Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

The Earth Clan, capable of purifying the land and fostering plant growth, is the best helper in dealing with these demonic insects.

These words were like a wake-up call, and the ancient snake immediately asked the question seriously.

"Where are they?"

"The Nameless Forest! I know the place; I can show you the way!"

Nock's anxious heart gradually calmed down, and he made a serious promise without hesitation.

Chapter Twenty-Four: No Virgins in the Fiefdom

This was truly an unexpected gain.

Morgan and Samael exchanged a nod and immediately invited the two to join the team.

Although having ordinary people accompany them would add some burden to them, the two of them themselves are at considerable risk and could very well become objects of sacrifice.

However, the monsters, bandits, Naraku worms, and resurrected corpses in the wild are all deadly threats.

On the other hand, because of their status as slaves, even the cities they could rely on became extremely dangerous for them.

Slaves without masters, traveling thousands of miles to the holy capital, had an extremely low chance of survival.

Therefore, staying here is actually safer for them, and Nok's decision is undoubtedly quite wise.

Clearly, the fact that this pair of slaves managed to escape from their territory and safely reach this place was not simply a matter of good luck.

During their conversation, they learned the girl's name, Dale, which means "one who lives in the valleys among the hills," another casual name related to that fiefdom.

As night deepened, seeing the thinly dressed men and women shivering, Samael offered them a tent to rest in.

Rarely encountering such friendly "upper-class" people, the couple were naturally extremely grateful and moved to tears. They also very conscientiously set up their tent on the perimeter and took the initiative to guard the miscellaneous items.

After resolving the issues with the newcomer, the three, who were not particularly tired, sat around the campfire and, based on Nok's description, finalized a new route and replanned their itinerary.

"By the way, judging from what you just said, you seem to be quite familiar with the Knight King?"

In his spare time, Samael glanced at Morgan and couldn't help but ask him tentatively.

The witch glanced at her somewhat curious teammate, paused briefly, and then spoke softly.

"I am her older sister..."

"Sister Wang?"

"Half-siblings!"

Morgan frowned slightly, snorted coldly, and reiterated, deliberately drawing a line, clearly unwilling to have too much to do with that Knight King.

But this straightforwardness and frankness surprised Samael quite a bit.

Yes, the relationship has taken another step forward.

Seeing her two allies in the team staring at her with great interest and gossip-like expressions, Morgan regretted her honesty and felt uncomfortable.

"Don't look at me like that. I'm not familiar with that woman... I rarely see her."

Then, the witch remembered her previous promise and couldn't help but feel another headache coming on.

"Tsk, I really don't want to look down at her arrogant attitude. Being around her always reminds me of some unpleasant experiences..."

"Abolishing the right of the first night? You could ask the Knights of the Round Table to advise you; they didn't approve of such a barbaric custom either."

Samael noticed Morgan's hesitation and offered some advice.

However, Morgan shook his head slightly, and his gaze toward Samael held a hint of surprise.

"I thought you knew..."

"what?"

"They disagree because they don't need this privilege."

Samael was slightly taken aback, still somewhat puzzled.

"Among the Knights of the Round Table, the two most outstanding, Lancelot and Gawain, do you know what nicknames they had among the common people?"

Morgan felt a strange sense of superiority in his wisdom and experience, and he crossed his arms over his chest, a slight smile playing on his lips.

"Say it quickly!"

Upon hearing that some gossip was about to be revealed, the amused people nearby eagerly crowded around, urging him on with smiles.

Morgan disgustedly knocked away the hand resting on her shoulder, her deep blue eyes looking mockingly at the only man present. She spoke slowly, her words carrying a profound meaning.

"Lancelot is known as the 'British Lover,' and Gawain is nicknamed 'The No Virgin of the Fiefdom'..."

"Cough cough..."

Samael coughed heavily, his eyes darting around.

He really didn't know these two guys would be so fierce.

Only after Morgan's subsequent narration did the ancient serpent understand the meaning of these titles.

Legend has it that Lancelot has fairy blood and was raised by fairies in his childhood. He is exceptional in appearance, demeanor, and manners.

Gawain also comes from a prestigious family, belonging to a branch of the royal family, and was blessed by Morgan, making him a top-tier prince charming.

Not to mention ordinary women, even fairies and some noble ladies could not resist the charm of these Knights of the Round Table.

Therefore, in the legends that have been passed down about them, the Knights of the Round Table not only had to dedicate themselves to conquering monsters, eliminating disasters, and saving the people, but also had to dedicate themselves to saving those beautiful women who had fallen into their trap.

Adventure and romantic encounters go hand in hand, and for most people, bearing offspring for a noble bloodline is something to be proud of.

Therefore, those Knights of the Round Table didn't need the so-called right to virginity or to force women to give themselves to them. They could basically go anywhere, use their connections, and travel and sleep along the way.

They never lack women throwing themselves at them.

Otherwise, where would the illegitimate children everywhere come from, given that these powerful bloodlines are so difficult to continue their lineage?

The Round Table Host Club truly lives up to its name...

Samael sighed, but felt inexplicably uneasy.

This attitude of neither refusing nor taking initiative feels somewhat similar to his.

"Now you understand, right? It has always been slaves who sacrifice themselves for their masters, subjects who fight to the death for their lords, and knights who pledge allegiance to their kings. The Knights of the Round Table did not care about the existence of the right of the first night, and naturally they would not bother their king or challenge the entire system over such a trivial matter."

Morgan gave a mocking smile, seemingly touched by something.

"Envious? I can recommend you join the Knights of the Round Table."

Then, the witch glanced wistfully at the man who seemed quite sentimental, her voice drawn out.

A strange sense of danger made Samael's hair stand on end.

"Sister Wang, you... are my employer!"

The ancient serpent, skilled in navigating countless battlefields, shuddered, its expression turning solemn, and gave a resolute guarantee.

Sister Wang? That's a strange way to address her.

Morgan paused for a moment, then came to his senses and looked at Samael with an indescribable gentleness in his eyes.

“Very good. I have only one requirement for my followers: that they remember their loyalty and dedicate everything to me.”

Does this count as one?

"Doesn't it count?"

"..."

"There's only one requirement, and it's a very simple one, don't you think?"

"Uh, whatever you say..."

Under Morgan's cold gaze, Samael gave in and nodded dejectedly.

Having received an affirmative answer, the witch raised her chin in satisfaction, glancing casually at the white-haired succubus watching the show, a hint of triumphant satisfaction in her expression.

Mary rolled her eyes, raised her hand to stroke her chin, and looked at the camp with a smile.

"There are only two tents left, which doesn't seem enough to go around. Samael and I will share a tent tonight, and you can have one by yourself. Is that alright?"

"no!"

Before Samael could speak, Morgan's face darkened, and he instinctively retorted.

"Oh, never mind then, you can sleep with him."

The mischievous white-haired older sister, with an even wider smile, waved her hand and immediately slipped into a tent without saying a word, activating her defensive spell.

Uh……

The once fierce witch suddenly fell silent, her expression blank, and she looked at the man beside her, somewhat at a loss.

This script... something's not right...

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Chapter Twenty-Six: My Lord Has Defected to the Enemy!

The night is dark.

Samael brushed away the ashes, added more firewood, rekindled the campfire, gently patted Bagst's back, and patiently coaxed the little guy to sleep.

Actually, taking care of a baby at night is a rather tedious and tiring job.

Putting everything else aside, just considering breastfeeding alone, human infants need to be fed every 2-3 hours.

The ancestral Arin Bagst, born from the dog demon pack, will be known as the "Big Eater" in the future, and her hunger will drive those who take care of her to the brink of collapse.

In fact, Samael hadn't slept well since entering the tent, keeping his attention constantly on the little one and managing to control her crying fits at least four times.

Otherwise, if she continues to make a scene, her employer won't get any sleep tonight.

"Little one, let's make a deal. Can you be good and give me some peace of mind?"

Forced to get up at night, the ancient snake gently stroked little Bagst's pink face with its bent fingers and complained irritably.

However, seemingly due to the fairy child's excessive energy, no matter how Samael tried to soothe the infant in the swaddling clothes, the baby kept staring wide-eyed at the foster father in front of him, and occasionally tried to climb out of the swaddling clothes and escape from his control.

But in an instant, a strange fragrance wafted over, and the restless little girl immediately turned around, staring intently at the bright red strips of meat hanging above her head.

It smells good! It tastes delicious!

The baby was irresistibly drawn to the fragrant food, and like a hooked eel, it raised its neck and bit at the meat strip again and again.

How can a small loach, easily lured by bait, possibly outmaneuver a cunning and treacherous snake?

Whenever the little girl tried her best to open her mouth and grab the delicious thing, she always missed by a hair's breadth and ended up missing by a mile.

Eat! Come on!

I want more!

Delicious... I can't miss it...

But the culprit, the strip of meat, always lingered in front of me, just a hair's breadth away from being eaten.

In fact, Samael's dangling hand had unknowingly risen several inches too high.

Gradually, the little guy, who had been trying to muster his strength and look up again and again, was exhausted by the tempting treat. His spirits waned and his energy waned.

A moment later, the beautiful object hanging on the magic silk swayed like a pendulum. The heterochromatic eyes of the baby in the swaddling clothes, which had been staring at its prey, unconsciously followed the trajectory of the "pendulum" and moved back and forth under intense fatigue.

One…two…three…so much to eat…mmm…delicious…

Unbeknownst to them, the baby's heavy eyelids had quietly stuck together. A satisfied, innocent smile graced his delicate little face as he drifted into a dream. His newly grown, tiny canine teeth ground and chewed, producing a faint crunching sound.

Clearly, this is a wonderful dream.

Mmm, homemade braised beef tastes just so good!

Seeing the little girl fall into a deep sleep, the unscrupulous temporary babysitter casually tossed the bait into his own mouth, not wasting a drop, and chewed and swallowed it with relish, looking quite content.

Tch, little brat, you're too green to mess with me!

The mission was accomplished, and the ancient serpent was quite pleased with itself.