

In order to avoid letting the gods discover that he had tampered with things, Ye Ting had designed the Pink Plague's magic to