Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

"But your crystal ball..."

"It's alright, I have several spares in the temple!"

The girl answered casually, but a brief eye contact with Samael caused her cheeks to flush again. Her fingers nervously tugged at the hem of her clothes, like a child who had done something wrong and felt guilty, and she stammered as she continued to add to the story.

"Besides, you...you just risked your life to save me, I can't just take your money."

"Alright then, keep this golden Zeus safe. If there's nothing else, I'll be going now, young lady."

Since she was a wealthy young woman who didn't care about losses and was simply looking to experience life, Samael didn't feel the need to force her. He casually tossed the few gold coins he had recovered into his purse, said goodbye, and turned to leave.

However, before he could take a step, his wrist was grabbed by a pair of fair, small hands.

"We'll have to wait a bit longer..."

"What's wrong now? Is something else?"

"Well, the divination failed this time, but I still took your money. I need to give you some extra compensation so that it's fair."

Compensation? Could it be...?

Samael's expression shifted, and he turned around casually, patting Medea on the shoulder with a heartfelt expression, quite pleased with himself.

"Actually, 'compensation' isn't important; the key is fairness. It's good that you have this awareness!"

"Yes, yes, it's all my fault for being clumsy. I made a mistake in the divination and almost hurt someone. If I don't do something to fix it, I'll feel uneasy and probably won't be able to sleep well tonight."

Medea nodded in agreement, letting out a soft sigh of relief, her smile slightly shy.

This silly girl, is she going to be sold out and still help count the money? She's like a lovely little flower, with a rather healing feel to her. How come she doesn't seem like a ruthless witch who killed her brother and son at all?

Tsk, it's all Jason's fault!

While harboring his resentment, Samael didn't forget to shift the blame to a certain scoundrel of a friend.

"Judging from your accent, you must be a traveler on a long voyage, encountering many dangers. I had a vague feeling that what you divined was related to these things. Although things have gone wrong and I can't offer any further guidance, I'd like to help you make a lucky charm to ensure your safety."

Medea spread her fingers and smiled at the guest, offering a reminder.

"Then, please hand over a part of your body..."

"This is the compensation?"

"Yes, under the protection of the goddess Hecate, my lucky charm is very effective."

"Uh, okay then, how about the haircut?"

"sure…"

Upon hearing the answer, Samael lowered his eyes, clearly showing a lack of interest.

He's a legitimate snake; he broke a crystal ball that was far more valuable, so how could he possibly accept any more freebies?

Unable to refuse such hospitality, the ancient serpent, faced with Medea's expectant gaze, had no choice but to casually pluck a strand of hair and hand it to the little witch.

Immediately, the follower of the witch goddess squatted under the table and fiddled around for a while, stuffing the hair into it, and handed over the carefully prepared amulet.

Samael's hand froze in mid-air, his lips twitching slightly.

Because it was a witch doll modeled after Medea, with lifelike facial features embroidered with colorful threads, making it exceptionally cute.

Moreover, the little skirt he wore over it was the most unacceptable Barbie pink color.

Are you sure you didn't create this thing to kill me?

Samael's gaze was deep and wistful, a mixture of amusement and exasperation on his face.

Chapter 199 Samael, the Treasure of Women (1/2)

Under Medea's expectant yet apprehensive gaze, Samael finally succumbed and reluctantly accepted the lucky charm that embodied the girl's heart.

Princess Colkis's face, which had almost crumbled with disappointment, finally brightened with a radiant smile.

"Is that alright now, young lady? If there's nothing else, I'll be going now."

After all, Medea, who had not yet grown into a witch, was just a naive 14-year-old girl who was sensitive, curious, and prone to extremes. Samael showed great patience and kindness.

"Medea! My name is Medea!"

“Yes, I’ve got it. Theseus, that’s my name.”

The ancient serpent's gaze fell upon the faint chessboard in the princess's eyes, and it chuckled and shook its head, deciding instead to reveal its current name.

It's just mentioning a name; leaving a good impression is better than making an enemy.

However, he had no intention of abducting a young girl, and their future interactions would likely be limited. It would be much better for the princess to stay in Colchis than to be on Argonauts' pirate ship.

"Yes, Lord Theseus, thank you for saving me! When I return to the temple, I will pray to the goddess Hecate for your blessing!"

The little witch, who hadn't yet turned evil, smiled sweetly, then got up and ran off, determined to send the "good guy" in front of her out of the fortune-telling shop.

Samael couldn't persuade him otherwise, so he had no choice but to let it be.

But as soon as the curtain was lifted, a commotion came from the street in the distance.

Several temple priests, dressed in white robes embroidered with golden moon symbols on the front and back, patrolled the area with an imposing air, seemingly searching for something.

Soon, the group headed towards the fortune-telling house.

Samael's hand tightened, and he was hurriedly pulled back into the tent.

"Oh no! It must be the leakage of divine power from the explosion that attracted them. If we get caught, we'll definitely get scolded and punished! What should we do? What should we do?"

Medea paced anxiously back and forth inside the tent, muttering to herself as she grew more uneasy and fearful, her face turning even paler.

Clearly, the people outside are from the Temple of Hecate. This princess is usually quite disciplined, and the so-called punishments probably don't leave her with any good memories.

Once Medea's emotions had calmed down a bit, she suddenly realized that in her panic she had dragged that kind guest in, which made her even more embarrassed. She then bit her cherry lips lightly, and a tragic look of heroic sacrifice appeared on her face.

"Lord Theseus, you go ahead, I'll go hold them off right now!"

"Shh, find a place to hide. I'll handle things here."

Seeing how considerate the little girl was, Samael, considering the accidental explosion of the crystal ball caused by him, raised his index finger and lightly placed it in front of his lips, giving her a calm look.

The fact that the temple priests didn't come directly to her door proves that Medea hasn't been fully exposed yet, so helping her cover it up is just a small favor.

Medea's eyes flickered for a moment, as if she had thought of something. Then she suddenly brightened up, nodded emphatically, and immediately turned around obediently, crawling under the divination table and hiding her small body.

Looking at the little witch under the table, her head tucked into the corner like an ostrich, her bottom sticking out on the outside, Samael couldn't help but chuckle. He looked around, snapped his fingers, and an obscure wave of energy spread out invisibly.

As he sat down, the curtain was lifted by the young priestess, and the leading priestess, with her narrow eyes, thin lips, and sinister and mean expression, stepped in with an air of importance.

After scrutinizing the tent's interior, the granny priestess, whose wrinkles were so deep they could practically trap flies, looked disgusted, her forehead lines resembling withered tree bark.

"Outsider? Is this the one who's doing divination here?"

"Yeah, when you're out in the world, you just have to make a living."

Samael chuckled and nodded, his snake-like eyes opening and closing, radiating a hazy glow.

Although his appearance and voice remained unchanged, in the eyes of the person opposite him, he was still the fortune teller who set up a stall.

Demons are not only adept at scheming, but also at deception.

Given my current strength, the only way to see through his disguise would probably be for the sorceress Hecate to personally intervene.

As their eyes met, the old priestess's gaze became slightly unfocused, her tone softened, and she relaxed her brow and hummed softly.

"Outsider, destiny is determined by divine decree. Mortals who presume to know it will be punished. Colchis is a land blessed by Ares, the god of war, and Hecate, the goddess of the moon. This is not a place for believers to come! Do you understand?"

Samael was both amused and exasperated upon hearing this.

So after all this time, you're not looking for Medea, but rather afraid that worshippers from other temples will come and take over your territory?

It seems that Princess Colkis did a good job of keeping it a secret, as her secret of sneaking out has not yet been discovered.

But if that's the case, then things are much easier to handle.

The ancient snake nodded immediately, appearing to be humbly accepting instruction.

"Thank you for your guidance. I have no intention of offending the noble deity. I will pack up my stall and leave shortly."

Seeing that the stranger across from her was so cooperative, the old priestess nodded in satisfaction. In her pleasant mood, a smile even appeared on her lips. The image of this fortune teller became more pleasing to her eyes, and her tone became more relaxed.

"Never mind, it's good that you have the sincerity to worship God."

The young witches who were attending to her were all surprised and muttered to themselves, "When did this witch become so easy to talk to?"

As she casually glanced around, the old priestess's gaze fell on the bottles and jars on the shelf, and her expression changed slightly.

"You also know witchcraft and occult rituals?"

"Yeah, I understand a little bit."

"Who did you learn it from?"

"Uh, she's a witch from Aiyu Island. When I went out to sea, I encountered a shipwreck. She saved me and taught me some skills to make a living."

Samael's lies came out of his mouth without him even blinking.

"Hmm, then that's it. Aren't all the islands overseas witches blessed by our goddess Hecate? It seems you are also a follower of the goddess of the underworld moon."

The priestess nodded slightly, immediately becoming interested. She stepped forward, sat down, and began chatting with this "family member."

I should have known better than to set my charm level so high; it backfired and I accidentally boosted the other person's favorability.

Samael, who had unintentionally become a friend to middle-aged and elderly women, was secretly both amused and exasperated.

Although he had no intention of chatting with this old woman whose wrinkles could trap flies, Medea was squatting at his feet, and he couldn't just leave.

Left with no other choice, Samael could only respond half-heartedly.

They talked for a full half hour before the old priestess, prompted by a light cough from the young priest behind her, reluctantly got up.

Even on their parting, the elderly priest couldn't help but extend an olive branch.

"Out-of-towners, if you need a job, you can report to the Temple of Hecate. Considering we are from the same lineage, I will handle it accordingly."

Samael nodded perfunctorily and finally saw the group of temple priests out of the divination house.

Only after sensing and confirming that the other side had moved away did the ancient snake stretch its limbs and tap the table as a reminder.

"Alright, they're gone, you can come out now."

However, after calling out several times, there was no response from under the table.

Samael was surprised, then lifted the curtain and was shocked to see the princess of Colkis leaning against the side panel, fast asleep. A drop of saliva slid down her lips and wet a small patch of her chest.

You're a treacherous witch! How could you trust a complete stranger so easily? And you even managed to fall asleep like that? Just how big is your heart, little girl?

The ancient snake, seeing this, was both amused and exasperated.

Chapter 200: Children are forbidden from dating! (2/2)

Half an hour later, Medea slowly woke up, rubbing her sleepy eyes, stretching and getting up. After a moment of confusion, she looked at her surroundings and realized that she had just done something stupid.

Seeing that the kind guest was still waiting in the tent, the underage witch was immediately embarrassed. She unconsciously twisted the hem of her clothes with her hands and stammered out another apology and thanks.

Samael, standing in front of the shelf, turned around, unconcerned. Instead, he pointed to several lifelike models in the corner and asked them with great interest.

"You did all this?"

Among them are bronze warriors, miniature dragon tooth soldiers, embroidered witch dolls with facial features, and some flour figurines and stone sculptures with preliminary shapes, but they all seem to be unfinished because they are not quite satisfactory.

"Hmm, just a little hobby to pass the time..."

When asked about these things, Medea perked up and immediately forgot her embarrassing embarrassment, enthusiastically introducing her masterpiece.

But in the end, the little witch rested her chin on her hand in frustration, looking somewhat disheartened.

"But no matter what materials you choose or how you do it, you can't achieve the desired effect."

"You can try to first assemble a complete, movable skeleton using small parts, and then cover it with a layer of polymer clay and resin. This way, it will have both form and spirit."

As Samael played with the small model, memories of his past life, tinged with nostalgia, surfaced in his mind, and a few words of advice slipped out.

In the future, these things will be called figurines, and they will be extremely expensive. Every time he wants to buy one, he will have to save up for a long time, and he won't dare to buy any high-end items that cost tens of thousands.

"Really?"

Medea's eyes lit up as she excitedly grabbed Samael's arm and asked for more details.

It was rare to find a figure enthusiast like this, someone he could reminisce about the past. So, the Ancient Serpent patiently answered his questions and, based on his memory, mischievously left behind a complete set of figure designs for the seven classes, complete with a golden ahoge (antenna-like hair sticking up) on its head.