Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

The piglets stared with bloodshot, dry, and sore eyes, conveying their "best wishes" to the dedicated and patient doctor with grief and indignation.

As the various colored potions—pink so intense they made one's blood run cold, green so unsettling, and blue so melancholic—were brought to their mouths, the piglets let out hysterical screams and struggled violently.

They looked as if they had entered a slaughterhouse.

Meanwhile, inside the canteen, Jason heard a piercing squeal from a pig, and his hand trembled, causing the spoon to fall into his bowl.

Gazing at the fragrant wheat porridge, Jason swallowed hard, then looked up at the stove with a broad smile.

puff!

However, just as Jason was about to speak, the gleaming cleaver that had slashed a third of the way into the cutting board, and the two cooks opposite him, surrounded by black mist and with malice in their eyes, immediately sent a chill down the captain's spine. He cautiously shrank into a corner, not daring to utter a sound, and stared speechlessly at the soup bowl that rippled with the rocking of the ship.

Two days! It's been two whole days!

Hurry up and finish this, buddy! Someone outside is waiting for you to come out and save them!

If you don't come out soon, we'll have to run inside to take refuge.

Ever since someone started building a nest on the ship, the food in the canteen has become either too salty or too bland, and the random magical potions are injected into souls depending on the mood of the Queen of Elysium.

In fact, for some soups, diarrhea is a minor issue; the real danger lies in the side effects of numbness, confusion, sluggishness, and even a feeling of being turned into a pig. People with weak immune systems have already experienced this several times.

The cunning doctor also colluded with the two cooks, completing a self-sufficient loop. The guys who were stuffed in became unfortunate tools for both sides to test the drugs.

Although it could increase their resistance to the side effects of the potion, they would rather fight the Persians to the death than experience the same thing twice—the torment of their stomachs and bodies from both sides.

I can't live like this anymore, having to be on edge even to eat a meal!

Jason's eyes welled up with tears; he even seemed to miss the dangerous moments of battle and wished he could meet the Persians sooner.

Only then did his words carry weight, and he wouldn't have to endure the torment from these women any longer.

Dude, I curse you with premature ejaculation! I curse you with impotence!

"Stab!"

Just as Jason was feeling indignant, a piercing metallic clang came from a corner. The sharp noise almost pierced everyone's eardrums, causing the Argonauts to turn their heads.

"Big...Big Sister...what is this...?"

"I'm tired of eating fish every day. I need to go out and try something different."

Atalanta glanced at the captain indifferently, casually tossed the metal plate, which had been torn in half, onto the table, and turned to leave.

"What do you want to eat? We'll get supplies when we get ashore, and I'll have someone arrange it."

"Dog meat!"

The hunter's oppressive aura and the murderous intent emanating from her brows sent a shiver down Jason's spine. He hurriedly stepped aside, offering a moment of silence for the unfortunate watchdog.

"I can concoct some magic potions; one bottle will put it to sleep without pain."

"Me! Me! Me! I can cast a suppression spell! Or boil water, remove hair, insert spices... I can do anything!"

Queen Medea of ​​Elysium made a friendly suggestion, and a witch with sparkling eyes, an eagle, also eagerly joined the fray, grabbing a kitchen knife and giving chase.

These women are so ruthless!

As Jason watched the menacing procession heading off to seek revenge on Cerberus, he couldn't help but imagine a dog being cooked in a pot. He immediately shuddered and told his companions to keep their distance from the scene of the crime.

Now is not the time to be loyal; stay away from that guy, or you'll suffer.

"Woof! Awoof..."

However, after a whimper from a dog, came the clanging sound of a heavy object being dragged, along with a familiar female voice whimpering and high-pitched trembling.

At the same time, the ship seemed to be rocking even more violently.

What an animal!

Jason, inside the cafeteria, twitched his lips violently.

Bang...

At the same time, the dimly lit medical room shook, and the doctor who was preparing medicine at the table had no choice but to stop. He turned his head to look at the empty hourglass and casually lifted the small greenhouse covered by the black cloth next to him.

The snakes that were coiled inside had separated and were lazily curled up in their respective corners.

That's strange. The effects of the drug should have almost worn off by now. Did I miscalculate?

Sensing the violent shaking beneath his feet, the God of Healing frowned slightly, utterly perplexed.

Suddenly, Asclepius seemed to realize something. He paused for a moment, then glanced at the scene of the crime, shook his head meaningfully, and a strange smile appeared on his face.

Under the flickering, dim light, several naked heroes, bound to hospital beds like piglets, had empty, lifeless eyes and were foaming at the mouth, as if they had just suffered inhuman torture.

At that very moment, on the Viking flagship following the Argo, the Queen of the Shadow Kingdom, gazing into the distance, turned her thorny spear and looked behind her with great interest.

"Decided?"

“That’s right! After this battle, you help me get this guy back from those Greek women, and you can use him as you please!”

Skadi, the goddess of winter, heard the lewd and obscene words carried by the sea breeze. Her face darkened, and she nodded without hesitation.

Scáthach glanced down at the trembling thorny spear in her hand, a smile playing on her lips.

"make a deal!"

"Take him away? Count me in! We're taking this foolish brother back to Northern Europe! Why should the King of Jotunheim be left in this wretched place like Greece!"

Hearing the commotion, Holo, munching on an apple, came closer, venting her displeasure with a haughty declaration and a look of eager anticipation on her face.

“Your Highness is an ally of the Father God, a guest of honor in Valhalla, and maintains the balance of the nine kingdoms. As your attendant Valkyrie, it is my duty to guide Your Highness back to the Golden Palace!”

Brunhilde, who was on patrol, could no longer suppress the sense of mission in his heart. He pressed his violently beating heart and pursed his lips to declare.

"Serving our Lord and seeking heroes is our destiny..."

"That's right! The roasted lamb skewers that Lord Samael secretly gave me were the best; we can't leave them for the Greeks!"

Otrinde and Hilde, who followed on the left and right respectively, nodded in succession.

"That's right, all the Valkyries firmly support Lady Skadi and welcome Her Highness back! Furthermore..."

The composed blonde Slud at the back of the group also expressed her stance, but in an instant, the Valkyrie's demeanor shifted, and she suddenly grabbed the pair of pink rabbit ears on Slud's head, asking in a low voice.

"...When it's my turn to be on duty, no matter where I hide the sheep, they always get stolen within a few days. Did you tell on me?"

"Slud, no, no, no! Stop pulling, it hurts, it hurts..."

The pink-haired Valkyrie, who had inadvertently revealed evidence of her crime, wailed and covered her ears as she spun around with Slud.

Realizing that the blonde boss had really lost her temper, Hilde immediately and disloyally dragged her best friend into the fray to share the brunt of the attack.

“Otlind was also involved in this matter. I was only responsible for tipping them off. She was the one who drew the map!”

"..."

"Audreline, don't run! Explain yourself and stop right there!"

Slud, who had been punished repeatedly for failing to properly guard the rams, was now furious when she finally caught her good friends, who were the traitors around her. She grabbed Slud's rabbit ears and chased after Otrind, who was trying to escape when things went wrong.

Immediately afterward, the three Valkyries started arguing and fighting, and then gradually walked away.

Holo, Scáthach, and Skadi, who had been silent just moments before, relaxed their backs and unconsciously licked their cherry lips.

Lamb skewers, oh, I really miss them...

Chapter 149 A Secret Deal Under the Cover of Night (1/3)

Eee...

At midnight, with a soft thud, the Argo, which had been rocking for three days and three nights since departing from Icarus, came to an abrupt stop.

The Argonauts, awakened and finding themselves unharmed, relaxed and went back to bed. However, without the creaking of the ship's planks that had accompanied them to sleep every night, they tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep.

It's so late at night, why don't you start shaking it? Can't a person get any sleep?!

The sleepless Argonauts, their eyes bloodshot, stared resentfully at a corner that had become a snake's nest, filled with grief and indignation.

The cool moonlight shone through the window lattice into the misty room. Several giant purplish-red snakes, their hair intertwined and solidified, hung down from the bed and coiled on the floor, as if soaking in warm water, lazily stretching out to their fullest extent.

Inside the bed, the serpent goddess Gorgon, who had swelled up to three meters in length as if inflated, with a plump figure, relaxed her eyebrows and a satisfied smile on her lips.

The two instigators were held in each other's arms like toy dolls.

The two goddesses, with their slender figures and petite builds, remained curled up like silkworms in their cocoons even in their deep sleep, their brows furrowed and tears still clinging to the corners of their eyes.

Meanwhile, the two sisters, their fingers interlocked, seemed to be seeking comfort from each other, clearly having been through a lot.

Outside the bed, the scene was equally chaotic. Three victims, two adults and one child, with flushed faces, were embracing each other.

The bristling tail fur of a feline, the trembling colorful wings of a bird, and the blood-red, pointed ears of an elf—all these sensitive organs exude the lingering effects of a brutal conquest.

The figure who sat up under the silvery light first gently untied the purplish-red snake tail wrapped around her waist, then lifted the colorful bird wings covering her body, and then moved away the feline claws that were scratching bloody marks on her chest. She tucked the blankets around them and carefully made way for the snake hair coiled on the ground, as if avoiding lightning, to reach the door.

After a moment, she changed her clothes, tiptoed out of the shadowy room, glanced back at the beautiful woman lying on the bed with lingering desire, quietly closed the door a crack, and turned to walk towards the deck.

However, just as they reached the corner, the white-haired doctor, who was leaning against the shadows, meaningfully revealed an insulated box.

"With a major battle imminent, the medical equipment you have is far too rudimentary. In order to provide better treatment for the wounded, I have decided to design a set of surgical instruments for you myself, which I guarantee will be more convenient to use than what you are using now."

Samael glanced at the snakes, who were all limp and lifeless, and immediately put his arm around the doctor's shoulder, offering sincere advice.

"make a deal!"

The God of Healing nodded and handed the insulated box to the holy king.

Samael took the evidence, then threw it into the deep sea. The white waves washed away the sin. Their eyes met subtly, and everything was understood without words.

"Good, I caught you red-handed! Buddy, you were awake all along!"

Just as the two were conducting their secret deal, Jason, who had been hiding at the bottom of the stairs, suddenly appeared with a grin, revealing the inside story of the criminals' transaction in one sentence. His gleaming eyes became more and more certain, and his expression was full of mockery.

That's a great trick! It skips the explanation step and just gets them under your skin. Maybe I should try it too...

Forget it. Humans have their limits; you can't compare yourself to this kind of beast. It's easy to hurt your self-esteem.

Jason, with a hint of resentment in his heart, looked jealously at a certain energetic human pile driver who clearly hadn't yet exerted his full strength. He immediately straightened his face and gave a cold, sinister snort.

"You two are in trouble! This isn't something a bottle of mead can solve!"

"Understood, two bottles it is then!"

Samael, having been given leverage, immediately nodded solemnly and began to name his price.

"make a deal!"

Jason nodded in satisfaction, then turned to look at a white-haired doctor, subtly rubbing his index finger and thumb together.

Asclepius pondered for a moment, then slowly raised his head and spoke softly.

"You have kidney deficiency..."

"..."

Jason's breath hitched, his face flushed, and he tried to prove his innocence, demonstrating his extraordinary bravery when he mingled with the nymphs in Elysium after he was defiled.

"I have medicine..."

However, the white-haired healer's next words silenced the captain instantly. His expression softened, and he pulled Asclepius aside with a shifty look, muttering something under his breath.

After a fierce and frantic bargaining session, Jason, having finally gotten his way, secretly slipped the two suspicious little blue pills into his pocket.

After reaching a consensus among the three parties, Samael was first taken to the clinic of the God of Medicine to recall his vague memories of his past life and draw a set of modified medical equipment to complete the task. Then Jason dragged him to the watchtower to continue this dirty deal.

"yours……"

Samael leaned back to one side, reached out and pulled two bottles of mead from the magic circle, tossing them to Jason as hush money.

"then!"

Unexpectedly, the captain tossed one of the bottles to him and smiled as he held up the bottle.

Samael smiled knowingly, pulled out the cork, clinked bottles with his old friend, and drank heartily.

"Hey buddy, tell me secretly, when did you finally wake up?"

After a few rounds of drinks, Jason couldn't contain his curiosity. He raised his elbow, nudged Samael, and asked him with a wink.

"Uh, about a day and a half..."

Samael raised his hand and lightly clinked bottles with his old friend, answering frankly. His gaze, looking down at the dwelling, was deep and distant, and the corners of his lips unconsciously curled up.

His relationship with the boss had been tested by life and death, and it had long been defined, so there was no need to say more.