Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

Before that, after dealing with Nero, he happened to run into Boudica's eldest daughter, who then informed Samael of the invitation from the Celtic queen.

At this moment, Samael had unknowingly arrived at the edge of the forest. The ancient snake, lost in thought, was awakened by the nearby gurgling water. Its subconscious gaze swept around and was immediately drawn to a beautiful scene.

The shallow, clear stream was filled with colorful pebbles that shimmered like jade. Under the moonlight, they reflected a dazzling brilliance. In the hazy light, a plump, white sculpture stood amidst the stream, like a goddess.

Amidst the crisp, splashing water, her long, red hair, like autumn maple leaves, exuded a mature charm. The perfectly proportioned waves of her hair were incredibly alluring, like a juicy fruit hanging from a branch.

The woman scooped up a handful of stream water and splashed it over her delicate collarbone. The water flowed down like a snake, revealing her plump yet healthy muscles, which shimmered with a crystal-clear glow. Her abdomen, which she had borne two children, was completely exposed, without a trace of excess fat, like a mother leopard with well-developed muscles and bones.

Holy crap! Boudica is taking a bath!

Samael's expression froze, and he abruptly stopped in his tracks. His gaze inadvertently swept over the scenery, and the craving he once had for such delicious food surged forth again.

One of the LSPs was immediately captivated, and the image of a purple-haired woman with an ascetic face and an equally devilish figure appeared before his eyes.

Uh, the first person I thought of wasn't my wife, what a sin.

Samael felt extremely guilty, his eyes darting around nervously, fearing that his wife, who was stationed in the Land of Shadows, might overhear his thoughts and freeze him into an ice pop.

But then again, why did Boudica invite him over now?

Britain doesn't have a tradition of mixed bathing, does it?

Are we going to discuss business in the river?

Okay, even if this is outrageous, who's really in love with whom?

The unexpected romantic encounter left Samael stunned. He raised his hand to his forehead, his mind a bit confused.

"Why have you been gone so long?"

Just as the ancient serpent was lost in thought, the Celtic queen on the riverbank turned around and casually asked a question.

"Did you bring a change of clothes...?"

However, the moment Boudica's eyes met the newcomer's, her expression froze, her voice choked, and she hurriedly crossed her arms over her chest, half-crouching in the stream. The awkward atmosphere instantly froze.

"Uh, your daughter asked me to come here, saying that you wanted to talk to me about something."

Realizing something was amiss, Samael was the first to notice and decisively threw out the suspect to defend himself.

"Ah... umm... so that's how it is? That child is getting more and more outrageous."

Boudica snapped out of her daze, a hint of anger and embarrassment flashing in her eyes, yet she also felt a strange mix of amusement and exasperation.

Tonight, she only took a bath in the river on a whim, and asked her eldest daughter to go back and bring her some clean clothes.

Unexpectedly, that girl took it upon herself to spread false information and summoned Samael to the riverbank.

This kind of nonsense is mostly to bring her together with the man in front of her, hoping that the Celts will have a perfect king.

If this person were willing to become the King of Britain, he would indeed be perfect.

Thinking of this, Boudica looked up at the deity bathed in moonlight on the shore, her cheeks flushing slightly. She lowered her head and coughed, breaking the stalemate.

"Ahem, I'm sorry, sir. It seems this is a misunderstanding. My daughter was probably just joking. I'm sorry to have troubled you to come all this way. If it's convenient, could you please throw me a change of clothes?"

"Clothes? What clothes?"

Wait, I seem to remember that girl was carrying a package when she bumped into me, but after she finished explaining the invitation, she just took it away without giving it to me..."

Samael spread his hands, his expression initially blank, but then he recalled the details of his encounter with the First Princess and frowned in response.

Suddenly, the ancient serpent seemed to realize something. It looked around and saw the empty, barren rocks. It stiffly raised its head and met Boudica's eyes. The two stared at each other blankly.

"..."

"..."

Good daughter!

Good apprentice!

In the increasingly awkward atmosphere, the two teachers exchanged a knowing nod, their faces darkening. They were both thinking about the bottom of a certain "good kid" and preparing for a loving beating the next day.

"How about I go to your room and bring you some clothes?"

Samael pondered for a moment, then tentatively offered an answer.

After all, there were guards near the camp, and they couldn't very well let Boudica run home naked, could they? If someone saw her, she wouldn't be able to be queen anymore.

Boudica lowered her head, bit her lower lip lightly, nodded helplessly, and looked somewhat ashamed and indignant.

With a solution found, Samael breathed a sigh of relief.

However, just as Samael quietly turned and took a few steps forward, the corner of his eye caught sight of the huge shadow falling from the sky. His pupils immediately contracted slightly, and with lightning speed, he turned back, leaped into the shallows, and pinned Boudica, whose pupils had contracted and whose expression had turned astonished, beneath him.

"Roar!"

With a furious roar, the dark blue-black scales reached towards the two figures hiding in the water.

Although the touch was delicate, in such a critical moment, Samael had no time to think. He picked up Boudica beneath him, swam forward to avoid the two-legged wyvern's attack, and at the same time awakened the ether within his body. He then hurled the cross-shaped spear he was holding in one hand.

The spearhead, arriving from an unexpected angle, pierced through the hard scales protecting the heart beneath the neck of the two-legged dragon. With a violent roar of ether, the massive piercing wound exploded, abruptly silencing the dragon's terrified cries and struggles. Fragments of its internal organs, mixed with blood, flowed from the wound.

Thankfully, it was a false alarm; it was just a two-headed flying dragon.

Samael breathed a sigh of relief, but as he stretched his fingers and palms backward, a strange, delicate, and soft sensation came from his palms.

"You... haha... it's good that you're alright... it's good that you're alright. This wyvern... its arrival was really timely... I was just helping out... you're welcome..."

The ancient serpent stiffly turned around, chuckling dryly as it withdrew its fingers from Boudica's chest.

Fortunately, this Celtic queen was not a pretentious little girl; she pursed her lips, nodded demurely, and let the matter drop.

However, this would mean that the stream, stained red with dragon's blood, might attract bad things due to its fishy smell, making it unsuitable for anyone to stay in.

Left with no other choice, Samael took off his coat and covered Boudica's chest with it, temporarily concealing her impressive figure. The two of them then went ashore one after the other.

Chapter Twenty-Nine: Inheriting the Royal Stomach? (2/4)

However, the wet clothes clung to her skin, making her extremely uncomfortable. The delicate fabric clinging to Boudica's chest almost clearly highlighted the contours of her breasts, causing the Queen to look embarrassed and shift slightly uncomfortably.

Even more embarrassingly, the ancient serpent, under repeated temptations, couldn't resist and revealed its weaknesses.

Samael shut his mouth and lowered his eyes, then chanted runes to light firewood, built a fire, and sat down to warm himself and dry their bodies and clothes.

The oppressive atmosphere gradually turned awkward. Samael, who was already feeling guilty, was a little uncomfortable. In addition, after a whole night of tossing and turning, his stomach was empty and hunger was rising. His eyes, which were darting around, finally settled on the two-legged wyvern corpse floating in the stream.

As a giant serpent in the mortal world, hunger is always a constant companion. To satisfy his appetite, he has honed his culinary skills to a considerable degree.

"The night is still long, and we won't be able to get back to the camp anytime soon. Since we're just killing time anyway, why don't we grill something and chat while we eat?"

Samael took the initiative to start the conversation, getting up and dragging the wyvern's corpse onto the bank of the stream.

The ancient snake bent down and busied itself, skillfully breaking open its scales, removing the blood and dirt, removing the bones, selecting a few of the tenderest pieces of meat, skewering them on sharpened branches, and then burrowing into the jungle to retrieve a pile of berries that served as seasoning. It carefully crushed them and repeatedly smeared the juice onto the meat pieces.

Boudica, recalling someone's skill, became interested as well. She calmed herself, took a short sword, and stepped forward to help dismember the body and skewer the flesh.

With everything ready, Samael hummed a stirring and ethereal melody as he placed the skewers of meat over the fire to roast.

As time passed, the aroma of the food, mixed with the spiciness of the seasonings, permeated the air. The ancient snake picked up the first skewer of grilled meat that was cooked through, carefully blew on it, and then glanced with a smile at Boudica, who was lightly licking her cherry lips and looking quite tempted.

"Here, have a taste..."

Perhaps attracted by the aroma of the food, or perhaps moved by the warm smile on Samael's face, Boudica put aside her reserve and embarrassment, then picked up the skewer, tore off a strip of meat from the slightly hot piece with her pearly teeth, and chewed it carefully.

Instantly, juices overflowed, and the spices that removed the fishy smell blended with the meat flavor, bursting on the taste buds and making it irresistible.

Boudica's appetite was whetted, and she began tearing off pieces of meat from the skewers, chewing and swallowing them with such speed that Samael was somewhat taken aback.

However, having diners with good appetites gives one more motivation to cook, and Samael generously handed the grilled meat skewers to the Celtic queen who was enjoying her meal.

In just a few dozen breaths, 70% of the 40 to 50 pounds of tender flesh cut from the wyvern went into Boudica's flat stomach.

The Celtic Queen's pink tongue swirled, her lips parted slightly in gasps, her red lips were luscious, yet her face, flushed from the spiciness, still revealed a hint of lingering enjoyment.

Wow! That appetite is definitely a tradition of Celtic royalty!

Perhaps Britain already has a "royal successor".

Samael chuckled inwardly, casually handing Boudica two cool mint leaves and instructing her to chew them to remove the lingering greasiness of the meat.

"The meat of the wyvern is too coarse and difficult to digest. This place is backed by jungle and in front of a stream, making it easy to find what we need. How about we eat something else to cleanse our system? Come and lend a hand?"

"it is good!"

Boudica nodded instinctively, without the slightest hesitation.

"This humid environment is perfect for matsutake mushrooms and wood ear mushrooms, both of which are culinary treasures. Look, those are some wild vegetables I've tried; a combination of meat and vegetables makes them even more flavorful..."

The two squatted down in the grass, one in front of the other, searching for emerging fungi and edible plants, their joy increasing with each surprising discovery.

With the auxiliary ingredients ready, the main dish can be cooked, featuring not only wild rabbits running around in the mountains but also silly-looking fish, a complete feast of delicacies from land and sea.

Although tableware made from wood and stone may not be convenient or exquisite, it has a unique natural charm.

Of course, what's even more captivating is the scenery that occasionally spills out as a certain Celtic queen strides and leaps about.

As for getting clothes, how can you run back if you haven't eaten your fill, right?

Samael winked and chuckled inwardly, his wandering gaze taking the opportunity to glance at Samael a few more times.

"Previously, the meat of the wyvern was coarse and thick, so it needed to be sliced ​​thinly and grilled over low heat. But now, with mushroom soup, rabbit meat, and grilled fish, we need to pay attention to maintaining the overall flavor..."

Beside the fire, Samael turned over the browned rabbit meat and grilled fish while adjusting the flavor of the mushroom soup, gesturing to Boudica, who was eager to try it.

"Add spicy berries..."

Upon hearing this command, the Celtic queen, who was eager to learn the technique, perked up. She carefully crushed the crimson berries she was holding and spread them on the surface of the rabbit meat and grilled fish. Gazing at the sizzling red oil on the brownish-brown caramelized layer, both of them couldn't help but salivate.

Just as the rich aroma filled the air and the two were about to start eating, a rustling sound came from across the stream, and a tall figure walked onto the bank like a ghost.

The girl, holding a seven-colored longsword and wearing a light veil, had long, flowing, silver-white hair that reached her waist, and dark brown skin that exuded a sense of sunshine and athleticism.

The simple and neat white short skirt and the tight-fitting bra that barely covered her breasts accentuated the girl's natural beauty, while the star emblem that seemed to shimmer in the darkness added a touch of mystery to her.

The elite soldier Saifalu has been transformed into Attila, the Hunnic king!

Boudica's pupils contracted sharply, and he instinctively drew his short sword used for cutting flesh, assuming a defensive stance.

The indifferent silver-haired girl by the stream waded across, arriving uninvited.

As the distance closed in, the atmosphere between the two sides became tense and oppressive. Finally, Attila stood in front of the fire, staring blankly at the flickering flames, facing off against Samael and Boudica.

"Gulu..."

Just as the tension between them was about to break, Attila's throat moved, and a suspicious sound followed.

"Snapped!"

Samael grabbed Boudica, who was about to draw his sword in his excitement, turned his head slowly, faced the infamous villain, and forced a smile.

"How about we eat something?"

"The enemy must be annihilated..."

The Xiongnu king frowned slightly and began to ponder.

"We weren't enemies before the battle started. Since we weren't enemies, there was no need to fight. Besides, how can we have the strength to fight if we're not well-fed, right?"

Samael casually made up a story, smiling as he handed over a roasted rabbit leg that was crispy on the outside and tender on the inside.

"Hmm, that makes sense!"

Attila sniffed, quite tempted. She tilted her head to look at the two of them, hesitated for a moment, then took the skewer, sat down, and nodded seriously.

Immediately, the Xiongnu king clenched his teeth, tore off a strip of meat, and swallowed it whole. After tasting it, his gaze gleamed as he looked at the many skewers on the fire.

Meanwhile, Samael eagerly offered Attila roasted meat, watching her cheeks puff out as she ate with gusto like a hamster, a sinister smile spreading across his face.

Haha, so easily fooled by the remnant incarnation of the Star Trek Vanguard? I could trick this kind of person into bed... cough cough... I could fool this kind of person eight times over!

It's time to show the real technology!

Chapter 30 The Domestication Process from Wolf to Dog (3/4)

As the crescent moon waned in the west, the flames died down, leaving only a faint, dark red glow. The ground was a scene of utter devastation, with the two-legged dragon reduced to a bare, white skeleton, its remains scattered haphazardly around it.

The silver-haired girl, true to her previous indifference, leaned lazily against the tree trunk, her still flat stomach carrying an unimaginable weight. One could even faintly hear the gurgling sound of the mushroom soup flowing, her bangs fluttering in the breeze.

"How does it feel?"

Samael leaned against the tree trunk, picking his teeth and chuckling, before offering a few mint leaves to the white-haired girl to cleanse her mouth.