Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

As for Ishtar, sorry, he doesn't know her.

Chapter 143 Showing Off Gets You Struck by Lightning (1/3)

As the moon rose high in the sky, the festive atmosphere gradually cooled down, and the heroes, having enjoyed themselves to the fullest, departed one after another.

Samael and Atalanta nodded to each other and followed the crowd out of the hall, heading to their bedroom to rest under the guidance of a servant.

On the way, the ancient snake slightly turned its head, glancing to one side from time to time.

"What are you doing?"

Atalanta sensed being watched from the side, stopped, and frowned as she asked.

"Uh, looking at the scenery..."

Samael's eyes darted around, and when he saw the sparse vegetation and empty corridor around him, he couldn't help but crane his neck to look up at the sky, and then changed his mind.

"Um, the night view is quite nice tonight."

"It seems so..."

Atalanta looked up upon hearing this, revealing her snow-white neck, and murmured to herself.

Her profile, flushed with the effects of alcohol, took on a captivating allure under the hazy moonlight.

The scenery tonight is truly beautiful.

The ancient snake glanced down, taking in the breathtaking scenery, and a pleased smile curled at the corners of its lips.

However, just as the two were admiring their favorite scenery, walking through the corridor, and reaching the corner, a humming sound tore through the air.

Samael and Atalanta's pupils immediately constricted, and they instinctively took a step back.

"boom!"

A long spear with a red shaft and a black blade came whistling through the air, piercing through the stone slab and embedding itself halfway into the ground. The flying clods of earth hit the pillars and branches with a dull thud.

"Who! Come out!"

As she retreated, Atalanta drew her Sky Bow, drew the bowstring halfway, and with a cold snort, fired an arrow toward the source of the sound as a warning.

"when!"

From behind the bushes in the courtyard, a crisp metallic clang came. A figure holding a shield and deflecting arrows walked over, raising his eyebrows and chin with an imperious air.

"Heh, your vigilance is alright. As a woman, you barely pass muster."

Immediately, the agile female warrior with silver hair, blue eyes, and rabbit-ear-like mutated organs on her head turned her gaze to Samael, frowned, spat, and a hint of arrogance appeared on her face.

"But you, are you just hiding behind women? Come out and fight me, let me see if you're qualified to participate in this Kaludon hunt."

Kid, if you can't even withstand a few of my attacks, you'd better get home now!

An eerie silence fell over the scene.

After a moment, the three exchanged glances and muttered to themselves with blank expressions.

"do you know?"

"do not know…"

"Didn't I come here to see you?"

"I'm not familiar with her either..."

"I'm so sleepy, can I go back to sleep first?"

"Together, together..."

After exchanging a few words, Samael and Atalanta agreed to follow Circe back to their house and rest. They then walked leisurely side by side, passing by the strong woman.

"Hey! You guys, don't ignore me!"

Katniss's forehead veins bulged as she roared in anger.

Samael, who was being closely watched, rubbed his forehead and rolled his eyes.

As expected of the unfortunate kid in history who messed up because of his careless talk and got buried alive by centaurs, you really think too highly of yourself.

Leaving aside my fighting prowess, even against Atalanta and Circe, who could you defeat in a one-on-one fight?

If it weren't for the fact that your javelin throw was aimed at an open area, you would probably be down on your feet in the first round of contact.

"Coward! Don't go!"

The three took a few steps forward when the hot-tempered, dark-skinned beauty behind them, unable to bear it any longer, darted forward, pulled out her spear, and slapped it horizontally at the ancient snake's shoulder.

The road has narrowed, you brat...

Samael narrowed his eyes, just about to teach this Boiling Sheep a lesson, when Atalanta glided forward, drew her bowstring taut, and fired three arrows in succession.

when! when!

Katniss twirled her spear, deflecting the first arrow. At the same time, she paused, took three steps back, and radiating cracks appeared all around her feet.

Immediately, the female warrior realized that the crisis was not over. She raised her shield to take the second arrow. Her arm went numb and sore, she groaned, and her body swayed.

But before Katniss could regain her footing, that deadly sound of air being torn apart struck again, sending chills down her spine.

"laugh!"

In the deep darkness, a cold arc of light flashed as Katniss, who had been slid half a step to the side, slowly turned her head, the last arrow still in her mouth.

"Pah! That's it?"

The dark-skinned beauty opened her mouth and disdainfully spat out an arrow, casually wiping away the bloodstain on one side of her cheek, and looked down at the huntress opposite her.

"Atalanta, right? You can protect this pretty boy for a while, but can you protect him for a lifetime?"

Samael's lips twitched slightly as he looked at the tiny wounds on Kennis's cheeks caused by the wind pressure of the arrows, and the blood seeping from her gums.

Why did you have to act so cocky? You got beaten up, didn't you?

At the same time, the ancient serpent secretly glanced at Atalanta, then looked at the furious Kayneth opposite him, somewhat amused and exasperated.

What did I do to you that you're picking on me and attacking me like this? Isn't it good to just live?

At this moment, Atalanta gave Samael a comforting look, then stepped forward and warned him in a deep voice.

"Kainese from the Academy of Athens, right? Just mind your own business. You don't need to worry about things here. I brought him here, and I will definitely bring him back safely!"

Furthermore, if you don't move aside, I won't be polite!

The School of Athens?

Could this have something to do with that brat Athena? Your father's happiness... cough cough... journey... you're going to meddle with that too? Are you asking for a beating again?

Samael was taken aback when Atalanta revealed the origins of the other party, and he secretly grumbled to himself.

However, this time, the ancient serpent clearly wronged Athena. The goddess of wisdom would not entrust such a serious task to a grumpy, impulsive, and easily angered young woman.

Katniss was just being a smooth talker and wanted to test Samael, so this was a spur-of-the-moment act of adding drama.

"Go ahead and fight, I'm not afraid of you! I'll beat you down first, then I'll deal with that pretty boy next to me!"

The impulsive and easily angered dark-skinned beauty immediately raised her shield and spear and charged forward. Atalanta also drew her bow and arrow, meeting her head in response.

Instantly, arrows pierced the air, spear blades swept across, and the sound of metal clashing rang out incessantly.

"Hmm, not bad, quite capable...!"

"I accidentally took a hit, huh, not bad, but unfortunately my body is invincible!"

"Haha! You didn't get to eat! You didn't eat, did you?"

On the field, sand and stones flew, stone slabs cracked, and two figures tangled together.

Circe, who was watching from the sidelines, picked at his long ears, peeked out from behind, and looked at both sides with his colorful eyes slightly rolled.

Judging from the sound alone, she really thought Katniss had the upper hand and was about to win.

Samael, who was being protected behind him, helplessly raised his hand and lightly rubbed his nose, silently complaining to himself.

If I had known, I shouldn't have taken that arrow and pretended to be seriously injured in the first place, just to gain an advantage... Pshaw! It was for the sake of the later plan.

As a result, Atalanta now truly regards him as a slacker, a profession he doesn't enjoy.

Seeing how much fun you guys are having, I'll show off for a bit too. Can you give me a chance, boss?

Just as Samael was muttering to himself, he caught a glimpse of the agate-like luster in Circe's hand and the squirrel-like puffing of his cheeks out of the corner of his eye, and couldn't help but ask out of curiosity.

Where did you get these grapes?

"I picked it up casually at the banquet."

Give me a skewer!

"That's it, this is the last one!"

As Circe spoke, she clutched her bodice tightly with both hands and took small steps back. Before Samael could speak again, the possessive witch turned and ran.

However, she had only taken a few steps when she nearly bumped into two figures rushing towards her.

"Gentlemen, please stop! The hunt doesn't start until tomorrow!"

Prince Calydon approached with a frown, deep in thought.

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Chapter 144 Come on, let's share a room! (2/3)

With their host personally coming to mediate, Atalanta and Caenis exchanged a glance and simultaneously stamped their feet and retreated.

"Gentlemen, is there anything that has been neglected in our hospitality? Please let me know!"

"Just spare Calydon's meager fortune; I'm counting on this reward to rid the hero of that demonic boar."

Prince Caludon took the blame first, offering a wry smile and a gentle piece of advice. Jason, who was traveling with him, also chimed in with his advice.

Ask her…

Atalanta casually pointed at Caenis, revealing the dark-skinned person who had started the trouble.

"Why are you looking at me? I just couldn't sleep this early, so I came out for a walk and gave some unsuspecting guys a heads-up."

As all eyes turned to her, Katniss, who still had some self-respect, couldn't help but frown and snort coldly.

Samael rolled his eyes with a forced smile and asked in return.

"So, we should thank you?"

"Of course... it was just something I did on the spur of the moment..."

Katniss glanced at the white owl on Samael's shoulder, and her arrogant demeanor subsided slightly.

Immediately, seeing the "you're kidding us" look on everyone's faces, she disappeared into the bushes.

A moment later, amidst the howling wind, two figures bound together were thrown out from behind the bushes and placed in front of Prince Caludon.

Looking at the two old faces, bruised and swollen but still somewhat recognizable, Prince Calydon's breath hitched, and his blood pressure rose instantly.

"Your Excellency Katniss, you mean..."

"Oh, I went out for a walk and overheard the two of them talking about hiding on the only road they could pass by, and teaching these guys a lesson."

The dark-skinned beauty pointed at Atalanta and the other two, responding with a soft hum.

So you beat them up, took their places, and tested our vigilance?

You did a good deed, but when we asked for thanks, you turned around and started attacking us victims.

Seriously, how did you come up with this thought process? It's so erratic!

Samael was both amused and exasperated, and for a moment he was speechless.

"I apologize, everyone. This was Calydon's mistake. Please allow me to deal with it first, and I will apologize to you all afterward."

Katniss was the first to be unable to stand the strange atmosphere. She stretched, turned around, and ran away.

At this moment, Prince Calydon, who was sitting on pins and needles, first showed a forced smile, then ordered his men to drag away his two unconscious uncles, leaving a servant to lead the way, and then left as well.

In the instant the figure turned its head, Samael vaguely heard a grinding sound of teeth.

"Meleagelos is really in a bad situation."