Crispy Crunch, Tastes Like Chicken 3/3

Several days later, at the Cilician Marshes.

Two figures moved through the misty air, accompanied by rustling sounds.

Due to the damp and dark environment here, various reptilian monsters form the bottom layer of the ecosystem. Their ability to lurk and their toxicity are often their most prominent characteristics.

"Laugh!"

"Puff!"

A black light flashed through the sky, followed by a dull tearing sound. The Man-faced Spider, hidden in the shadows and blending into the vines, was shot through the skull by a long spear and pinned to the tree trunk.

"Teacher Ma, you're in for a treat tonight. Get ready to try my homemade roasted spider legs."

Samael casually drew his black spear and swiftly severed the eight most delicious legs of the Man-faced Spider. He discarded the torso, which had little meat and was difficult to process, and then grinned at Chiron behind him.

He then gathered some dry branches and picked some seasoning plants, quickly trimmed the eight spider legs, removed their hairs, and set them up to grill.

"Uh, thank you, no thanks, I'll just eat wild fruit."

The centaur sage looked at the thing with its intricate patterns, Gilgamesh tips, and hairy limbs, and felt a wave of nausea. He shook his head and refused.

"Seriously, the grilled spider legs from the Cilician Marshes are absolutely amazing. The taste is almost the same as the Alaskan king crab I've had before."

"Try it! The outer shell is crunchy and it tastes like chicken. You won't regret it!"

Once the crust was crisp and golden brown, Samael pulled Chiron to sit down by the fire and continued to warmly invite him to join him.

Unable to refuse such hospitality, the mild-mannered centaur sage reluctantly gave a wry smile and compromised.

Chiron took a spider leg, and imitating Samael, he broke open the shell, pulled out the snow-white, garlic-clove-like leg meat, squeezed on some lime juice, and put it in his mouth to taste.

As soon as he took a bite and chewed, the centaur sage's furrowed brow gradually relaxed, and his psychological resistance lessened slightly.

As this friend of the spider said, the meat of the spider legs is delicious, somewhat similar to that of crabs from the seaside, and has a forest fragrance.

The way of eating it, drizzled with lime juice, is also unique and has its own special flavor.

But after trying only one fruit, Chiron shook his head and declined Samael's further offer, quietly munching on the fruit he had picked to replenish his ether.

Unfortunately, he still found it a bit hard to accept this relatively exotic insect feast, so he just ate a little as a symbolic gesture.

Since everyone has their own preferences, Samael didn't insist. He casually tossed the remaining spider legs into his bag to store, intending to return them to Tina, Athena, and Anna for a treat.

Previously, the Man-faced Spider was a mid-level monster that filled the Cilician Marshes, and its numbers were considerable.

But ever since someone accidentally tasted the thigh meat of the Man-faced Spider and recommended it to the Nymph and Typhon's Offspring, the Man-faced Spider here have suffered, almost being eaten to extinction.

In the days leading up to his departure, Samael even circled the Cilician Marshes several times, but still couldn't find a trace of the Man-faced Spider.

So, this thing was considered a rare snack by those little guys.

However, Samael saw this exotic insect feast Chiron politely declined, instead picking some non-toxic fungi from nearby and stewing a pot of mushroom soup.

Although the centaur sage appeared calm and collected, the fact that he drank two bowls in a row was enough to show how satisfied he was with the meal.

After treating the educator who had been abducted to a good meal, Gu She picked up his spear, extinguished the fire, and slowly rose to his feet.

He had tentatively shown this weapon, shaped by the scythe of Cronus, to Chiron several times, and after confirming that the centaur sage had not noticed anything amiss, he became more confident.

"Are we almost there, are we?"

Seeing the slightly damp environment of the marshland, Chiron got up, shook his fur, and went forward to ask.

"Yes, follow this road for another day or two, and you'll see your schoolmate, Teacher Ma."

Samael pointed to the altar in the Arima's Cave and smiled slightly.

"Hopefully, I can really help them..."

As they approached their destination, the centaur sage, who had long lived in solitude, did not display the calm and composed demeanor of the later "heroic master," but instead revealed a hint of unease.

"Yes, your wisdom is exactly what they need..."

Samael gently patted his companion on the shoulder, his eyes full of confidence.

Really? I hope so...

If my arrival and efforts can lead to a different outcome for these children, then it will all be worthwhile...

Chiron looked at the deep, misty fog and nodded slightly.

Guiding a group of children, either abandoned by their parents or tormented by fate, towards an uncertain future—this is the reason why a certain centaur sage was tricked onto the pirate ship.

As someone who was disliked by his parents from a young age, Chiron naturally understood the hardships of living alone and the malice of this world towards the weak.

Therefore, he was easily moved when he heard about little ones who had similar experiences.

Moreover, based on his friend's account, Chiron estimated that the future of these Typhon's Offspring might not be much better than his own.

After all, his parents had at most abandoned him, while Demon Ancestor Typhon from the abyss, clearly harbored ambitions to challenge the divine authority of Olympus.

These so-called offspring are probably just expendable resources for him to achieve his goals.

The centaur sage who witnessed the end of Mount Othrys knew the power of the Olympian Gods.

Typhon's rebellion will most likely end in failure, and even if it succeeds by chance, the descendants of these Cilician Marshes will probably suffer terrible losses.

If Zeus were to launch a counterattack and settle scores later, these children would also be implicated, and might even lose their lives in a muddle.

It was out of that shared compassion that Chiron was willing to travel thousands of miles to follow Samael to the Cilician Marshes to teach these young gods and monsters, so that they might acquire some basic intelligence.

The Olympian Gods, while not exactly clean themselves, at least still had some sense of shame and needed a reason before taking action.

Therefore, as long as these Typhon's Offspring can be taught to restrain their animalistic instincts, they can still maintain their safety in the short term.

Of course, besides these, after spending several months together, Chiron discovered that his companion was also a rather interesting and knowledgeable person.

Those profound sayings about educational philosophy, as well as the idea of opening schools to teach, impart experience and knowledge, and benefit the community, all resonated with him.

Compared to staying alone in the Mount Pelion and working in isolation, following Samael to the Cilician Marshes to conduct preliminary educational experiments was undoubtedly more appealing.

Thus, a certain centaur sage was led by the ancient serpent to the marshland, where he ambitiously prepared to contribute to the cause of education.

After two days of trekking, Samael finally brought Chiron back to their homeland, which they had been away from for half a year.

As soon as they approached the Arima's Cave, nine dark, gleaming snake heads emerged from behind the bushes, their deep, vertical pupils staring at the two of them.

"Hey, Xiao Jiu, long time no see."

Samael smiled and took care of him, his expression affectionate.

"Hiss!"

However, the sharp hiss suddenly rose and trembled, Hydra's pupils contracted sharply, as if some bad memory had been triggered. It turned around and darted into the depths of the cave.

What's wrong with her?

"Uh, it must be because we haven't seen each other for so long, he's just too excited..."

Chiron asked with a strange expression, and Samael responded with a dry laugh.

But before the ancient snake could recount the deep affection between itself and its children, the branches trembled violently, and bird feathers began to fall.

The Harpy, greatly frightened, flapped her wings and screamed as she fled the bushes.

"Help! I'm going to die! The Black Demon is back!"

Suddenly, chaos erupted Arima's Cave, as if the end of the world had come.

Upon hearing the commotion inside the cave, Samael's expression froze, and his face turned as black as the bottom of a pot.