Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step, and the future is still unknown.

Chapter 53 Crunchy and Chicken-Flavored (3/3)

Several days later, at the Cilicia Marsh.

Two figures moved through the misty fog, with rustling sounds constantly coming from all around.

Due to the damp and dark environment here, various reptile-like monsters form the bottom of the food chain. Their ability to lurk and their toxicity are often their most prominent characteristics.

"laugh!"

"puff!"

A black beam of light streaked across the sky, followed by a dull tearing sound. Hidden in the shadows, the human-faced spider, blending seamlessly with the vines, had its skull pierced by a long spear and was pinned to a tree trunk.

"Teacher Ma, you're in for a treat tonight. Get ready to try my homemade roasted spider legs."

Samael casually drew his black spear and swiftly severed the eight most delicious legs of the human-faced spider. He discarded the torso, which had little meat and was difficult to process, and then grinned at Chiron behind him.

He then gathered some dry branches and picked some seasoning plants, quickly prepared eight spider legs, started a fire to remove their hair, and set them up to grill.

"Uh, thank you, but no need, I'll just eat wild fruit."

The centaur sage looked at the creature with its intricate patterns, gleaming tips, and hairy limbs, and felt a wave of nausea. He shook his head and refused.

"Seriously, the grilled spider legs from the Chirichia marshes are absolutely amazing. They taste almost the same as the Alaskan king crabs I've had before."

"Try it! The outer shell is crunchy and it tastes like chicken. You won't regret it!"

Once the crust was crisp and golden brown, Samael pulled Chiron to sit down by the fire and continued to warmly invite him to join him.

Unable to refuse such hospitality, the mild-mannered centaur sage reluctantly gave a wry smile and compromised.

Chiron took a spider leg, and imitating Samael, he broke open the shell, pulled out the snow-white, garlic-clove-like leg meat, squeezed on some lime juice, and put it in his mouth to taste.

As soon as he took a bite and chewed, the centaur sage's furrowed brow gradually relaxed, and his psychological resistance lessened slightly.

As this newly made friend said, the spider legs are delicious, somewhat similar to crabs from the seaside, and have a forest-like aroma.

The way of eating it, drizzled with lime juice, is also unique and has its own special flavor.

But after trying only one, Chiron shook his head and declined Samael's further offers, quietly munching on the fruit he had picked to replenish his ether.

Unfortunately, he still found it hard to accept this relatively exotic insect feast, so he only ate a little bit as a symbolic gesture.

Since everyone has their own preferences, Samael didn't insist. He casually tossed the remaining six spider legs into his bag for storage, intending to bring them back to Tina, Athena, and Anna as a treat.

Previously, the Human-Faced Demon Spider was a mid-level monster that filled the ecosystem of the Qiliqia Swamp, and its numbers were considerable.

But ever since someone accidentally tasted the thigh meat of the spider-faced creature and recommended it to the nymphs and Typhon offspring, the spider-faced creatures here have suffered and have been almost eaten to extinction.

In the days leading up to his departure, Samael even circled the Qiliqia Marsh several times, but still couldn't find a trace of the Human-Faced Demon Spider.

So, this thing was considered a rare snack by those little guys.

However, Samael saw this exotic insect feast and Chiron politely declined, instead picking some non-toxic fungi from nearby and stewing a pot of mushroom soup.

Although the centaur sage appeared calm and collected, his act of drinking two bowls in a row was enough to show how satisfied he was with the meal.

After treating the abducted educator well, Gu She picked up his spear, extinguished the fire, and slowly rose.

He had tentatively shown this weapon, reshaped from the Scythe of Cronus, to Chiron several times, and after confirming that the centaur sage had not noticed anything amiss, he became more confident.

"Are we almost there, are we?"

Seeing the slightly damp environment of the marshland, Chiron got up, shook his fur, and went forward to ask.

"Yes, if you follow this road for another day or two, you will be able to see your students, Teacher Ma."

Samael pointed in the direction of the Alima Cave and smiled slightly.

"Hopefully, I can really help them..."

As they approached their destination, the centaur sage, who had long lived in solitude, did not display the calm and composed demeanor of the "heroic army" that would later emerge; instead, he revealed a hint of unease.

"Yes, your wisdom is exactly what they need..."

Samael gently patted his companion on the shoulder, his eyes full of confidence.

Really? I hope so…

If my arrival and efforts can lead to a different outcome for these children, then it will all have been worthwhile…

Chiron looked into the deep mist and nodded slightly.

The reason why a certain centaur sage was tricked into joining the pirate ship was to guide a group of children who were either abandoned by their parents or tormented by fate towards a new future.

Having been disliked by his parents since childhood, Chiron naturally understands the hardships of living alone and the malice of this world towards the weak.

Therefore, he was easily moved when he heard about little ones who had similar experiences.

Moreover, based on his friend's account, Chiron estimated that the future of these Typhon descendants might not be much better than his own.

After all, his parents had at most abandoned him, while Typhon, the demon ancestor from the abyss, clearly harbored ambitions to challenge the divine authority of Olympus.

These so-called offspring are probably just expendable resources for him to achieve his goals.

The centaur sage who witnessed the end of Mount Olympus knew the power of the Olympian gods.

Typhon's rebellion will most likely end in failure, and even if it succeeds by chance, the descendants of these Cilician marshes will probably suffer heavy losses.

If Zeus were to launch a counterattack and settle scores later, these children would also be implicated, and might even lose their lives in a muddle.

It was out of that shared compassion that Chiron was willing to travel thousands of miles to follow Samael to the Chiriqa marshes to teach these young gods and monsters, so that they might acquire some basic intelligence.

The Olympian gods, while not exactly clean themselves, at least still had some sense of shame and needed a reason before taking action.

Therefore, as long as these Typhon offspring can be taught to restrain their animalistic instincts, they can still maintain their safety in the short term.

Of course, besides these, after spending several months together, Chiron discovered that his companion was also a rather interesting and knowledgeable person.

Those insightful sayings about educational philosophy, as well as the idea of ​​opening schools to teach, impart experience and knowledge, and benefit the community, coincided with his own thoughts.

Compared to staying alone in the Perion Mountains and working in isolation, following Samael to the Cilician marshes to conduct preliminary educational experiments was undoubtedly more appealing.

Thus, a certain centaur sage was led by the ancient serpent to the marshland, where he ambitiously prepared to contribute to the cause of education.

After two days of trekking, Samael finally led Chiron back to their homeland, which they had left six months ago.

As soon as they approached the Alima Cave, nine dark, gleaming snake heads emerged from behind the bushes, their deep, vertical pupils all staring at the two.

"Hey, Xiao Jiu, long time no see."

Samael smiled and offered his assistance, his expression friendly.

"hiss!"

However, the sharp hiss suddenly rose and trembled, and the Hydra's pupils contracted sharply, as if some bad memory had been triggered. It turned and rushed into the depths of the cave.

"Is this what she is?"

"Uh, it must be because we haven't seen each other for so long, he's just too excited..."

Chiron asked with a strange expression, and Samael responded with a dry laugh.

But before the ancient snake could recount the deep affection between itself and its children, the branches trembled violently, and bird feathers began to fall.

The harpy, greatly frightened, flapped her wings and screamed as she fled the bushes.

"Help! I'm going to die! The Black Demon is back!"

Suddenly, chaos erupted inside the Alima cave, as if the end of the world had come.

Upon hearing the commotion inside the cave, Samael's expression froze, and his face turned as black as the bottom of a pot.

Chapter 54 Is this guy an idiot? (1/2)

"boom!"

A gleaming cleaver struck the cutting board, producing a dull thud as flesh and bone separated. Several plump birds, resembling pigeons and pheasants, had their heads and claws chopped off.

The harpy, who had been specially called aside to help in the kitchen, stared blankly at the blood-soaked cutting board and the fat bird on it, its feathers plucked and its internal organs ripped out.

The little guy named "Harpy" unconsciously moved his throat, and the tuft of feathers on his head kept trembling. His glances at Chef Samael several times seemed to have something he wanted to say but couldn't.

Hmph! Scared now? You idiotic chatterbox!

With a sinister glint in his eyes, Samael brandished the cleaver with ferocious force, cruelly dismembering the fat bird that had been decapitated and limbs severed.

Then, in a good mood, the ancient serpent swept the extremely gruesome pieces of corpse into the basin that the harpy was holding.

"We're roasting bird tonight, so you'd better eat plenty."

Samael patted Harby on the shoulder with a friendly smile.

"Really?! That's great!"

The harpy straightened her body, her eyes shining eerily.

Wait a minute! This reaction isn't right! He's definitely just putting on a brave face!

Samael's smile froze, then he shook his head and asked in a sinister tone.

"By the way, when you saw me handling these ingredients, were you trying to say something?"

"Uh-huh!"

Harpy nodded emphatically, and under Samael's eerie gaze, the harpy involuntarily swallowed, raised her two dark blue wings, and wiped the glistening drool from the corner of her mouth.

"Can you please not throw away the innards? They taste amazing when grilled!"

At this moment, the harpy holding the basin beside her snorted, her eyes filled with longing, and the ahoge-like feathers on her head trembled rapidly.

So, the signal this thing is transmitting should be excitement?

You weren't scared just now, you were just craving it!

So I went deep into the mountains and forests to catch these things, without even having a chance to spend time with Tina. What was the point of all that work? In the end, you got the benefit.

Samael's face was stiff, and the hand holding the cleaver was trembling as if he had Parkinson's disease.

Calm down! Don't argue with an idiot.

The ancient snake took a deep breath, finally suppressing the urge to swing the cleaver and kill the silly bird, and forced out the sinister words through gritted teeth.

"Skewer these! You can start a fire and grill them yourselves!"

Harpy scratched his head, looking puzzled.

"Oh, when should I call you for dinner?"

"No need, I'm full!"

"Haven't we eaten yet?"

"I'm so angry I'm full!"

Realizing his carefully prepared intimidation had backfired, Samael rolled his eyes, his face darkening as he stormed off.

As they approached the door, Harpy, her gaze conflicted, bit her lower lip lightly, and finally raised her wings, cautiously calling out to the chef who was about to leave.

"Samael, are you really not going to eat?"

At least you have a conscience to ask more questions...

At the entrance, the ancient snake paused slightly, its frustration dissipating somewhat. Leaning against the stone wall, it turned around.

"I…"

The man responded with a soft hum in a slightly nasal tone, preparing to take the opportunity to back down.

After all, he spent so much time preparing this feast of fat birds, and it would seem like a huge loss if he missed it because of a moment of anger.

"If you're not going to eat it, could you give me your share?"

Tonight, Harpy is so lucky to have two portions all to himself, instead of having to fight with big guys like Hydra and Cerberus for food!

The harpy swallowed hard, her eyes sparkling with longing.

boom!

However, a sudden, dull echo rang out from the cave entrance, startling Harpy. Seeing the stone crushed in Samael's palm, he felt a chill run down his spine and involuntarily shrank his neck.

"Don't...don't be angry, I won't eat yours..."