Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

Samael, who was pushed back onto the bed, coughed and pondered, his gaze wandering.

"Ahem, can't we talk about this tomorrow?"

"Let's do it tonight,"

Morgan, like a queen reigning supreme, gazed at her prey in her palm, a slight smile playing on her lips in the cool moonlight.

"It's time for you to fulfill your duties, my dear husband."

Immediately, the intricate blue-black ribbon slid off, revealing a naturally carved piece of mutton-fat jade. Bathed in moonlight, it appeared before Samael's eyes, displaying breathtaking undulations and textures.

"Have a child for me..."

The witch murmured, her figure drooping, like an aggressive lion embarking on a pilgrimage across her territory, preparing to leave her claw marks as a brand on the snake swamp that had never been set foot in before.

The two sides are interdependent, and everything will fall into place naturally.

As the noise subsided, Samael gazed at the figure sleeping peacefully like a begonia in his arms, and a surge of restlessness rose within him once more.

Soon, after only a brief pause, a new storm was already brewing.

"This time, let me serve you, Your Majesty."

As the ancient serpent murmured, its vertical pupils, opening and closing, gleamed eerily in the darkness, like a giant python vying for territorial dominance, coiling around the majestic lion, then instantly flipping it over and reclaiming the initiative.

"Then I entrust this matter to you, Lord Samael..."

A cold, deep voice came from below, like that of a king issuing a command, while his deep eyes flickered with golden-green flames in the darkness, and his long silver hair, now like golden ears of wheat, shone even brighter and more conspicuous.

Meanwhile, a single, upright, golden-yellow hair, like oats in a field, sways in the wind.

This is none other than the Lion King who reigns supreme over Camelot!

In an instant, Samael's pupils contracted sharply, and his body stiffened.

However, in an instant, the ancient serpent's face turned sinister, its clenched teeth grinding together. With a slap, the majestic and solemn Lion King on the bed instantly transformed into purplish-red petals, which fluttered and scattered until they vanished into nothingness.

In an instant, the scene before him distorted and changed. Samael was still lying in bed, the doors and windows were still closed and locked, and a white-haired older woman was sitting on the edge of the bed, stroking her smooth chin, looking at a male actor from a live adult film with great interest, her words full of mockery.

"This is a nice gift for us tonight. Looks like you had a lot of fun."

"Merry! You damn liar, are you asking for a beating again?!"

Samael gritted his teeth and snorted coldly, his eyes sinister and his expression unfriendly.

"Tsk tsk, don't be so fierce. Honestly, isn't it touching to have your dream come true? Doesn't it make you want to cry? But you're welcome. I'm a kind person who's always happy to help others!"

With a grin, Mary raised her elbow and nudged the victim who had just sat up in bed.

Samael's brows furrowed with a murderous aura as he glanced at the nightmare demon who spent all day teasing him and doing nothing productive, and coldly questioned it.

"When did you escape from the stone statue?"

"Ah, let me think..."

Meryl raised her index finger, tilted her beautiful face up, and murmured to herself as she pondered.

"Was it the day you had dinner with the Lion King and almost got into a fight? Or the day you wreaked havoc in the palace and single-handedly took on most of the Knights of the Round Table? Or perhaps the day you and those little guys killed people in the alley to cover your tracks? Oh dear, I can't remember."

"Okay, stop talking!"

Samael's facial muscles twitched slightly, and he raised his hand to shut this scumbag woman up.

Nonsense about not remembering. She knows everything about how she dealt with the pursuers. This woman probably found a way to escape the moment Morgan cast the curse on her.

Ordinary petrification magic powder couldn't contain this elusive nightmare at all.

Now, the ancient snake can finally empathize with Morgan's assessment of Merry.

Mary is the nightmare itself. No matter how many times you kill her, she'll always find a way to pop up again, constantly bringing you terrible memories. So... the only solution is to lock her up. The important thing is, you absolutely cannot get close to her afterward. Otherwise, you'll be deceived by her masterful rhetoric again.

Damn it, that scumbag woman just now imitated Morgan and Artoria's words and actions perfectly, and even took advantage of the information gap she had. She definitely deserves an Oscar.

"So, all these days, you've been doing absolutely nothing but hiding in the shadows, watching the show and having a good time?"

Realizing that his recent, increasingly intimate interactions with Morgan had become a soap opera in Meryl's eyes, the veins on Gu She's forehead bulged.

"Not entirely, at least I applauded you guys."

Mary blinked and answered with a smile, showing no remorse whatsoever.

"Besides, I have a carefully prepared gift for you. How was my performance? I rehearsed for a long time in secret so that you would have a good experience."

As he spoke, the Dream Demon smacked his lips with a look of lingering enjoyment, as if savoring the rare moment of entertainment.

Then, Mary pointed to the crescent moon hanging in the sky outside the window, her fingertips lightly touching her lips, and her dreamy, purplish-red eyes revealed a hint of allure.

"By the way, it's still early. Would you like to continue experiencing the Lion King's service?"

"An experience, right? Great!"

A chilling whisper came from beside Mary's ear, like the hissing of a snake.

The next moment, the white-haired older sister by the bed was restrained by an arm like an iron clamp and thrown backwards onto the bed.

Under the moonlight, the snake that rose and looked down arrogantly had flames from hell burning in its vertical pupils. Its body, blocking the bed, cast a dark shadow like a monster, as if it wanted to swallow the whole world.

Chapter 84 The Old Master's Foundation

"Why did you stop? Keep going..."

Hours later, the teasing whisper in her ear blew warm air into her ear canal, which was incredibly alluring.

However, Samael expressionlessly pried open the pair of slender arms wrapped around his neck, and looked at the white-haired older sister on the bed with seductive eyes and shameless words. He remained as still as an old monk in meditation.

"What's wrong? Don't you like this type? Shall I choose another one?"

Amidst laughter, the figure sitting at the table drinking tea snapped their fingers, and the white-haired older sister on the bed instantly transformed into a cold and aloof lion king under a distorted purple light.

“Lord Samael, the world should be in my hands, including my sister’s treasures. I command you to offer me everything in this courtyard, next to my sister’s!”

Samael casually dispelled the illusion before him, remaining unmoved.

"Don't like this ambiance? No problem, how about we try this instead?"

Meryl blinked, her eyes sparkling. The shattered light in front of Samael materialized into two figures, one blue-black and the other gold-white.

"Artoria, my dear sister, you have finally fallen into my hands."

The witch, her face cold and expressionless, tightly bound the Lion King's wrist with her left hand, suspending him from a corner of the bed curtains. The goddess, dressed in very revealing clothing, sat cross-legged in a classic posture of defeat and humiliation.

“Samael, my husband, what are you waiting for? Whether it’s victory or this spoils, we should share them together tonight.”

Morgan circled around behind Artoria, her face strikingly similar, and pressed her cheek against the captured Knight King from the side in a highly provocative gesture, reenacting the famous scene of a witch causing a goddess to fall.

Even with the two sisters entangled on either side, the ancient snake remained as straight as a wooden stake, without the slightest reaction.

"Tsk, still not satisfied? You're really greedy. How about trying these?"

Meli was unusually troubled, but then her eyes darted around, and the shifting light and shadow successively outlined Tiamat and Ishtar, mother and daughter Ereshkigal, sitting close together; Themis and Athena, aunt and niece, waiting to play chess; the three Gorgon sisters, one big and two small, entangled with each other; Scáthach, the Queen of the Land of Shadows, and Skadi, the Goddess of Winter, snuggling together; and the Argonauts' female confidantes gathered together in joy.

Furthermore, the bizarre and fantastical scenes around them increasingly pushed the boundaries of what is permissible.

Even Helen of Greece, Hassan of the Temple of the Evening Bell, Queen Boudica of Britain, the three Hilde sisters, and the Valkyrie Brunhilde all squeezed into his bed.

But no matter how the surrounding scenery changed, Samael's eyes remained fixed on the white-haired older sister drinking tea and giving out treats at the table, his gaze filled with an indescribable sense of frustration and depression.

"Oh dear, do I have to personally intervene? I consider you a partner, and you actually want to attack me!"

Meili was on the verge of tears, and sadly touched her chest.

However, after only a few words, the woman blinked her intrigued purple eyes and revealed her true colors.

"It's not impossible, tell me quickly, what's your favorite position? I'll get ready."

"Get out! You slut, stay away from me from now on!"

When confronted by a con artist who was actively pursuing him, Samael's forehead veins bulged. He grabbed her wrist and, cursing, threw her out the window.

"Tsk tsk, treating a lady so roughly is going too far."

However, as the air seemed to distort, the white-haired woman who had complained about the man's rudeness remained seated, her long legs crossed, drinking tea.

"Get lost! Stop pretending. I'm no knight, and you're no lady!"

Samael, standing by the bed, grumbled irritably, having completely given up on the idea of ​​physically re-educating this wretched woman.

The nightmare demon is essentially a slippery spiritual entity. It not only weaves vivid clones from fragments of dreams, but physical stimulation is completely ineffective against it.

So no matter what he did just now, even if he used a whole set of Tokyo Hot Fan accounts, it was the same as using a bunch of dolls that Meryl had stuffed over to perform an intense action movie for this scumbag woman, bringing her plenty of fun.

No, that's not right!

The actual user experience is not as reliable as using a doll. At least you can choose a more private environment to relax and feel good. Instead, you are being watched like livestock for breeding, with comments that raise your blood pressure.

Samael grumbled with a gloomy expression, his face gradually turning as black as the bottom of a pot.

"Really, won't you consider it? Big sister, I'm available."

Mary still tried to sell herself out of resentment, like a neglected woman, but deep in her purple eyes, there was as always a wicked sense of humor that made people want to stay away.

"If you utter another word, I'll enshrine you in a stone statue! If you want to experience what Morgan couldn't finish, I can try!"

Those chilling words, which almost froze the air, made the whimsical dream demon that was jumping around so excitedly shrink its neck and immediately become much more obedient, sitting to the side and muttering to itself.

"Why are you being so fierce? It's a rare opportunity to meet, so let's have a little celebration."

Even though the petrified powder didn't completely block Meryl's movements, it still had a significant impact on her. Otherwise, how could the succubus, who is naturally fond of causing trouble, have been quiet for so long?

"Alright, since we're out here, let's do something productive, Mary!"

The ancient snake raised its hand to rub its throbbing temples, then closed the door and snorted coldly.

"I'd like to too, but all I know is how to sneak in and pick locks, and how to fake it and create illusions. I can't beat someone in a head-on fight..."

Mary shamelessly revealed her skill level, showing no intention of taking over the project.

Samael rolled his eyes at the slippery, scumbag nightmare, and coldly snorted, blocking the woman's escape route.

"Don't worry, it's just about having you weave a dream according to my script, which is definitely within your area of ​​expertise."

"You've already come up with a new script and new poses so quickly?"

Upon hearing this, Meili's purple eyes lit up, and she became eager to try.

Samael turned his head and spoke with a forced smile.

"What did you just say? Please repeat it."

Faced with He Shan's almost twisted smile, Mary shuddered, a strong sense of crisis rising in her heart.

Based on her extensive experience of tackling dangerous areas, if she continued to provoke him, he would be pretty much done for.

So, the succubus, whose survival instinct was at its peak, immediately sat up straight and agreed like a well-behaved child.

"Weaving beautiful dreams? That's my specialty! I guarantee I'll complete the mission!"

Samael gave Meli a meaningful look, making the scumbag woman who had just come out and given him a whole set of surprises tremble with fear for a quarter of an hour before she finally spoke in a low voice.

"It wasn't a sweet dream, it was a nightmare..."

"So, for whom is it prepared?"

Getting to the point, Mary couldn't help but feel a little curious.

"A jerk who's always finding excuses to freeload..."

Samael replied irritably, his eyes gleaming with an indescribable depth beneath their dark surface.

Meanwhile, in Sir Hector's mansion, a handsome blond young man who was fast asleep suddenly felt a chill and sneezed loudly, waking up from his dream.

Strange, who's talking about me...?

Kai pulled the blanket tighter, but the strange feeling that arose was quickly drowned out by his drowsy murmurs.

Hot pot...delicious...

The lamb chops are so tender and juicy, I'd like another serving!

Roasted lamb leg, hmm, that's not bad either...

Chapter 85 Minimum three years, maximum death penalty

After a month-long roundtable meeting, the country gradually returned to normal. However, following a long war, Britain was in ruins across the country and in all sectors. Many people returned to their territories to prepare supplies for the harsh winter.