Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

The witch raised an eyebrow and couldn't help but snort, but she didn't withdraw her fingers; instead, she spoke with disdain.

"I want shaved ice."

"Uh, in the middle of winter..."

"I want to eat!"

"Okay, I'll make it for you..."

Under the orders of "Her Majesty the Queen," Samael succumbed and had no choice but to agree, secretly grumbling to himself.

Who's really being childish?

Chapter 80 He could be handcuffed, truly he could be handcuffed (4.4k)

"So, your view is that the rumors circulating in the streets are deliberately spread by someone?"

"Otherwise what? The timing of its appearance is too perfect."

In the pavilion, Samael picked up the fruit shaved ice he had made, sprinkled it with icing sugar and honey, and handed it to Morgan. As the two chatted, a cold smile appeared on the corner of the ancient snake's mouth.

"It seems that the proposals made by those lords of the Southern Territory at the Round Table Conference were not simply aimed at you. I'm afraid that long before they entered the palace, these people had already formed a community of interests and wanted to conspire to attack the Nameless Forest. The words outside were just a means to incite public opinion and manipulate public opinion, and that Lion King and the Knights of the Round Table were the swords in their hands."

"It's just a rumor. Don't Artoria and the Knights of the Round Table have even this much judgment?"

"Fairies are the source of calamity. If one person says it, it's called a 'rumor,' but if a group of people say it, it's called a 'fact.' You never know, the noble king and the upright knight might fall for it."

Samael remained calm and mocking in the face of Morgan's questioning.

The saying goes, "Three men can make a tiger," and "Many mouths can melt metal." Throughout history, many rumors have been more pervasive than the truth.

Morgan frowned as he recalled the nobles at the round table advocating for war against the Nameless Forest.

"The war between the North and South has just ended. What good would it do them to stir up conflict between humans and fairies again?"

"The benefits are enormous. Didn't you see how crazy those fairies were bidding at the auction? Those little ones are rolling in money. Since ancient times, wealth has been a powerful motivator. Not to mention the wealth accumulated by the Nameless Forest over thousands of years, these fairies themselves are a considerable asset. After this deal, it will be enough to keep the lords of the Southern Territory so rich they can barely walk."

Samael rolled his eyes and told his employer about the fairy's current situation in a rather irritating manner.

Some words apply not only to capital, but also to the greedy human heart.

With a 50% profit, some people will be willing to take risks; with a 100% profit, some people will dare to trample on all human laws; with a 300% profit, some people will dare to commit any crime, even risking the gallows.

Moreover, this deal is incredibly lucrative. These lords have probably coveted the goblins' treasures for generations, but they just haven't had the right opportunity yet.

Now, having survived the brutal wars, Britain has plenty of elite troops and capable generals.

Moreover, with King Vortigern fallen, there was no longer a target to draw fire, so the wicked thoughts of these southern lords inevitably began to stir.

The king's wool is too good to pass up; why not take advantage of it?

Samael had a very thorough understanding of what these guys were thinking.

There's a proverb in the Old Testament of the Bible that says, "There's nothing new under the sun." He's been involved in politics for thousands of years, so even if he wasn't a natural-born political talent, he could still guess the general idea just by accumulating experience.

Morgan's face was full of murderous intent, and he couldn't help but frown and snort coldly.

"To drag the whole of Britain into the quagmire of war for one's own selfish desires is utterly despicable!"

"There's no way around it. In a group society, the minority often determines the fate of the majority. That's what politics is all about."

Samael shrugged and shook his head helplessly, but then the ancient snake added a word with a faint smile to comfort him.

"Alright, there's no need to worry too much. Not all the Knights of the Round Table are pro-war. Didn't Kai already reject them? No matter how unruly the fairies are, they're not pushovers. Without the Lion King and the Knights of the Round Table backing them up, let these lords' minions try to attack the six major clans on their own. They'll be beaten to a pulp."

Besides, I'm not familiar with them. Even if the Round Table joins in, if the two sides start fighting, at most I can send a message to Murlian and Aurora, or save their lives at a critical moment. That would be more than enough.

The rest is none of his business.

The ancient serpent secretly grumbled to himself, thinking that this wasn't some world-ending crisis that required everyone to work together to overcome, and he had no interest in being a babysitter for humans and fairies.

As he was about to end this unpleasant topic, Samael glanced at the little ones playing in the yard, frowned, and gave a stern reminder.

"However, just to be on the safe side, we should keep Bawanshi and the others out as little as possible recently, so as not to cause trouble and give those lords in the southern border an excuse."

"Okay, I'll remind them of these things."

Morgan nodded in agreement, then her eyes, hidden beneath the veil, gazed intently at her nominal husband across from her.

"I'm hungry."

"Alright, Your Majesty Morgan, please eat first. I'll go and tell Freya to prepare."

This earnest gesture caused Samael, who had only drunk half of his tea, to raise his hands in surrender and immediately get up and run away.

Soon, it was lunch time.

As the glowing charcoal fire ignited, the bone broth that Freya had prepared in advance rippled slightly in the pot, and a rich aroma gradually wafted out.

The guests at the banquet eagerly prepared their sliced ​​lamb rolls, beef rolls, and vegetables, along with their sauces, holding large and small bowls, and waited expectantly for the soup to boil.

Samael glanced at Morgan, who was still munching on fruit shaved ice next to him, shook his head, and muttered to himself.

Winter is almost here, and with this gloomy, cold weather in the British Isles, it's more suitable to have some hot pot to nourish ourselves. Anyway, he wouldn't do anything childish.

Women are truly a difficult subject to understand.

Then, the ancient snake looked at the dipping sauce in its small bowl, which was covered with a layer of bright red oil, and looked quite pleased.

It was a pleasant surprise to find chili peppers in Britain.

But thinking about it, it makes sense. During the War of the Covenant, the nine generations of gods came together, then broke apart and intertwined. It's not surprising that we could see American seasonings in Britain.

Therefore, Quetzalcoatl is the best!

And, hallelujah!

Samael jokingly made the sign of the cross in his mind, pretending to mourn his old rival who had vanished without a trace, his expression surprisingly sincere.

To be honest, the God who has already returned to heaven has done a great deed without anyone noticing, and he certainly deserves praise.

After all, the person was already dead, and Samael was always generous with his praise for the dead enemy.

Moreover, chili peppers were a minor matter. Britain's Dark Ages saw nearly a century of fighting, and since the Age of Gods had not subsided on this land, the intensity of the war was unimaginable; all sides fought to the death.

Even so, the Celts did not die out or live in misery; they continued to thrive and prosper.

Ultimately, it was all because potatoes from America were brought to the table and fed more than 70% of the Celts.

Even in the worst year, when the crops on the ground are ruined, the affected people can still find food in the soil. They rely on the stems and tubers of these plants, which, like wild grass, grow tenaciously and survive until the following spring.

The ancient serpent sighed inwardly, its gaze deep and its thoughts far-reaching.

The world follows the rule of destruction before construction.

The three storms, the seven-day plague, and the dark tide of Mesopotamia receded, leaving behind more fertile land in the Tigris and bringing life to the underworld.

After the cataclysmic defeat of the Greeks and the Trojan War, glory belonged to Athens, and greatness to Rome.

The last Covenant War, which involved three days of destruction and three days of creation, unknowingly opened up the nine closed worlds, leading to an increase in species and cultural exchange, which allowed humanity to rise.

Presumably, as time goes by, humanity will gradually develop the uses of these gifts, leading to a leap forward in the quality of life and the creation of a human civilization on Earth that is no less impressive than that of the divine age.

Samael looked up at the gloomy British sky, then glanced at Morgan beside him, who kept saying he was hungry but was still struggling with his shaved ice, and murmured with a faint smile.

Therefore, after the rain comes the sunshine.

"Samael, you eat first!"

Just as the ancient snake was stunned, three chicken wings brushed with honey and sauce were placed in front of him, along with a pair of scattered blue hairs and an expectant and eager little face.

"Okay, I'll taste it and check the heat."

Samael gently stroked Freya's head, smiled as he took the chicken wings, and after carefully tasting them, he praised the little girl's cooking skills, which made the innocent child blush and enthusiastically prepare the side dishes.

Now, thanks to her outstanding learning ability and talent, Freya has been promoted to the position of the group's full-time cook, taking on almost all the preparation of three meals a day.

To avoid making the hot pot too monotonous, the girl also set up some marinated poultry on the charcoal fire, skewering and turning it. As the oil dripped down, the meat had already turned a slightly brownish color, making it look very tempting.

Samael had no intention of interfering and sat quietly with Morgan and the others, waiting for the cook to feed them.

To be honest, Samael was self-aware enough to know that his cooking skills in the future era were only at a homely level. It was just that he had knowledge that far surpassed the times and had gradually gained experience through practice over the long years.

Therefore, he prefers to teach people how to cook rather than doing everything himself and showing off his culinary skills.

Of course, if you encounter someone who is particularly clumsy or even lazier than him, you have to do it even if you don't want to.

Here, I'd like to specifically criticize a certain "Goddess of Winter" who is not good at using fire and has frozen and ruined more than a dozen pots.

There's also a wise goddess who can turn cooking into a periodic table and transform her stove into an alchemical scene.

And then there are the goddesses of heaven and earth, who only know how to eat but not how to work, and whose hands tremble at crucial moments.

These are all people who should absolutely not enter the kitchen. Gu She's improved cooking skills are all thanks to being forced into it by these women.

After a few lighthearted reminiscences, the bone broth in the pot was boiling. Mushrooms, red dates, ginger slices, and other ingredients rippled with the water. Before Samael could speak, the little ones exchanged glances and simultaneously shifted their bodies, trying to secure a good spot for the meal.

In an instant, Melusin, whose dragon wings had spread out, landed first in Samael's arms and sat on the lap of her caretaker. Bavanshi, taking advantage of her hooves, bumped into Morgan's arms, raising her eyebrows in a show of pleasure.

Habertrot, Bagst, and Freya, who were too slow to act, could only sit on the sidelines, looking enviously at the victor who had taken possession of humanity.

Samael and Morgan were used to this closeness and simply let it be, like parents coaxing a child to eat.

Well, on another note, the three fairy knights present—Bagust, Bavanshi, and Melusin—who were born from the calamity, all seem to be less than a year old…

So, parents are right to comfort their children.

Not even a year old...

Samael glanced at a "child" next to him who was 1.9 meters tall with a voluptuous chest, and couldn't help but twitch his lips.

This appearance is too precocious and too daring.

After muttering to himself for a while, just as Samael was about to start eating, a figure scaled the wall and landed in front of everyone.

"What smells so good? Hurry, I'm starving! Little Freya, right? Could you please get me a set of cutlery?"

Kai casually moved a stone bench and sat down, grinning broadly as he made a request to the fairy cook beside him.

"What...what kind of sauce do you want?"

"Just like him, and also add more minced garlic and chopped parsley."

The little girl subconsciously stood up and asked, and Kai answered casually.

"A Knight of the Round Table, the Lion King's sworn brother, trying to climb over walls like others? Can't you knock before you go?"

Looking at this bastard who arrived right on time for a meal, Samael's face darkened, and he gritted his teeth and snorted coldly.

“I knocked, but no one answered, so I was a little worried about you and came in to check on you. Luckily you're all okay.”

Kai blinked, looked sincerely at Samael, his face full of worry and lingering fear, perfectly portraying the change in his emotions from relief to relief.

The ancient snake, who was already familiar with this guy, responded with a cold laugh.

"Keep making things up! Even a chain store can't stop you from coming over for a free meal, huh?"

"Oh, don't say such unpleasant things. I brought a gift."

Kai, whose true purpose had been exposed, showed no remorse and smiled as he brought a bottle of vintage wine to the table. He also distributed some snacks to the little girls in the courtyard. After this process, Samael couldn't very well kick them out, and the little imps, who had been looking unfriendly, gradually softened their expressions.

"You've even become an expert at mooching meals. Doesn't Camelot have a kitchen? If all else fails, go bother your old man, Sir Hector. Why do you always eat my rice?"

Samael couldn't help but roll his eyes at the shameless Kai.

Kai's face fell, and his eyes filled with resentment.

"Recently, Gao Wen has been on duty..."

"..."

Recalling the nightmarish court banquet, Samael fell silent, handing the cutlery from Freya to Kai, and taking the opportunity to observe a moment of silence for the round tables that had dined at the palace that day.

It must be said that Kai, who is generally well-liked among the Knights of the Round Table, is a natural socialite. With a few jokes, he not only successfully warmed up the atmosphere, but also managed to chat with the troublesome little fairies of the coming year.

Even Morgan, who held a different stance, did not harbor much ill will or aversion towards Artoria's sworn brother.

Samael seemed to have returned to the past when he was drinking and chatting with his friends. The ancient serpent vaguely saw Jason's shadow in this guy.

However, there are still obvious differences between the two. You can see it from the details. Kay appears lazy and sarcastic, but he is actually calm and composed, thoughtful, and good at interpersonal relationships. Jason, on the other hand, is purely an intuitive warm-up type. He does many things according to his preferences and temperament, and he can easily let himself go and go astray if he is not careful.

So the consequences are quite extreme: people who like him really like him, and people who hate him really hate him.

Both sides have their advantages and disadvantages, but to be honest, in ordinary interactions, he still feels better about being with Kai.

And this freeloader, who was indeed just there for a meal, didn't mention the unpleasantness of the round table meeting at all. While stuffing himself with food, he complained about how Gawain the gorilla had tormented him, and at the same time, he praised little Freya's cooking skills, making the busy cook fairy even more embarrassed.