Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

"boom!"

Caught off guard, Samael saw stars before his eyes, his hands slipped, and he fell backward to the ground.

Hmph! What a frivolous man! Even if he's impatient, he shouldn't treat a lady like that!

The fox landed lightly, grinding its white, sharp teeth in resentment, and glared resentfully at the man lying in the cabin.

Wait, did I hit him too hard and kill him? After all, he saved me from the sea.

Immediately, the little guy's heart tightened, and he quickly jumped onto Samael's chest to listen closely.

The pounding heartbeat made the fox breathe a slight sigh of relief. In an instant, it rolled its eyes inward, moved closer to the man, and showed him its little paws. It patted the cheek of the perpetrator with a hint of annoyance. A layer of blue light spread from between its paws and seeped into the man's body.

Samael slowly woke up, and couldn't help but touch his cheek, which had been scratched with several bloody marks, muttering resentfully.

"If you don't want me to look, then don't. Why scratch me like that? You used to really like being touched..."

The golden fox, which had jumped off the ancient snake, looked down at its furry paws and froze for a moment. Then, it hummed softly, took a step, turned around, and crawled into a quiet corner of the cabin, curling up into a ball and closing its eyes for a nap.

However, the hint of shame and indignation that lingered on the little guy gradually faded.

Under the faint glow of the fluorite, the ship swayed gently, sailing steadily on the sea. Samael glanced at a certain spot in the cabin without leaving a trace, his gaze wandering.

Yes, it's female...

The long night stretches on, and a lone boat sails on the vast, gloomy sea, inevitably bringing a sense of loneliness.

The ship's constant rocking made the golden fox, who was lying in the cabin, toss and turn, unable to fall asleep.

In the hazy light, a strong fragrance made the little guy, who wasn't very sleepy to begin with, perk up his ears instantly, and his golden eyes shone brightly.

Meat! It's meat!

The golden fox took a deep breath, closed its eyes in ecstasy, and became even more energetic and determined.

It's not fish or shrimp! It's not crab! It's not squid!

It's definitely beef, mutton, or chicken and duck!

Having drifted on the chaotic sea for who knows how long, she had almost forgotten what the carefully selected livestock and poultry of humans on land actually tasted like.

The little girl's eyes grew increasingly unfocused as she thought about it, and before she knew it, she had stepped out of the door, run onto the deck, and stood before the glowing charcoal stove, her eyes fixed on the sizzling, oily poultry thighs.

"Awake? Hungry? Here, this is for you, have something to eat first."

Samael noticed the little fellow standing in front of the fire, smiled and showed kindness, thoughtfully took a plate, cut up the poultry meat skewered on iron skewers, sprinkled it with cumin and pepper and other seasonings, and gave half to the new passenger.

The golden fox hesitated for a moment, but the moment the plate was pushed to its side, it couldn't wait to bury its head and devour the crispy-on-the-outside, tender-on-the-inside poultry.

The firm meat has a dried and smoky flavor, mostly because humans have performed preservation treatments to facilitate long-term storage.

Although not as tempting as fresh food, the fox on the deck, which was gnawing on the bones with a satisfying crunch, was clearly quite pleased with this simple dinner.

"Smoked lamb chops, wanna try some? When we left Eagle's Nest, that girl Jingmi insisted on giving me a huge piece."

Samael glanced at the fox, who was happily gnawing on a pile of chicken bones, and smiled as he took out a small lamb chop from behind him.

Lamb...

The fox, smelling the meat, raised its eyes intently and nodded repeatedly.

However, as soon as the little guy stepped forward, Samael immediately pulled the piece of tender mutton back, pointed to the scratch on the side of his cheek, and looked at the fox with annoyance.

"I kindly saved you and checked you out to see if you were injured, and you still scratched me? That's going too far."

"If you want to eat it, that's fine, but shouldn't you show some friendliness and let's call it a day?"

The ancient snake shook the smoked meat with one hand, stroked its chin and pondered for a moment. It seemed to have thought of something, and its eyes suddenly lit up.

"I don't ask for much, just a proper fox call would be fine, right?"

"Woo... Awooo..."

Upon hearing such a simple request, and tempted by the sumptuous meal, the golden fox readily agreed.

However, the moment she was born, her mouth was firmly pressed down by the man in front of her.

"No, that's not how a proper fox sounds!"

"?!"

The petite figure was momentarily stunned and bewildered. Had she been calling her by the wrong name all these years?

"Come on, don't rush, I'll teach you!"

Samael gently covered the slender body of the golden fox, stroking it softly and enthusiastically demonstrating.

"Follow my example: The Great Chu will rise, and Chen Sheng will be king!"

A solemn atmosphere permeated the air. The deep, dark eyes opposite him were teaching with unusual seriousness. The golden-haired fox, as if possessed, emitted a strange, ambiguous whimper, its animalistic vocal cords on a completely different wavelength.

"Mi...Migu?"

Chapter Ninety-Five: The Kidnapping Failure

Several days later, on the chaotic sea, a ray of sunlight pierced through the gray mist and shone on the surface of the calm, surging water.

Samael opened his eyelids a crack, slowly woke up, and then sat up in the cabin, stretching lazily. His right hand skillfully reached into the warm blankets and pulled the curled-up golden fox from his chest.

"I said, I've made the bed for you, can you please stop crawling into my blankets?"

The ancient snake picked up the little guy from behind, pointed to the simple little nest about two feet long in the corner of the wall, and reiterated helplessly.

"Migu?"

The little creature yawned lazily and replied in a tone characteristic of a serious fox, uttering cryptic syllables as if feigning ignorance.

As Samael got up and went to the deck to maintain course and check the magic circle, the golden fox skillfully crawled back into the still-warm bed, stretched his limbs, and comfortably continued to catch up on his sleep.

As for the little nest in the corner, well, she's not some silly dog ​​that only knows how to wag its tail, how could she possibly lower her quality of life?

When it comes to bedding, you should definitely choose the best. Those narrow and small things with just a few layers of cotton and cloth underneath will make your whole body ache every time you get up. It's not as comfortable as lying on a soft mattress.

Moreover, this kid gave her a strange sense of familiarity, as if she had come into contact with that land and those faces that occasionally appeared in her dreams.

Sleep until you naturally wake up, and eat until you are completely full.

As the rich aroma wafted into his nostrils, the golden fox, who had been lazing in bed and usurping the nest, was startled awake and jumped up, like a wound-up toy, always a dutiful cook who would arrive on time for every meal.

At this moment, the little guy, having received the signal, strode out of the cabin with his four short legs, dashed onto the deck, took out his small earthenware plate for his main meal and his bowl for soup, and lay down gracefully, waiting for the meal to begin.

Samael drew his dagger, sliced ​​off a small portion of the grilled steak, and gave it to the little guy.

The fox, which had been staring intently at the feeder, was greatly disappointed upon seeing this. Its golden eyes gazed resentfully at Samael, and a hazy, dreamlike quality began to permeate its vision.

As their eyes met, Samael felt a strong sense of guilt.

I'm such a terrible person. I just pulled off the covers and then ignored the fox. How could I be so cruel to such a cute little one when she's still growing...

Long body?

The ancient snake's hazy eyes flickered for a moment before regaining their clarity. It glanced at the golden fox, which had gained weight in just over ten days since boarding the ship, and expressionlessly took a bite out of the canine creature's plate, cutting off a third of the steak and ruthlessly confiscating it.

I think you're eating too much; you should lose weight.

The golden fox, having failed in its attempt to steal a chicken, was on the verge of tears. Only when the little guy reluctantly accepted the extra portion of fruit porridge poured into his bowl, which was more than usual, did he finally accept it.

Tch, what a stingy man.

The fox secretly grumbled to itself, but as the meal began, its aura changed, and it sat up with the air of a human. It picked up the knife and fork from the plate with its front paws, cut the meat into neat squares, and then elegantly put it into its mouth, savoring it slowly and deliberately.

Should one not sit if the mat is not straight, nor eat if the meat is not cut properly? Is such formality necessary for dining etiquette?

Samael, who was used to this, glanced at her and immediately buried her head in her food, the juices flowing between her lips and teeth, thoroughly enjoying herself.

The golden fox seemed quite patient during the meal, chewing slowly and taking a good half hour to finish.

The meat was completely consumed, leaving only seasonings and thyme and parsley as side dishes.

As soon as Samael took the plate away, the little fox happily uttered its usual "migu" sound, then comfortably curled up on the blanket, enjoying the afternoon sun.

Then, the ancient snake, having tossed the clutter to the puppets to handle, moved a chair over, sat down on the deck, and drank mead while maintaining the operation of the puppets on the ship.

The little fox glanced at Samael, who was sprawled out on the recliner basking in the sun, and simultaneously took a sip of chilled honey water, quite satisfied with his current life.

Based on our recent interactions and experiences, the person feeding us is someone who knows how to enjoy life.

Whether it's the pleasure of satisfying one's appetite or the lazy, laid-back attitude of being able to be lazy in one's spare time, both are compatible with her on certain levels.

After finishing the honey water, the fox looked at the golden liquid in the man's glass, its nostrils flaring, and its pink tongue curled up as it couldn't help but lick its lips.

"Want some? Okay, let's try..."

Samael noticed the fox's longing gaze, bent down, picked up the little creature's cup, and poured in his treasured mead.

However, there was only half a cup.

The fox looked down at the small amount of supplies pushed in front of it, its eyes showing a hint of disappointment.

Well, compared to my previous miserable experience of drinking seawater to my heart's content, being able to drink alcohol is already pretty good; it's better than nothing.

The little creature comforted itself, lowering its head to sip the amber-colored liquid in its glass. The subtle sweetness and slight spiciness, combined with the chilled taste, made the fox unable to stop. It quickly finished the mead, then couldn't help but lick its lips, its eyes lingering on the wine jug at the feeder's waist.

"want to?"

"Migu!"

"It's rare for someone to keep me company at sea and relieve my boredom. Well, consider it payment and take it as a gift."

Samael chuckled and shook his head, casually untiing the full wine jug and tossing it to the somewhat surprised golden fox beside him.

However, seemingly realizing that this act of eating and taking was a bit unethical, the fox hesitantly raised its paw, pointed at the feeder, and then at the wine jug on the ground.

"What should I do? Hehe, it's okay, I'm tired of drinking this stuff, and soon I'll probably be able to taste chilled wine."

Samael smiled, turned to look at the thinning mist, and murmured softly.

And not far away, amidst the layers of white waves, a horizon that seemed both familiar and unfamiliar came into view.

Finally, we arrived...

Samael slowly rose from the recliner, his heartbeat becoming increasingly erratic, and a strange feeling of trepidation at returning home flickered in his eyes.

Half an hour later, the boat docked at a relatively secluded shallow bay. Samael, who was traveling light, picked up the fox carrying the wine jug and jumped onto the soft sand.

However, after walking a distance through the bushes and approaching the roadside, Samael, sensing something, stopped and looked back at the grass after a rustling sound that had ceased, feeling quite annoyed.

The kidnapping attempt was a complete failure!

I knew it. People who have seen the world aren't so easily lured away by a few meals and decent treatment.

After all, they are thousand-year-old foxes. When they start playing with ghost stories, they become incredibly clever and cunning. It's hard to say who will be the one teasing whom.

Well, it's better to build a good relationship than to be filled with hatred.

Just as Samael was feeling lost and confused, his eyes suddenly narrowed sharply as he gazed at the large cloud of dust ahead, his expression cold and solemn.

There's movement ahead!

Chapter 96 Assassin's Creed

Boom!

With a dull roar, the boulder rolled down the mountain ridge, and the large, dark brown horse that was pulling at the front of the narrow road was unable to dodge in time. It was hit directly, its brains splattered, and its hooves buckled and collapsed.

The remaining two warhorses, startled, neighed and stomped backward, forcing the galloping carriage to a stop.

A group of bandits, shouting excitedly, descended from the hilltop and surrounded the carriage from both sides, which was trapped on the mountain road. Stone weights and javelins were thrown down along the way, hitting the stationary target repeatedly.

Mountain bandits, they deserve to die!

Sitting in front of the carriage, a tall, elegant yet spirited woman with long, dark brown hair, her expression changed slightly. She cursed under her breath, struggled to rein in the horses, and forcefully pulled them back from their erratic state. Then, she lifted her skirt, knelt down, and decisively drew her sword and shield from inside the carriage.

puff!

A flash of cold light appeared, and the bald bandit at the front coughed up blood. The man dropped his weapon in terror, clutched his wound, and gasped for breath, but he still couldn't stop the gushing blood from his neck.

As blood was lost, the bald bandit collapsed to the ground in no time, his face pale as he stopped convulsing.

Meanwhile, the woman with long, dark brown hair wielded her short sword with incredible skill, slashing and killing the bandits who were trying to grab the spoils.

A strong stench of blood filled the air. The hundred or so bandits who arrived later froze upon seeing the fierce woman in front of the carriage, slowing their pace and looking quite wary.

"Spartans! Boss, this woman is Spartan!"