Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

After being fed this time, Artoria, who was busy eating, couldn't help but stretch her body and relax her guard. Her cold and fierce temperament seemed to have a touch of laziness, like a lion lying flat on the grass after a hearty meal, ready to be petted.

Finally, after working together to empty the tenth KFC, the ruthless rice machine finally felt somewhat full and stopped eating, getting up and leaving with satisfaction.

However, before leaving, Artoria made sure to take one away.

"Here, take this, get in the car, I'll give you a ride."

After going outside, seemingly because she was fed, the girl was in a great mood and actually changed her usual resistant attitude, letting Samael get on her motorcycle and preparing to give him a ride.

Without hesitation, Gu She grabbed the still-warm bag and jumped into the back seat.

With the engine roaring, the motorcycle, propelled by a powerful thrust, hurtled forward.

"Wait a minute..."

As they passed a park, the speeding motorcycle suddenly came to a stop. Artoria jumped off the motorcycle, snatched the paper bag from Samael's hand, and walked into the shadows of the woods.

"Wang Wang!"

As the girl opened the paper bag and approached, a clear and cheerful bark came from the bushes, followed by a pure white Samoyed, tongue lolling out, rushing towards Artoria.

Chapter 136 The Snake is Always Fair (4.1k)

"stop!"

In a corner of the park, seeing the little guy covered in grass clippings running towards her, Artoria's face hardened, and she gave a stern command.

"Woof~!"

At the crisp reprimand, the Samoyed stopped abruptly, obediently standing still, its bright black eyes looking happily at the feeder before it, like a soldier awaiting inspection.

"Get down!"

"Wang Wang!"

"Get out of here!"

"Wang Woo!"

"shake hands!"

"Shassha..."

When the black king crouched down and gave a series of commands, the white Samoyed understood perfectly and obeyed the feeder before it, faithfully carrying out all of the king's orders.

"Well done, Kvas II! You've passed! Here, this is your reward, eat up."

Artoria was overjoyed by the white Samoyed's perfect performance and immediately opened the paper bag, took out chicken wings and hamburgers, and distributed them as a reward.

Once given permission, the little creature no longer suppressed its natural instinct to eat. It immediately rushed forward, picked up the food offered to it, and began to devour it with gusto.

As the white Samoyed lay on the grass eating, Artoria, unable to contain herself, reached out and gently stroked the little guy's soft fur, brushing away the grass clippings and dirt stuck to its body.

The dog's reaction was also very intelligent; it lay down obediently and let itself be petted, occasionally letting out a happy whimper to express its affection for Artoria.

Under the hazy moonlight, a person and a dog on the grass create a harmonious and heartwarming scene.

Samael, left stranded in the car, looked at the man and dog playing happily in front of him and couldn't help but feel a little depressed.

"So, you went out of your way to bring me here in the middle of the night? You didn't come just to feed it, did you?"

"No way! I just... did it on a whim..."

Upon hearing this, Artoria stiffened, instinctively straightening her pretty face and denying it outright. She then turned her head away, her eyes flashing, and gave a haughty snort.

"Yes, it was just a casual gesture! I was just tossing some food to a stray dog, who knew it would stick to me like that!"

Despite her confident and assertive words, the knight girl's hand remained on the Samoyed's body, stroking it happily.

Samael rolled her eyes at the dishonest knight girl, muttering to herself.

Yes, yes, it was just a convenient thing to do.

I casually brought it some fast food and even gave it a name.

Moreover, if he remembered correctly, the name "Kavas" came from Arthur's hound in the Arthurian legend, which participated in the hunt for the Boar King Truvius and was the famous pet of that knight king.

Clearly, this white Samoyed, which has been given the title "II," has won the king's favor.

Seeing the person and dog interacting happily on the grass, Samael, who had been waiting for a while, couldn't help but walk over, squat down, and, imitating Artoria, feed the white Samoyed.

And the effect was immediate.

"Wang Wang!"

Soon, the white Samoyed happily approached the new feeder, its soft head gently rubbing against Samael's hand, occasionally sticking out its tongue, circling the ancient snake, and relying on its biological instincts to try even harder to please the figure in front of it.

As the dog tactfully approached him, a sense of déjà vu washed over Samael, reminding him of several classic canines he had owned. A warm smile appeared on his face as he gently stroked the intelligent Samoyed with his long, slender fingers.

The professional technique made the little guy close his eyes and hum softly, lying down on the grass, spreading out his soft belly, enjoying himself to the fullest, almost unwilling to get up.

"Humph!"

However, just as the white Samoyed was almost falling asleep under its new owner's caresses, a cold, suffocating nasal sound startled the little guy, who hurriedly scrambled up from the grass and wagged its tail as it returned to its original food ticket.

"traitor!"

At this moment, feeling neglected, Artoria angrily flicked her finger at the head of a traitor, muttering under her breath condemning this act of disloyalty.

However, after the white Samoyed's shameless act of cuteness, the black tyrant quickly calmed his thunderous rage and continued to indulge in feeding the little guy in front of him.

After playing around for more than an hour, Artoria finally got up, still feeling unsatisfied.

"then!"

Under the moonlight, Samael, standing in front of the vending machine in the park, bent down and picked up two cans of soda, tossing one of them to Artoria on the grass.

The knight girl instinctively turned around and caught it, opened the can with a practiced air, and tilted her head back to drink.

As the icy liquid entered her mouth, a sweet and slightly numbing flavor blossomed on her tongue. Artoria's golden eyes shone brightly in the night, like a dragon that had found a precious treasure.

Soon, the knight girl, who had a tendency to binge eat, finished her sugary drink in one gulp.

However, before Artoria could feel regret for long, Samael, carrying a backpack and having almost emptied the vending machine, not only brought a Coke that suited the king's taste, but also bags of potato chips, senbei, and shrimp crackers.

Surrounded by snacks and drinks, Artoria took a few bites, and the bursting flavor of the oil instantly conquered the knight girl's taste buds.

Sure enough, these junk foods are what you really like.

Samael looked at the knight girl who had used up most of the vending machine's stock in less than half an hour, holding potato chips in her left hand and cola in her right. He couldn't help but facepalm and complain.

Tsk, you're supposed to be a dragon, how could you have such terrible eating habits?

Soon, after emptying her backpack, Artoria licked her moist cherry lips with her pink tongue, her eyes sparkling with excitement, her face full of lingering satisfaction. She couldn't help but lean forward and poke the guy who seemed to know how to enjoy life and food, the one who had opened the door to a new world for her.

"Hey, where can I find these things?"

"Okay, okay, I'll take you there..."

Under Artoria's eager gaze, Samael gave in and reluctantly raised his hand, taking the ravenous British dragon with him, and headed toward another vending machine in the park.

Soon, Samael, having found a new target, leaned against the vending machine with his arms crossed, waiting for Artoria to order.

"This, this, and this!"

The hungry British dragon, peering through the glass display case, made its choice decisively.

The brief answer startled Samael slightly.

"Hmm? Just these three? Are you sure?"

"Correct!"

The ancient serpent looked at the knight girl who was nodding solemnly, its eyes filled with satisfaction.

Having a big appetite is fine, as long as you know how to control it.

"I want all of them except these three!"

The excited yet slightly serious roar of the hungry dragon in his ears made Samael's smile freeze, and the corner of his mouth twitch slightly.

A moment later, leaving behind only three items, Artoria swept the rest of the snacks from the vending machine clean, picked up her bulging backpack, and contentedly embarked on her return journey.

I knew I shouldn't have had any hope for you in this regard.

Samael, who was in charge of cleaning up, was both amused and exasperated. He helplessly rubbed his forehead, finished cleaning up the scene, shook his head, and followed.

As the two were returning to their original spot, the clanging of empty cans and the barking of dogs came from ahead.

Artoria and Samael stopped and looked in the direction of the sound.

At that moment, several drunken figures in the woods were laughing and joking as they placed empty beer cans on the grass and kicked them away, playing a game of kicking cans.

However, their target wasn't the trash can or the goal, but a white Samoyed on the grass.

"when!"

"Woof~~"

Faced with a barrage of flying beer cans, the Samoyed, unable to dodge in time, was struck hard and lay on the ground, clutching its head and whimpering.

However, the little guy's pitiful whimpers not only failed to stop these drunken, amusement-seeking, terrifying upright apes, but instead further aroused their sense of cruelty.

"Watch my volley!"

"Goal! Goal! The red team scores a point!"

"Get out of the way, watch this!"

A burly man with black tattoos on his bare skin, red hair, and wearing a plaid shirt shoved aside his entourage and launched a flying kick, intending to show off his shooting skills.

However, the white Samoyed, its animal instincts aroused, saw the empty can flying towards it, accompanied by a sharp whimper, and hurriedly rolled away.

"Haha, boss, you've missed out."

"You used to be a key player on the school team, but your skills have declined."

"Could it be that he hurt his back because of that little girl from last time?"

The drunken underlings beside him couldn't help but laugh and tease him.

"roll roll roll!"

The burly man, enraged by the mockery, chased away his henchmen and turned his anger on the white Samoyed on the grass, kicking the little creature that had humiliated him repeatedly.

"Damn it, you stupid dog!"

"Woof~~"

The little creature, surrounded in the center, managed to dodge several times, but was eventually cornered in the flowerbed. With nowhere to escape, it could only crawl on the ground, whimpering pitifully.

"You dare to hide?!"

After missing his target several times, the burly man in the plaid shirt looked at the little creature with nowhere to hide, his eyes flashing with ferocity, and kicked the white Samoyed's head with his thick right leg.

"What are you doing!"

However, just as this group of thugs were beating up the white Samoyed on the field, a gloomy snort came from behind.

The group of drunkards turned around at the sound and saw a beautiful blonde girl with golden eyes and wearing a black motorcycle outfit walking under a streetlamp. Their eyes lit up, and they immediately abandoned the white Samoyed, which was no longer attractive, and went to their new target with laughter.

"Little sister, are you waiting for us because you're not home so late?"

"Come on, don't be shy, let the older brothers teach you some fun things."

Fueled by alcohol and hormones, a group of men who thought they had a little lamb in their grasp approached with lewd grins, their restless, lewd hands reaching for that tender white skin.

Tsk, isn't it good to be alive?

Samael, leaning against a lamppost in the shadows, shook his head inwardly, his eyes filled with pity.

"Click!"

At this moment, accompanied by the crisp cracking of finger bones, the little white lamb, surrounded by a group of male animals, slowly raised its head, its face cold and menacing.

boom!boom!boom!boom!

In an instant, before these lustful beasts could react, the little white lamb before them transformed into a black afterimage, causing chaos and destruction wherever it went, with the sound of bones shattering echoing everywhere.

"Ah! My hand, my hand!"

"It's broken... my leg is broken!"

"It hurts! Help! An ambulance! Call an ambulance for me!"

In an instant, the fallen animals, clutching their twisted limbs, howled and screamed on the ground, their snot and tears mixing with the mud, sticking together on their convulsing faces, forming a clown-like stain.