Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

Then, clusters of small braids, tied with rubber bands, took shape one after another in Euryale's nimble white fingers, with even the tails sporting rather girlish bows.

Seeing Cerberus grinning and baring his teeth, Stheno dared not entertain any further thoughts, his face contorted in a mournful expression as he resigned himself to becoming a large doll. Stheno nodded in satisfaction, leaned against the doorway, turned to look into the dark interior, and waved with delight.

"Medusa, come here. Don't make me say it twice, Medusa."

The goddess's seemingly gentle smile and whispers carried an undeniable air of command.

Then, amidst a series of rustling and stumbling sounds, little Medusa, her face flushed, hesitated, crossed her arms over her chest, and moved her body step by step with a rather shy air.

"What kind of person just hides in their den?"

However, before Medusa could fully prepare herself for her appearance, Stheno grabbed her sister's wrist and forcefully pulled her from the shadows to her side.

"Little Medusa, don't be afraid. No one is blaming you. Hmm, you are absolutely beautiful. Don't move your hands. Let me take a good look at your face."

As she spoke, Stheno pried open and pressed down Medusa's two arms, which were tangled up with the hem of her clothes and had nowhere to go. She looked at the exquisitely crafted miniature toy in front of her with great interest, from top to bottom, and exclaimed with satisfaction.

Similarly, Samael, who was standing to the side, was also amazed by Anna after she was forced to change her clothes.

Wearing a long, flowing Greek-style dress with hints of purple, Anna's gloomy demeanor, which was shy around strangers, softened her appearance and made her look more elegant and pure. The intricate black lace lining revealed her fair and delicate collarbone, and her smooth purple hair was bound by a woven crown, giving her a gentle and approachable charm. As a result, she exuded youthful and charming cuteness.

It must be said that Stheno's aesthetic sense and fashion sense are truly excellent. The dress she prepared for little Medusa, modeled after her and Euryale's attire, perfectly matched Medusa's inner repressed temperament.

"See, I told you this outfit was perfect. It even stunned our teacher. As goddesses, we are phenomena born to capture the hearts of all heroes, so dress yourselves up nicely. Being loved is our duty."

Stheno glanced teasingly at Samael, who was standing behind her in a daze, and then chuckled as she pinched Medusa's cheeks, her eyes filled with narcissism and satisfaction.

"I'm telling you, even if you two don't want to go to Elysium, why don't you spend your days on the Isle of No Return instead of coming to the Argo to join the fun?"

Having been teased a little, Samael snapped out of it and pressed for an answer, looking annoyed.

"You said it's lively here, so of course we can't miss something this interesting."

Stheno casually answered while making minor adjustments to Medusa's attire.

As beings possessing the core of a goddess and naturally endowed with immortality, finding enjoyment to pass the time during their long lives is undoubtedly a way of life that reflects their interest in the world.

“Teacher Samael, we came here to help, after all. Such a beautiful and lovely goddess has personally descended upon us. Shouldn’t we feel happy and touched?”

After Euryale popped a piece of pastry into her mouth and chewed it, she waved her little fist with one hand and angrily protested against Samael's constant questioning.

"If you'd like to help, could I make a request?"

The ancient serpent was quite intrigued and moved closer, staring intently at Euryale, its eyes gleaming.

The intense gazes falling on her skin gave Euryale a sense of being the center of attention, and she proudly raised her chin.

If I can get a point before Medusa, I'll definitely be able to bully her until she cries.

Euryale gave her sister, who was being manipulated by Stheno like a puppet, a malicious glance. Then, she turned her eyes around, leaned against Samael, raised her hand to her lips, and her eyes shone brightly.

"Hmm, go ahead and say it. This goddess has already agreed, dear teacher. If you admit that you've been captivated by our charm, don't be shy. Just say it out loud. Anything is fine with me."

"If you agree, then things will be much easier."

Samael, looking completely captivated, gripped Yuri's hand tightly and spoke with deep affection.

"I only have one request, can I... return it?"

"..."

Euryale's playful smile froze instantly as she realized she had been tricked, her teeth grinding together.

"That's outrageous! We came here to help! Not only are you ungrateful, but you're also heartlessly trying to kick us out!"

"You guys? You're trash with a combat power of less than 5! Every time we met, you caused more trouble than you helped! You should just jump ship and go back to the Island of No Return, and go to bed early tonight!"

Samael's expression shifted, revealing a cold smile, before he, as an elder, belittled and listed the two menaces' numerous misdeeds.

Euryale, enraged and embarrassed, unconsciously threw a punch...

Clench it tightly, and it will harden!

"If you try to get rid of me, I'll..."

"Heh, what can you do about it?"

"I will!"

"Say it, you've already done this kind of thing back in school, do you think I'm afraid of yours..."

"Ouch!"

As the fingers and palm were lifted upwards, a handful of dog hair suddenly appeared in the goddess's small hand.

"I may not be able to beat you, but I can still bully it!"

Euryale confidently shifted the target of hatred, and Cerberus, who was innocently caught in the crossfire, was first dumbfounded, then grimaced and screamed, looking at Samael with teary eyes.

"Alright, alright, if you want it to stay, then stay. The dog has had enough bad luck, so you'd better stop bothering it."

Samael twitched his lips, raised his hand to his forehead, and reluctantly gave in.

Only after receiving a satisfactory answer did Euryale change her expression and let go. The dog, who had been tortured, felt as if it had been granted a pardon and ran to Samael's feet in a panic, sticking out its tongue obsequiously.

“You’ve had enough fun, let Anna come back with me.”

Samael comforted Cerberus, then pointed at Medusa and raised an eyebrow with a soft snort.

“We still have a lot to say to Medusa. If you want her, come and get her tonight.”

However, Stheno remained enthusiastic about changing his sister's clothes and casually brushed it off with a smile.

“Samael, it’s alright, you go ahead and do your work. I’m happy to be with my sisters and I want to spend more time with them.”

Anna hesitated for a moment, then gently shook her head at the ancient snake.

Samael nodded helplessly upon hearing this, and had no choice but to leave with the dog to reconnect with his old friends on the Argo and discuss strategies for breaking through the Persian naval defenses.

"Hmm, not bad, we haven't spoiled you for nothing. Now, get ready, we're going to do something even more fun."

As the only teacher who could keep them in check walked away, Stheno stroked little Medusa's head, a pleased smile playing on her lips, and gave Euryale a wink.

"Yes, anyway, it's a very interesting thing."

Euryale immediately understood, threw away the dog hair in her hand, clapped her hands, and came forward with a smile. She picked up the little Medusa on both sides, dragged the bewildered lamb into the house, and furtively closed the door.

Chapter 146 Snake Mating Manual

In the afternoon, Samael, unusually, found peace and quiet and enjoyed a hearty feast with his former Argonaut heroes, reminiscing about their experiences over the years.

After the war of the Titans, of the more than 50 Argonauts, fewer than ten survived.

Therefore, apart from a few lucky individuals such as Atalanta, Circe, and Medea who have survived to this day, most of them are heroic spirits who were given flesh in the Pure Land of Elysium after death.

But none of the Argonauts regretted it. When they talked about that time, they were all animated, teasing each other and showing off their achievements.

Among them, Jason, who was quite drunk, was the most excited. With his excellent eloquence, he was able to describe every aspect of "breaking through the sea" and "defeating the gods" in great detail, with one climax after another.

Samael couldn't help but sigh, "This fellow is wasting his talent by not becoming a bard."

However, with a formidable enemy at hand, celebrations are always fleeting.

After each of them was given a mouthful of the sobering soup by the God of Medicine, the group, staggering and swaying, had no choice but to rub their dizzy heads and gather together to formulate a plan for the current situation.

Since they knew each other inside and out and had a life-or-death bond, there was no need for further explanation.

The group quickly got into the swing of things, and Jason and Orion, who were familiar with sea routes, jointly planned the optimal route to break through the Persian blockade and head straight for the waters near Thermopylae.

The heroes assembled on the Argo, and the deep-sea fleet exploring below, are the vanguard clearing obstacles.

As the sun began to set and the conversation drew to a close, Samael decided to share the intelligence he had gathered about the Persian heroes during the Roman crisis with Argonaut's old friends, urging them to keep a close eye on things.

The great hero Arash... the Meteor Legion...

The Two Kings of Persia... The Immortals...

Scheherazade...the arcane mage...

That's it?

Everyone raised an eyebrow as they looked at the pitifully small number of Persian hostile forces listed on the paper.

"Incredible, my friend! You've actually driven the Persians to this point!"

Jason flicked the parchment in his hand, his eyes filled with admiration.

It wasn't that the enemy was too weak, but that it was Theseus!

He not only dismantled the anti-Greek alliance and weakened the Persians, but also united various forces, greatly increasing Greece's leverage in the war.

The crowd suddenly realized what had happened, and they all straightened their attitudes, putting away their contempt and offering their respect to this holy king who had turned the tide.

As they talked, the sound of flapping wings came from the sea, and an iron-feathered eagle burst through the half-closed window and jumped onto the table.

The ancient serpent took out a slip of paper from the bamboo tube sealed with divine patterns, carefully read it, and then threw it into the flames. It nodded in satisfaction, its smile widening, and inserted a silver assassin chess piece into the sand table.

"It's the Assassins, our last group of allies. They've arrived near the coast. Have Odysseus send a few deep-sea warships to meet them nearby."

"No problem, I'll let my cousin know!"

Jason smiled, nodded, and raised his hand, accepting the order with practiced ease.

Cousin?

Uh, it seems Jason and Odysseus are actually related, definitely cousins...

Samael tapped his head, realizing what he had just said, and felt both amused and exasperated.

Goodness, they've become family. I was worried about how these two arch-enemies would get along.

As the last vestige of worry in his heart dissipated with the wind, Samael rose and bid farewell to his busy old friends, took Cerberus by the hand, and headed toward Euryale and Stheno's lair.

Above the sky, the moon and stars were few, and the sea fog and night were intertwined. Since it was time, it was time to rescue little Medusa, who had fallen into the clutches of her two older sisters.

Samael was quite surprised to unexpectedly meet Stheno, Euryale, and the dog on the Argo.

But apart from Cerberus, who can basically swoop around with anyone and is considered well-behaved, the other two are notorious troublemakers. Bringing them along will inevitably lead to more trouble.

Moreover, with Nero, Attila the Younger, Penthesilea, and the three Valkyries, he's practically surrounded by a bunch of problem children. He's going to have a lot of headaches coming up.

Just as Samael was secretly cursing, they arrived at the demon's lair, which was emitting a faint light.

The ancient serpent had expected to face some difficulties, but to its surprise, not only was the door unlocked, but Euryale and Stheno were also nowhere to be found. Only little Medusa was left inside, flipping through a manuscript.

"Evil! Filthy! And shameful! Utterly shameful!"

Under the flickering lamplight, little Medusa, her face flushed, frowned and scolded while flipping through the pages of her book. Her eyes, sparkling, never left the book, and she seemed completely absorbed in it.

"What are you looking at? Let me see."

Samael, who had unknowingly approached, curiously picked up the manuscript from Medusa's hand.

"Sama...Sama...Samael, you...you...you, how did you get here?!"

As the manuscript was snatched from her hands, little Medusa's body stiffened like wood. She raised her little head with a creaking sound, her mouth tied in knots, her eyes filled with terror, her pretty face almost dripping blood, and steam rising from the top of her head.

What is this mysterious thing?

Samael subconsciously lowered his eyes, glanced at the book, and was stunned.

This painting depicts...

What the heck?!

The ancient snake couldn't help but flip through the pages quickly, his face darkening as he mentally complained.

On the scroll, there were long, twisted, purplish-red worms, intertwined and coiled together, striking various contorted poses.

Even more bizarrely, the top of the worm has a head that looks like a human female, and it has a forked tongue like a snake sticking out of its mouth. In short, it is quite abstract.

This made Samael even suspect that little Medusa might have accidentally picked up some Cthulhu-themed textbook illustrations like "The Secret of the Worm," because just glancing at those things made him lose a lot of sanity.

"Don't look! Give it back to me!"

Seeing the scroll being opened and turned over with a rustling sound, little Medusa was filled with shame and indignation. She immediately screamed and rushed forward to snatch it away, grabbing it in one swift motion.

"Now that you've taken them all back, you have to tell me what's drawn on them, right?"

Samael, his curiosity and confusion piqued, looked back at the abstract style of the illustrations on the scroll and sighed in exasperation.

But the more she was questioned, the more embarrassed and blushed Anna became. She buried her head and remained silent, hastily stuffing the book into her bosom.

Just as the ancient snake was muttering to himself, he suddenly saw a white note that had somehow slipped out of the book and landed right at his feet.

Ok?