Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

Moreover, based on past experience, in order to win smoothly, that commander of ten thousand troops has never been a respectable person.

The seven-day flood in Mesopotamia, the Greek exploratory guerrilla force...

Look at what he did; it's completely unlike anything a human would do.

Since the other side is this cunning old fox, they definitely won't give him the chance to quietly gather his men and concentrate his forces to rush to Thermopylae.

Inciting internal strife among the nobles of divine blood and bribing key officials in various city-states are minor tactics that, at most, only create some trouble for him.

Perhaps this latent plague is the greatest gift he left for Athens, and even for Greece.

Thinking of this, Samael's dark vertical pupils cracked with cross-shaped patterns, and as blue, red, and dark light flowed, he looked down at his feet. His vast divine will gathered into lines, like a filter, sifting through Mount Ares and even the entire city of Athens.

Finally, on his third search, Samael's gaze fell upon the outer port of Piraeus, located 8 kilometers southwest of Athens on the shore of the Gulf of Saronicos.

As the divine intent penetrated thousands of meters below the soil and water, the ancient serpent was astonished to discover mycelial parasites formed from clusters of black mist.

These things seep in like threads, spreading through the earth's veins to the outer urban areas surrounding Athens.

Moreover, they are as thin as hair, like hibernating snakes, lurking silently, and their existence is impossible to notice unless one searches for them deliberately.

But once it's detonated, it will be a catastrophe like a landslide or a tsunami, and it will be impossible to control.

There's a good chance that no sooner had he left than a disaster broke out in Athens, causing a huge uproar.

If this major epidemic were to break out during a critical period of stalemate between the two sides, the situation would be even more chaotic.

As expected, the methods were as vicious and insidious as ever.

Combining his foresight with his own, Samael made bold deductions and carefully verified them. After working through the night, he finally figured out the general outline of the matter. With his thoughts flowing, he told Helen about his findings in detail.

Upon learning this astonishing conclusion, Helen was somewhat incredulous. It took her a long time to gradually calm herself down and accept the reality, her eyes filled with deep worry.

"Don't worry, I firmly believe in the saying that crisis is an opportunity!"

Now that I have uncovered the Persian methods, this threat is no longer a threat; instead, it can be used to our advantage.

Samael stood up and gently patted Helen's shoulder, chuckling reassuringly. His deep, calm gaze inspired trust and drew people in.

"So, what are your plans?"

"Are you a follower of Artemis, favored by her, and granted the divine grace of purification and baptism?"

"It's only a preliminary understanding, but I'm afraid I can't eradicate the source of the disease beneath these strata on a large scale."

"It's okay, come with me to the play tomorrow!"

Helen nodded in agreement without hesitation and then added details with great flair.

"Her purifying power is often activated in the form of a bow and arrow, namely the 'Purifying Arrow.' If necessary, I need to prepare a bow inscribed with incantations to accompany the prayer bow of the Great Sacrifice."

“No problem, let’s just use Artemis’s artifact as a model. I’ve seen her thing before, copying it will be a piece of cake.”

Samael nodded and spoke, glancing at the most beautiful woman in Greece, who was seriously considering how to save Athens, and a strange feeling arose in his heart.

The warning to prevent the Great Plague of Athens came from the Spartans, who would later fight against Mount Ares—it was truly an unexpected turn of events.

Under the glowstone lamp, the ancient snake and Helen finalized the details and made some changes during their discussion.

When everything was ready, Samael looked up at the still quiet Gemini side hall, and his tense heartstrings relaxed.

It seems that the time spent was about the same. It appears that purging those noble bloodlines is more important than catching them in adultery.

If nothing unexpected happens, no one should be checking the dorms tonight.

So, how about... I sleep a little longer?

The ancient snake's gaze followed Helen's stunning face and delicate collarbone downwards, then lingered on her two long, shapely, and fair legs. It stroked its chin, deep in thought.

Chapter 136 A Flexible Moral Bottom Line

Inside the side hall, where the fluorite lamps flickered, just as Helen finished tidying up the mess in the room and was rearranging the disheveled bedding on the inside of the bed, a slight thud of a heavy pillow was heard.

The visibly weary and languid King had already leaned against the smooth outer side and closed his eyes.

Helen was slightly taken aback. Recalling her previous outrageous behavior, she felt uneasy and her expression became slightly embarrassed.

"Your Majesty, to avoid disturbing you, I'd rather stay the night with Geguo..."

"Don't bother me, I was sleeping quite well..."

Samael pressed down on Helen's fingers, shook his head slightly in refusal, and gave a casual reply.

Before……

The most beautiful woman in Greece paused her movement to get out of bed, looked at the sharply defined profile of the holy king, her eyes sparkling, and her knees slightly bent and flat.

"Having just survived an assassination attempt, we are now conducting a city-wide manhunt for those nobles of divine blood who are colluding with foreign powers. It's hard to guarantee they won't resort to desperate measures later tonight. Gogo is currently busy reporting, and given what has happened, I don't trust the defenses of Mount Ares. For your safety, we need to act together before the Great Sacrifice."

Samael's righteous and stern words, spoken with deep concern and earnestness, conveyed a profound sense of conviction.

He has his own moral bottom line when faced with temptation, otherwise he would have been tempted countless times. If he indulged himself blindly, he probably would have to hold onto the wall to walk.

Helen was slightly taken aback, her face flushed, and she looked somewhat awkward and embarrassed.

She had completely misunderstood the noble sentiments and flawless morality of this holy king.

However, just as the ashamed Greek beauty was about to straighten herself, she suddenly felt a weight on her knees, followed by a familiar pillow pressure on her flat thighs.

Helen looked down at the righteous "moral exemplar" beneath her.

"His Majesty……"

"It's too late, go to sleep..."

"Um……"

Clear and indistinct murmurs intertwined in response.

Helen smiled knowingly, raised her hand to extinguish the magic spell that kept the fluorite lamp running, and admired the head, which resembled a marble sculpture, for a long time by the moonlight. Without making any further moves, a happy smile appeared on her lips. Satisfied, she leaned against the headboard, closed her eyes, and drifted into a sweet dream.

In the darkness, the faint light in the half-open vertical pupil also went out, the slightly tense body relaxed, and the consciousness immediately fell into a soft slumber.

He certainly has a moral bottom line.

It's just that this thing is quite flexible.

The next day, early morning.

Pale golden sunlight streamed through the cracks in the windowpane, illuminating the bed. The blonde beauty, curled up on her side, exuded a captivating allure with her graceful curves and languid demeanor, like a delicate Persian cat.

As the light in the room shifted, the most beautiful woman in Greece slowly awoke. Looking around, she saw the empty bed and Gogo, who had sensed her movement and entered the room, and felt a little bewildered.

"What about Your Majesty?"

"Mount War God has many affairs to attend to, and many require his personal decisions, so I came to inform him. He left before dawn..."

Gogo shrugged and answered helplessly. Helen couldn't help but feel a little lost upon hearing this.

When the Spartan queen saw the disappointment on her blood relative's face, she leaned against the door, tapped her head, and seemed to remember something, casually adding something else.

"Oh, by the way, His Majesty Theseus didn't wake you up, saying he wanted you to sleep a little longer."

Helen was taken aback, looking at the silk quilt that had slipped off her shoulders, her face glowing with a bright light.

However, when Helen's gaze fell upon the hint of mockery on Gogo's face, she immediately understood and rolled her eyes in annoyance.

"Fine, you just know how to tease me!"

"It's clearly a matter between the two of you. Why did you leave Your Majesty Theseus behind, leaving me to stand guard at the door in the middle of the night, trying to curry favor with you?"

As Ge Guo hummed mischievously, she lifted the silk quilt, slipped her fingers and palms into the bedding, and after a moment of groping, found it dry and smooth. She withdrew her hand with a hint of regret, muttering to herself.

"Tch, after all that trouble all night, I really didn't do anything. Wasn't I just guarding the gate for nothing?"

When Helen realized what this junior had been checking, her pretty face flushed with embarrassment, and she slapped Geguo on the forehead.

"You talk too much!"

"What's the point of criticizing me now? You couldn't even seize the opportunity I gave you. Besides, it seems like you're happier not sleeping than you are sleeping."

While complaining, the Spartan queen's words also carried a hint of disappointment and frustration.

Helen smiled nonchalantly, cupped a handful of warm sunlight in her hand, a hint of satisfaction on her pretty face, and whispered something meaningful.

"That's because if you sleep now, you might only get to sleep once. If you sleep with someone later, it might be for a lifetime."

Gogo scratched her head, feeling a little lost and confused. She felt like her brain wasn't quite up to the task.

In fact, people's pursuit and yearning for beauty is innate and insatiable.

Compared to physical infidelity, which is easier to monitor and control, emotional infidelity is truly difficult to eradicate and prohibit.

Coincidentally, that Wang had a rather flexible moral bottom line and was very good at developing different functions in his close friends, teachers and students, rivals, and adopted daughters.

Then let's start by being friends...

Bathed in sunlight, Helen, wearing a laurel wreath, stands by the window, as if draped in a pale golden veil.

It possesses the innocence of a young girl, the allure of a noblewoman, the dignity of a virgin priestess, and the beauty and desire blessed by the god of love…

Although her every move, with her natural beauty, aroused men's desires, she didn't appear vulgar or offensive when you got closer.

In short, this attraction seems to be even greater than before; even Geguo, a woman, couldn't help but be somewhat mesmerized after staring at it for a while.

At the same time, Samael, who was sitting at his desk, suddenly felt a chill and sneezed loudly.

In an instant, the scratching sound of pens moving across the desks in the main hall abruptly stopped, and a series of ambiguous gazes lingered on him. The strange and stagnant atmosphere made Samael's heart skip a beat, his thighs cramp, and he had an urge to run out the door immediately.

"Caught a chill? How about trying my secret ginger tea to warm you up and make you sweat?"

Before anyone knew it, Tamamo-no-Mae emerged from the kitchen, carrying a bowl of steaming, dark yellow soup. She placed it on the table of the ancient snake, raising the corners of her lips and breaking the tense atmosphere.

"Samael, in the previous research at the Academy of Athens, a doctor named Hippocrates in the Department of Medicine suggested that boiling willow bark in water seems to be quite effective. Would you like to give it a try?"

"If you ask me, you should fight me. Let's get the blood and energy flowing in your body. Then no disease or evil can erode a warrior's well-trained body!"

Anna, who was nearby, and Scáthach, who was leaning against the door, one proposed Greek medicine and the other advocated martial arts training.

“Lord Samael, I’ve learned some herbalism from the local Celtic druids. Why don’t I give it a try?”

"I know! I know! Mead! If you're cold, drinking more will warm you up and make you feel nice and comfortable! Why don't we have a party!"

Subsequently, strategies such as Brunhilde's Britannic remedies and the energetic Valkyrie Hilde's drinking to warm up were also introduced.

"Cough, don't worry, I'm all better!"

Samael forced a warm smile, patted his chest forcefully, and solemnly assured them.

With the argument over, the hall fell silent once more, broken only by the rhythmic rustling sound.

The gaze, as cold as frozen snow, finally withdrew with satisfaction, turning its gaze to the documents on the table before it, where it frowned as it reviewed them.

Samael, who had previously been the center of attention, now sat alone at his desk again, staring at the empty surface. After wiping away a bead of sweat, he couldn't help but steal glances around, rubbing his chin as he fell into deep thought.

Something's not right with them...

Chapter 137 Samael: Smells Good and Tastes Good

Inside the main hall, the hastily assembled power structure of the War God Mountain was operating smoothly.

Scáthach and Skadi were responsible for military preparations, one focusing on external affairs and the other on internal affairs, with a clear division of labor.

The Queen of the Land of Shadows is responsible for external affairs, including the integration and coordination of various armies from Northern Europe, Greece, and the Amazons at the port of Icarus, and for preparing various supplies for the Third Greco-Persian War.

Having lived in Athens for several months and rescued the naval commander who was about to be exiled, Scáthach has considerable influence and understanding of the military, and she is adept at integrating and connecting various teams.

The goddess of winter reorganized the Athenian academies, quelled the rebellion of the divine nobles, and maintained order in Athens with the Valkyrie legions as the main force, suppressing the counterattacks of some rebels.

Anyway, she wasn't familiar with these Greeks, so she didn't hold back when she started fighting. Following the order of their allegiance, she killed those who needed to be killed and arrested those who needed to be arrested. With a series of swift and decisive actions, she quickly cleared up the situation.

Anna smoothed out the politics, using her familiarity with the entrenched forces on Mount Ares to clean up the troubles in the Athenian political system, and selected a suitable descendant of the gods to fill the void left by the Great Purge.

However, because Anna's spirit possession was not perfect and she was not good at management, she inevitably had some oversights in her thinking.

Surprisingly, a secretary with pink hair and a casual uniform nearby perfectly compensated for these shortcomings. Every time she spoke, her seemingly casual reminders always hit the nail on the head and solved the problem.

Moreover, this vixen-like secretary was also responsible for relaying information, integrating documents, and moving between the desks in the hall. Her discussions with each person in charge complemented each other perfectly, acting as a lubricant that ensured the smooth operation of the newly formed power structure.

On the contrary, the once all-encompassing and indispensable Holy King is now completely useless. He sits at the table, looking at the tea and pastries served by the Valkyries and the temporary rest area set up behind him, and can't help but feel a little lost.

Something is wrong, something is wrong...

Since sneaking in, none of the women had paid him any attention. Even Skadi, who caught him in the act, only gave him a lukewarm look before continuing to handle her business, as if the exposure of their affair the night before was just an illusion.