Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

After a brief pause, the rather cowardly and fearful captain summoned his most powerful companions, including Hercules, Peleus, Telamon, and the Spartan twins, and together they headed to the Sacred Grove.

Clearly, Jason also vaguely suspected that if he couldn't obtain the Golden Fleece, he would probably have to resort to stealing it.

They really need to make two plans; it's necessary to visit the Sacred Grove of Ares, just in case.

Once the crew members had gradually disembarked and begun their work, Samael stretched and walked with a satisfied expression toward Atalanta's door.

That's good now. That silly bird has been thrown out to do serious business, and no one will disturb his private time with the boss.

Moreover, separating Jason, Circe, and Medea in front of the Argonauts, thus preserving the young girl's identity and preventing her from getting involved, can be considered a form of protection.

So, after exhausting a lot of brain cells, surely no one will stop him from slacking off and walking the cat now?

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Chapter 202 The Much-Wonderful Fight of Women (2/2)

The streets of the capital city of Colkis.

Donning a trench coat hood and dressing up as an Arab woman, little Medea carefully followed behind Samael and Atalanta.

However, whenever she saw the patrolling soldiers and the priest-like figure, the runaway witch would pause and shrink closer to Samael.

Gradually, little Medea drew closer and closer, her delicate hand unconsciously gripping Samael's clothes, following closely behind like a toddler learning to walk.

When they approached a secluded corner near the Temple of Hecate, the ancient serpent stopped and turned back with a snort of annoyance.

"Alright, let go now. Are you scared now?"

"I don't feel afraid at all when I'm with Lord Theseus!"

Little Medea obediently let go, raised her pretty face, and smiled broadly.

Atalanta sighed and then, with a slightly serious expression, pulled the little girl aside, patted her shoulder, and gave her earnest advice.

"The outside world is dangerous, and people's hearts are complicated. You are still young, so don't trust people so easily, or you will be deceived."

To clear up the misunderstanding, Samael revealed Medea's identity without reservation, and also disclosed the possibility that she was being manipulated by the power of the goddess of love, as well as his intention not to use the girl.

With her preconceived notions, coupled with the hunter's fondness for children and her shared sympathy for the gods' manipulation of fate, she felt a pang of pity for the naive and innocent little girl, and also didn't want Medea to get involved in the conspiracies and conflicts between adults.

"Lord Theseus and Sister Atalanta are good people, they wouldn't lie to me!"

However, this well-intentioned effort proved futile with Medea's confident affirmation.

"Do you believe me when I say the sun rises in the west every day and you think it's in the east because you're seeing things?"

Seeing Atalanta's frustrated and helpless expression, Samael told a lie that defied common sense with a mocking smile.

"I believe you. Oh, I didn't know that was so. I never knew it was so interesting."

Medea nodded earnestly without hesitation, blinking her eyes with a look of joy as if she had broken through the fog and discovered the truth.

At this moment, Samael's lips twitched, and his smile froze.

This woman is a real problem...

She's not really stupid; how could she not hear such an obvious lie?

Therefore, her belief stems from her desire to believe.

Judging from yesterday, this girl will approach others with great affection, and on this basis, she will wholeheartedly endorse those she deems trustworthy.

Therefore, even if she is instilled with a wrong worldview, even if she has to pay a cruel price for this trust, she will probably choose to believe and act without hesitation.

Conversely, she has an extreme distrust of the world and of everyone.

Once someone or something becomes the center of her self-perceived reliance, she can betray the world and let everyone down for it.

This way of thinking and this logic of behavior are probably the origin of her reputation as the "betraying witch"!

Goodness, a paranoid and sensitive personality, with a hidden dark side and a yandere nature!

He's not good at dealing with this, especially since he's a vulnerable group during adolescence.

The ancient serpent, adept at understanding people's hearts and having almost seen through Medea, sighed and regretted his impulsive encounter yesterday.

With a headache, Samael rubbed his chin, paced back and forth for a moment, and couldn't help but comfort himself, muttering to himself quietly.

Wait, maybe not. It could be the influence of the power of the god of love, or some residual effects.

Perhaps in a few days, once they get the Golden Fleece and the Argo sails away, this little girl will mature a bit more and lose her initial excitement, and she'll probably forget about it soon.

It's puberty, I understand.

Thinking of this, Samael patted little Medea on the shoulder and spoke earnestly.

"Listen to me, things have been turbulent in Colchis these past few days. Stay in the Temple of Hecate and don't wander off."

“That’s right. Along the way, there have been many more soldiers patrolling the streets and priests on duty.”

Atalanta echoed this sentiment and provided supporting evidence.

"Yes, I will!"

Little Medea readily agreed, but after taking only a few steps toward the Temple of Hecate, she hesitated, tugging at the hem of her dress, and turned back.

"Then, when will I be able to see you again?"

"Yes, I will if I have the chance."

Samael waved and responded with a smile, a half-hearted, half-serious response.

Having received a reply, Medea happily slipped back to the temple.

The unexpected little incident finally came to an end, and Samael breathed a sigh of relief.

In any case, besides severing the power of the goddess of love from Medea, he also left behind a curse of destiny, which was specifically used to corrupt divinity and was quite insidious.

If the Olympian gods were to rashly intervene again, they would definitely be in serious trouble...

"Buzz!"

"what…"

Suddenly, a transparent, serpentine phantom was inexplicably pulled upwards, and a woman's suppressed cry of pain came from mid-air.

"Humph!"

At the same time, a cold, nasal voice came from inside the Temple of Hecate, as the golden glow of the moon cast a sharp, chilling light.

The invisible power collided with a deafening roar, and the flowers around the temple instantly scattered and withered, while wisps of pink mist were instantly evaporated.

The area around the temple was in complete disarray. Coupled with the sudden miracle performed by the goddess of witchcraft Hecate, the priests and priests were terrified and bustled about trying to quell the unrest.

Oh, so impatient?

Samael, hiding in the shadows, felt a surge of schadenfreude.

Now look what's happened! Not only did he outmaneuver Aphrodite, making that troublesome woman suffer a bit and keeping her busy for a while, but he also managed to prevent her from causing any more trouble.

Moreover, his underhanded actions inadvertently attracted Hecate, successfully shifting the blame for plotting against Aphrodite onto the sorceress, thus putting the two goddesses at odds.

Hecate resides in the underworld and belongs to the lineage of Hades. Although she is not among the twelve Olympian gods, she is a renowned goddess of sorcery and not to be trifled with.

He loved watching women fight.

Wouldn't it be even better if she were a goddess?

The cunning ancient snake smiled sinisterly, but before he could observe any longer, his arm tightened around it.

"Sister-in-law?"

"What are you looking at? Don't you have anything to do?"

"Cough cough..."

"Come on, what are you standing there for? We still have the eastern area to ask about today."

Atalanta snorted irritably and dragged Samael along by the arm.

However, after only a few steps, the ancient snake, having regained its balance, quickly caught up and grabbed the soft, smooth hand that felt like solidified cream.

Atalanta paused, glanced at the claw that had taken over, then snorted and turned her head. Her face, turned to the side, revealed a slight upturn at the corner of her lips.

Even the proudest feline still needs to be coaxed.

With increasing experience, Samael shamelessly closed the distance, and soon the two figures were snuggling together in the crowd, unusually intimate.

As night fell, everyone returned to the Argo to report. Jason, who was in charge of compiling the intelligence, looked rather grim and looked pleadingly at his friend in the corner.

This guy somehow managed to cook two fruit smoothies, one for himself and one for Atalanta.

"Why are you looking at me? I've already taught you the method, so if you want to eat it, make it yourselves!"

Samael noticed the gazes were fixed on him, and protectively clutched the box of smoothies, rolling his eyes and making a sarcastic remark.

"Dude, who would dare snatch food from your mouth? If you want to eat this stuff, I'll treat you to it until you're sick of it when I get back to China. Can you be serious for once? We have a life-or-death matter to discuss, and we're waiting for your advice!"

Jason pleaded for help with a pained expression, showing signs of trying to elicit tears and sympathy.

Samael scooped up a spoonful of shaved ice, put it in his mouth, and asked a question as he ate.

"Is it about the Golden Fleece?"

Jason nodded hurriedly, his brow furrowed in worry.

"It's probably hopeless to get King Colkis to hand over this thing willingly."

Because the rumors we've gathered say that the Golden Fleece not only symbolizes the prosperity and wealth of Colchis, but is also inextricably linked to the life of King Aeetes; if the Golden Fleece lives, he lives; if the Golden Fleece dies, he dies.

There's actually such a saying; this is a bit tricky.

Sama stroked his chin, his brow furrowing slightly.

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Chapter 203 Ares, a bad cook with a big addiction (1/2)

A stranger from out of town wanted to take on the divine trial and complete the sacrifice to Ares, the god of war, in order to obtain the Golden Fleece!

When such explosive news spread throughout the city, some people were surprised and regretful, while others were gloating.

Based on past experience, this is most likely another arrogant young man who dreams of becoming famous overnight, unaware of the dangers involved.

His fate will likely be the same as those outsiders before him; he will die in this trial and become nourishment for the fertile soil.

That being said, since there was nothing to look forward to these days except watching the excitement, hundreds of busybodies arrived early at the notorious sacred field outside the city at the crack of dawn, leaning against the edge of the field with their arms crossed, waiting for the show to begin.

Even more surprisingly, the foxes and rats of Colchis took this opportunity to set up a statue of Hermes, the god of merchants, and place bets on how long the challenger could last.

Due to the tough local customs and the common experience of betting on such things, people flocked to participate.

Soon after, King Colchis arrived with his guards. Whether it was the robust King Aeetes on his chariot or the solemn, heavily armored warriors, they all wore gloating smiles, their eyes full of mockery and malice, treating this purely as a way to amuse themselves from their dull lives.

At dawn, in the sacred field outside the city.

The challengers, arriving just in time, armed with swords and shields, and accompanied by several companions, squeezed through the dense crowd and solemnly arrived at the ridge of the field.

This sacred field is a full four acres in size, but the soil is barren and hard, with scattered stones all around. Ordinary spears cannot penetrate more than a few inches into the ground.

In the center, a massive bronze yoke and plow, covered with intricate divine patterns and sacrificial motifs on both sides, stands imposingly.

The challenger, named Jason, looked at the thing that seemed difficult to even hold up and complained incessantly, his mind turning to giving up.

Yesterday, on the advice of Theseus, the adopted son of the goddess of wisdom, the captain of the Argonaut mustered his courage, took a few companions, and carried the olive branch that Athena symbolized peace to the palace of Colchis.

After the meeting, Jason did not hide anything and told the king his purpose for coming.

King Colchis smiled broadly and acted very readily, only asking that Jason would hand over the Golden Fleece if he completed two trials.

"First, the Golden Fleece is a sacred object offered to Lord Ares. You must offer a sacrifice to Lord Ares on my behalf to gain his approval."

And the fighting and bloodshed, whether from the enemy or one's own, are the best offerings to that god of war.

The specific process is that I have two divine oxen, which have bronze hooves, breathe fire from their nostrils, and are extremely fierce. Every year at dawn on the day of sacrifice, I will drive them to cultivate four acres of sacred fields.

After the clods of earth are plowed up, I will scatter the dragon's teeth.

When night falls, fierce warriors spring up from the furrows of the field, swarming toward me from all sides. I will kill them one by one with my sword.

I've always been the one to preside over these kinds of events. I wonder if, now that Athena's protector is in charge, he'll be able to use his silver tongue to survive to the end.

Secondly, if you survive, the Golden Fleece hangs in His Highness Ares' sacred grove, guarded by a venomous dragon that never sleeps. Go and take it if you dare!