Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

Circe instantly felt like a fledgling bird in its nest, being targeted by a snake. Terrified, its little face turned pale, and it hurriedly shook its head.

"Curiosity killed the bird, be good, you know?"

"Mmm! I'm always very well-behaved."

"Then move aside! What are you standing there for?"

Samael looked at the weakling in front of him, who had been intimidated and was now cowering obediently standing to the side, and walked into the bedroom with satisfaction. On the way, he casually took off his shirt and hung it on the rack.

"You, what are you going to do?"

Circe's face was stiff, his arms clutched his chest, and he let out a mournful cry.

"go to bed!"

Samael gave a casual reply, but the witch behind him gasped, her mind racing. Could it be that this wicked thing, which had been hiding for so long, was finally about to be exposed?

What if I can't beat him? If I resist, I'll be eaten.

So, you should climb into bed and lie down properly?

"What are you looking at? I need to take a shower first, so get out of here!"

Just as Circe's face began to lighten from the turmoil and sorrow, and she began to move slowly toward the bed, a rough voice rang in her ears, and she instinctively responded.

"This is my room..."

But as soon as he finished speaking, Circe wanted to slap himself.

You got away, why are you still nagging?

"Your room is mine now. Go out and have some fun. I was up all night last night, I need to catch up on some sleep!"

Hearing this imperious tone, Circe felt as if she had won the lottery. Overjoyed, she hurriedly took off running out of the den that had become a den of dragons and tigers.

Tch, I'm just borrowing your bed for a nap, not trying to sleep with you. Why are you shivering like that flat-chested girl?

A pair of Aces? Sorry, I can't afford them.

Samael glanced out the window, a hint of grumbling in his mind, set up a simple barrier, removed all his clothes, and entered the bathroom.

First, he put his fingers and palms into the bathtub and scrubbed them for a while.

After wiping, Samael subconsciously raised his hand to smell it. The fresh scent of crushed grass, mixed with a fragrance similar to flowers, still lingered on his skin.

A strong restlessness surged from his lower abdomen. The ancient snake twitched its lips, jumped into the bathtub filled with cold water, and soaked for a while before floating up weakly.

I was driving a bit too fast last night and lost control. As a result, the car overturned when that lady woke up.

Everything was fine for the first half of the night, but on a whim, I wanted to see the legendary breast-enhancing effect of the Divine Beast Robe, so I encouraged Atalanta to try it.

As it turns out, who knew that thing had a pitfall? While inheriting the wild power of nature, the boss also amplified various emotions, and her body was gradually affected by instinct.

Therefore, Atalanta, who was initially the object of petting, was a little reserved, but later became more and more addicted to this kind of physical contact that felines enjoy. She even gradually became dissatisfied and rubbed against his body.

If it hadn't been daylight, he would have been ridden.

Samael, leaning against the side of the barrel, spread his fingers and palms, from which a few wisps of thin pink mist appeared.

Sigh, it's hard to be a good person. I was just worried that the power of love from last time wasn't completely extracted, so I specially used the hair combing method to help her thoroughly clean the residue from her body.

Not only was there no gratitude, but in a fit of shame and anger after Atalanta regained consciousness, he was slapped.

It's clearly because you're too sensitive that I couldn't control myself and almost lost my virginity, and then you blame me. That's so unfair!

Samael casually poured the residue extracted from Atalanta's body into the heart-shaped pendant, gazing at the water and sighing with a somewhat resentful expression.

If the effects of the Divine Beast's Fur hadn't been weakened during the day, he could have helped the eldest sister thoroughly cleanse her body of impurities...

So why not stay up all night? Why wait until dawn to break and prevent people from doing good deeds?

Samael gazed wistfully in a certain direction out the window, looking somewhat dejected.

Anyway, after this incident, it's unlikely that we'll be able to scam people out of money anytime soon.

Otherwise, the vigilant and ashamed leader would kill them outright.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have needed to occupy Circe's little nest to catch up on sleep.

In short, it's hard to be a person.

It's hard to be a good person.

Being a morally upright and good person is even more difficult.

"Ah!"

Meanwhile, Atalanta, who was taking a cold shower in her room, sneezed loudly, and some parts of her body were already red from rubbing.

After a long while, the female hunter, wrapped in a bath towel, walked out of the bathroom, spread her legs out on the bed, and as soon as she closed her eyes, the images that flashed through her mind made her cheeks flush and some parts of her body begin to feel hot.

No! Wash it again!

Atalanta, who had just lain down in bed, immediately got up and rushed into the bathroom.

Shameful! I am a follower of the goddess Artemis, and I have vowed to remain chaste. How can I have such filthy thoughts and degrading behavior!

It's all that brat's fault, saying the tail and ears were beautiful, saying they matched that thing perfectly...

Atalanta noticed the changes in her body and glared angrily at the red and black divine beast fur hanging on the shelf, grinding her teeth as if she wanted to tear a piece of flesh off the guy.

As the icy water poured down, the more I forced myself not to think about it, the clearer those unbearable images became.

The once confident and determined female hunter now had wet, drooping cat ears and a low-hanging tail, exuding a sense of entanglement and defeat.

My dear goddess, I think I can never go back...

In the afternoon, Samael woke up from his sleep and was stunned when he heard the news brought by Circe.

"You mean, the boss is gone?"

"Hmm, it seems they were picked up by a very beautiful and large carriage."

Why didn't anyone wake me up?

"The boss told me not to say..."

Circe shrank back and looked timidly at Samael, who was leaning against the doorway in a daze.

"Forget it, if she wants to leave, no one can stop her. It's not your fault..."

The ancient serpent sighed and calmly patted Circe's head in comfort.

The Great Witch breathed a sigh of relief, jogged over, pulled Katniss, who was drinking farewell wine, out of the side hall, and brought her to Samael.

“Well, the hunt is over, isn’t it? Kayneth is going back to Athens too, and I want to go back with her.”

"Is there enough money?"

"Yes, there are plenty."

"Alright, let Katniss take you to eat well, drink well, and have fun."

Samael snapped out of his reverie, smiled faintly, and then, as if remembering something, went back into the house, prepared some things, and asked Circe to help him take them. He then watched them walk toward the palace gates.

However, Circe had only taken a few steps when he stopped abruptly, turned around in a hurry, and ran back to Samael, shoving a piece of parchment into his hand.

"I was so happy just now that I almost forgot what the boss left for you before she left."

As Circe and Katniss walked further and further away, Samael, looking at the parchment scroll, had a bright glint in his eyes and murmured something to himself.

Arcadia…

Chapter 158 Daughter = Inferior, Black-hearted Cotton (2/4)

A few days later, Samael declined the prince's hospitality and invitation to stay, and walked out of the gates of Calydon.

"Brother, I heard you were leaving, so I came to see you off."

Jason, who had been waiting there, walked over with a crab-like gait and a grin.

"Thank you very much."

Samael stopped and nodded in thanks. Regardless of her future character, for the moment, this socialite treated her male friends very well.

Of course, it cannot be denied that Jason had his own utilitarian purposes in befriending Greek heroes, but his willingness to devote himself wholeheartedly is a rare quality.

"Dude, was Katniss sent by Mount Ares specifically to protect you?"

Since you have such great influence, could you please pass on a message to Teacher Ma, telling him that I've graduated and won't be going back?

Jason pulled a jar of wine and two earthenware bowls from under the stone, and casually drank with his old acquaintance, not forgetting to make sly remarks.

Teacher Ma?

You students have really kept Chiron's name to this day.

Samael took the earthenware bowl, gently swirled the amber-colored liquid inside, and couldn't help but chuckle as he watched Jason's signature exaggerated expression.

Speaking of which, Jason was a member of the Academy of Athens, even a few years ahead of Caenis.

He was once a prince of Iorchus, but as a child, he was exiled along with his father Aeson because his uncle Pelias usurped the throne. He was later taken in by Chiron and became one of his disciples.

Meanwhile, the exiled prince was also observing Samael, his gaze lingering on the white owl perched on Samael's shoulder, a complex mix of emotions welling up within him.

The fact that Mount Ares would send someone to make contact, coupled with the favor of the Goddess of Wisdom, and considering his age and some rumors, suggests that this guy is most likely related to that childless old king.

In this way, Jason felt a sense of shared misfortune.

If this guy went back, he would have fifty cousins ​​eyeing him covetously, as well as a scheming uncle, and he would have been kicked out by his uncle long ago.

When are you going back to Athens?

The blond-haired youth, acting like an experienced man, hooked his arm around Samael's neck, pulled him aside, and whispered mysteriously.

"I'm going to Arcadia..."

"Hmm, let's avoid the limelight for now, enter the city discreetly later, and only show our faces when we're confident we can control the situation. Not bad."

Jason patted Samael on the shoulder with a rather ambiguous smile.

"And you? Where are you going?"

Samael remained noncommittal, glancing at Jason, with whom he had developed some rapport over the past few days.

"I've been away from Iolkos for so long, and I've made a name for myself. It's time to go back."

Jason stretched and responded casually.

Samael seemed to be deep in thought. It seemed that the Argos expedition to seize the Golden Fleece would soon be on the agenda.

In his memory, Jason, who had been banished by his uncle, returned to the country after wandering for more than 20 years and demanded to inherit the throne of the former king. His uncle Pelias claimed that he would return the power if the Golden Fleece was reclaimed.

Jason then recruited crew members to lead a fleet of heroes to Colchis to seize the Golden Fleece, serving as captain of the Argo.

From an outsider's perspective, this exiled prince has been working hard for many years to develop his network, participate in various activities, and accumulate the resources to reclaim the throne, which shows considerable patience.

However, once he gained power and position, he lost his ambition and self-discipline, and his hedonistic nature was fully exposed. In his later years, he became increasingly corrupt, abandoned his wife and children, and sought new love.

"Okay, have a safe trip. Remember to contact me if you need anything."

Samael gathered his thoughts, patted Jason on the shoulder, and gave him a few simple words of advice.

"Sure, just don't regret it. I'm pretty good at bothering people."

The blond youth smiled nonchalantly, his face showing a mix of carefree attitude and genuine sincerity.

Immediately, Jason's eyes darted around, and he clapped his hands as a signal, summoning a tall, imposing figure from the bushes on his left.

"Going to Arcadia, right? My friend here happens to be going the same way, why don't you two travel together?"

Samael looked at the burly, long-haired man who was half a head taller than him, his expression becoming somewhat strange. After a moment's hesitation, he gave a meaningful slight bow to show goodwill and acceptance.

"Thank you for taking care of me on the journey, Lord Hercules."

This usually somewhat dull and taciturn man nodded earnestly in response.

A moment later, under Jason's envious and jealous gaze, Samael summoned the Silverwing Pegasus, and Hercules summoned the Man-eating Horse. The two rode their majestic mounts away in a cloud of dust.

I wish I had such a cool car; when I return home, it would definitely shock my uncle.

The blond youth was lost in his own fantasies. When he came to his senses, he couldn't help but complain with a touch of melancholy on his face.

Hercules, too, skipped over me and ran after that guy.

If he can come back to Iorkos with me, it will be much easier to negotiate with my uncle.