Tonight on the Argo, amidst the revelry, Jason's trial looms near. Jason holds the Golden Fleece, although the celebration does not concern me, I happily join the heroes in their festivities.
Cyd is a person who inspires distrust in others.
Jason, holding a wine glass, sighs deeply. Originally, he did not believe Hercules' words, but now he does, not just because of Cyd's timely help, but because of the genuine honesty in Cyd's clear eyes.
"Pure white... hero?" Jason raised his wine glass to the sky.
Unbeknownst to Jason, the ever-sage Cyd quietly infiltrated his thoughts, guarding against any intrusion, even before the Khalkotauroi cowshed was named.
"Why do you look so suspicious when there's no guard here?" Medea bypassed Cyd and walked straight ahead.
"Little princess, you should go back to your chambers," Cyd sighed, rubbing the back of his head. "If the maidservant catches you gone, it won't be good."
"No don't worry I already got someone to replace me~" Medea, with her curious expression, examined the dark cowshed excitedly.
At that moment, a maidservant quietly opened the door a crack. Candlelight barely illuminated the room, revealing a petite figure on the bed. Through the moonlight, the maidservant could vaguely see something purple hanging, then quietly closed the door again.
"That said," Cyd smirked, lifting Medea by the collar, "don't stray too far from me. It won't be fun if you get hurt by that cow."
"I know," Medea stuck out her tongue. "So, what are you planning to do? Even the best soldiers in Colchis can't control those two cows."
"I'll just make them accept my orders," Cyd said, putting Medea down and walking slowly towards the cowshed. It seemed the temperature was rising from some strange smell.
The cows awoke.
"If they willingly accept to listen, they won't be an obstacle," Medea said, taking out a bottle of magic potion from her waist pouch. "But if they don't..."
"Trust me, we had an agreement. You just need to help cover the sound here," Cyd said, picking up a stone.
"I was just about to do that," Medea snapped her fingers, and a soft purple glow enveloped the area, muffling any noise. "I think you should first..."
"No problem. Time to wake up!" Cyd tightened his grip on the stone and hurled it at the cowshed, causing an explosion that sent the entire structure flying, with flames erupting from the ground.
"Relax," Cyd said, rubbing his shoulder and walking towards the now-exposed cows.
"Hey! They weren't supposed to be for the cows!" Medea protested.
"Relax, I'm just teaching them a little lesson," Cyd said, raising a finger. "Just a little~"
"Moo!!"
With a roar, the two cows charged, their bodies engulfed in flames, like two blazing fireballs.
"As animals, such a temper is not good," Cyd said, lifting his hand to press down on the Khalkotauroi's heads as they charged, stopping them in their tracks.
Medea's eyes widened.
A person of wisdom but not strength should not be able to match the Khalkotauroi, who were more like demonic beasts than ordinary animals. Yet, here was Cyd, effortlessly holding them down.
"Be obedient!" Cyd commanded, pounding their heads together.
"This is... a true hero..." Medea watched, her understanding of reality shaken.
"Obedient yet?" Cyd pulled the heads of the two Khalkotauroi apart.
Flames erupted, engulfing Cyd, but he emerged unscathed.
"Did you call for me?" Cyd asked, not a single hair singed.
"Everything's fine," Medea waved her hand.
"You seem rather harsh. It's alright, I have all night to deal with you," Cyd said, glancing at Medea. "Give me that magic potion."
Medea quickly handed over the potion, despite not understanding what Cyd planned to do. His current demeanor was quite intimidating!
Cyd pressed down on one of the Khalkotauroi, poured the magic potion onto a cloth, and then wrapped it around the cow's head. The strange smell immediately affected the cow.
"Time for some education," Cyd said, grabbing the Khalkotauroi by the horn and throwing it to the ground.
"Moo!!!"
The Khalkotauroi released a fierce flame, but the cloth wrapped around its head did not burn.
"Still not listening then?"
For the first time in its life, the Khalkotauroi felt fear.
"I'll make you behave!"
With one arm, Cyd tossed the Khalkotauroi into the air.
"ora ora ora ora ora ora!"
Countless fist strikes rained down on the Khalkotauroi from every angle, ensuring even impact distribution. Cyd even turned it mid-air for better coverage.
"Moo... moo moo moo!!!"
The pitiful cries of the poor cow echoed, but Medea's magic blocked the sound.
The Khalkotauroi under Cyd's foot began to tremble, likely terrified by its companion's cries.
Without flames and entirely red, the Khalkotauroi collapsed to the ground. Cyd removed the cloth from its head, revealing a foam-spitting, exhausted face.
Cyd bent down, pulling the head of the second Khalkotauroi. Seeing its panicked eyes, Cyd smiled kindly.
"Your turn."