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Magellan shook his head helplessly: he failed.

He knew exactly why he had failed, and it was this that filled Magellan with frustration. Medea had told him many times the secret: to believe what he saw, but Magellan still didn't want to believe in the twisted and psychedelic world.

This is an irreconcilable conflict between Athena and Bacchus, and unfortunately, Magellan has always been on Athena's side, and now he must bow to Bacchus.

Medea walked into the tent, put out the incense, and said "I know" with a face.

"Take a break and come back again. ”

"I'm fine," Magellan shook his head, "no need to rest." ”

The witch laughed: "You feel a headache and drowsiness now. ”

Magellan wanted to say a word of denial, but found himself too tired to speak.

Then he fell asleep.

When he woke up, it had been a long time, Magellan had a splitting headache, and Medea was studying witchcraft on a table on the other side of the tent.

"How long has it been?"

"It didn't take long. You're having a headache right now, wait two days next time. ”

The witch was straightforward, Magellan nodded helplessly, he knew that Medea was right.

"I'm wondering what if I fail again next time......"

"Let me answer you in the words of a friend named Magellan, wait two days, and then next time. ”

Magellan smiled and shook his head: "I won't continue to fight with myself, that can't win." ”

"But you have to find a way to get into that forest. ”

Magellan was silent for a moment.

"There's always a way. ”

"I don't doubt it, witchcraft can do just as much as the god called science. The only problem is ......"

"Time...... It's enough for the time being. ”

"Since you say so, that's great. Medea smiled and took out a pile of parchment scrolls and stone tablets with inscriptions, "These are the remnants of ancient witchcraft, I have given them to you, and I have a chance to help me see what new discoveries have been made." ”

"Okay. Magellan smiled wryly and picked up the precious pile of ancient materials and left the witch's tent.

He wasn't going to look at it, at least not before he entered the forest.

Magellan already knew more about the mad god than Medea, and he already had a vague idea, but not enough for him to walk confidently into the forest.

......

After the team members had said "the boss fell in love with the witch" over and over again, they finally waited for another topic.

The hyena man appeared outside the camp.

This is the pervasive, disgusting orthodox explorer of both scoundrels and thieves.

The team members had no qualms about aiming their guns at their heads, but the men didn't care, laughing and swaggering past the edge of the camp, like a man passing by a neighbor's door on his way home.

"Well, that's the hyena. ”

It was the only thing Magellan said after hearing the Count of Monte Cristo tell him about it.

On the day he said this, Magellan walked out of the camp gate for the first time in a long time, walked around the outside, and then told the team not to care about the explorers.

It took a long time for the skeptical sailors to understand what Magellan meant, and from the very beginning, the hyenas did not think of attacking the camp.

Before that, though, Magellan had gone into the Dionysian forest with the witches.

Magellan thought of a simple trick to fool the mad gods, and it took Medea a long time to figure out this cheat that only he could use.

The forest, which has been blocking everyone, is only open to the fanatics of Dionysus and those who truly understand the tenets of the gods. That is the creed shared by many witches of ancient Theros: the nature of the world is fluid, chaotic, and distorted beyond the limits of human reason, and true knowledge and power can only be mastered by putting aside reason and accepting the distorted truth once and for all.

Magellan couldn't convince himself of this, but he was able to convince himself of Medea because he was a friend as a witch.

This is the beginning of a trickery based on the subtle emotions of man, followed by Medea's belief in the Dionysian creed, and then comes to a plausible conclusion: Magellan believed in the Dionysian creed.

It took Magellan a lot of time to make this trick come to fruition, but in the end, he succeeded.

Medea lit incense in the tent, and Magellan re-entered that psychedelic world.

Everything that could be seen was flowing, shaking, and radiating brilliant brilliance, and the witch was like a real goddess, standing in front of his eyes, dazzling in splendor.

Magellan stood still, waiting for the witchcraft to take effect, for Medea to be ready.

Then gradually, the world stabilized, and the objects still seemed to be sublimating into light inside, but at least they were no longer transparent bands of light, and they no longer wobbled.

By the time Medea walked up to Magellan and said "You're finally here" in an ethereal voice, the world was almost the same as Magellan usually saw.

But still, there is an essential difference, except that it hides itself well, and Magellan deliberately turns a blind eye.

The two stepped out of their tents and headed up the hillside.

Medea laughed and jumped, and behind her, another Medea followed with a facial expression.

The witch's body was like a night sky, the stars were shining, and her smile was like a spring in the forest.

The forest opened before them, and every leaf was like a jewel, and at the end of the meadow, was a statue.

It is a dark blue marble statue, with a handsome god holding a wine glass aloft, and grape vines wrapping around the statue's body.

It was empty, and Medea took Magellan and walked straight to the statue.

"I know that's the nature of the world. ”

Magellan lowered his head and followed the witch to say this.

Then the light faded.

The meadow in front of Magellan's eyes was no longer pure green, with a thick layer of fallen leaves and a sheep's hoof.

"Hey~New here, Hiccup~"

A frivolous man's voice rang in Magellan's ears, with the characteristic tone of a drunkard and a coquettish tail.

"Come with Medea, come, accept death!"

Magellan looked up, ready to dodge a possible attack, only to see a drunken man staggering with a wine bottle.

"Satie is always like that, don't care. ”

Medea turned around and smiled at the drunk.

"Woman...... You're so pretty......"

Magellan made no secret of his amazement, the witch in front of him was dressed in an ancient Theros-style robe, her skin was like snow, her curves were proud, and her face was devoid of tattoos, and she was charming and moving.