One God Carrying Four Deadweights 2/2
The ancient serpent smiled politely and raised its glass, but to Atalanta and Circe, Jason's misplaced masculine charm was, as always, met with disdain.
He had no choice but to tactfully touch his nose and leave. However, before leaving, he secretly gave Samael a thumbs up, his eyes revealing a hint of admiration and envy, and his mouth moved.
Sure, bro.
Kuanxin, I still want to beat this guy to death...
Samael noticed the sudden, sharp gaze behind him, and the corner of his mouth twitched slightly.
"I don't like him, he's so glib!"
Atalanta frowned and snorted softly, having witnessed Jason's earlier little actions.
At this moment, the hall seemed to come alive as the blond youth moved around.
"Indeed, he seems more attractive to men."
Samael surveyed the bustling hall, a mocking chuckle escaping his lips. His gaze lingered briefly on the Hercules, a glint in his eyes.
It seems that due to his appearance, not only the existence of Theseus, but also the content and order of the Twelve Trials of Heracles have been subtly altered.
Presumably, this Hercules wouldn't easily provoke the Typhon's Offspring, who are currently united and under Athena's protection.
Having obtained some evidence, the ancient serpent relaxed slightly. While sipping its drink, it observed the assembled Greek Heroes with great interest, a slight smile playing on its lips.
This trip was worthwhile. Those cold, rigid names in the books seemed to break through the barriers of time and space, appearing before my eyes and gradually gaining warmth and flesh and blood.
At the banquet, he met the magnanimous Prince of Calydon, his hot-tempered sister Caenis, the patient and composed Peleus, and the wise but seemingly foolish Telamon...
And Jason, who has excellent oratory skills and the ability to warm up the crowd.
Good heavens, he did a great job as the atmosphere-maker, successfully relieving the dullness and oppression brought by Heracles.
By the way, the biggest takeaway from this trip is right here beside me.
Samael snapped out of his daze, glanced at Jason surrounded by a group of muscular men urging him to drink, and smiled wryly.
Accompanied by two beautiful women, one older and one younger, he was probably the most popular man with women at the scene.
Furthermore, Atalanta only sipped wine and remained vigilant at all times, and she ruthlessly rejected any attempts to talk to or flirt with male heroes.
Circe, was only focused on eating and drinking, his mouth covered in sauce.
This further highlights Samael's unique position, squeezed in the middle, drawing gazes of either envy or jealousy upon the ancient serpent.
However, his exclusive favor soon attracted hatred.
"Hey kid, what achievements have you made that you have the right to sit here?"
A middle-aged man, hiccuping from drinking, strode over with unsteady steps, slammed his hand on Samael's table, and gave a disdainful snort, his eyes flashing with contempt.
"That's right, say it out loud, let everyone hear it."
Another person following behind raised their arms and cheered.
At this moment, the hall fell silent. The heroes looked at Samael with furrowed brows and worry, but more so with indifference and mockery.
Ah, heroes, at their core, are still just human.
They possess both admirable abilities and qualities, as well as indelible flaws and desires.
In this world, only those with strength are worthy of respect.
Samael smiled knowingly, his gaze gradually hardening.
"Whoosh! Whoosh!"
However, before the ancient serpent could even make a move, it used these two troublemakers to flex its muscles, and a sound of air being cut through the air rose beside it.
As the two men were locked in combat, two arrows pierced through the stone pillar, their tails vibrating with a buzzing sound.
Immediately, they instinctively raised their hands and touched one side of their cheeks, where warm liquid flowed into their palms.
The stinging pain from the wound on their cheeks spread, causing both of them to break out in a cold sweat from their drunkenness.
"Now, are we even qualified to sit here?"
Atalanta gripped the bowstring tightly, her expression grim.
"I'm talking about him, you..."
"He's one of my men, we're in this together. If you want to fight, come find me!"
As the huntress's sharp gaze fell upon them, the two felt a chill run down their spines, their faces turned pale, and they instinctively shrank back and staggered backward, like rabbits being targeted by a mother leopard.
"Waste!"
Seeing how incompetent the two provocateurs were, Atalanta scoffed disdainfully.
When the two men came to their senses, their faces flushed a deep purplish-red. The presence of the heroes made them feel intensely humiliated in front of everyone.
Just as they were angrily raising their hands, Prince of Calydon, who had left his seat earlier, heard the commotion and rushed over from the backyard. After seeing the situation, he frowned and roared.
"What are you doing!"
"Meleager, she's humiliating us, humiliating your uncle! Punish them, teach them a lesson!"
"Shut up! This is my guest! A state guest of Calydon! Get out!"
"How can you just sit by and watch your own blood relatives be treated like this? How can you be so biased towards outsiders?"
The two troublemakers cried out in protest.
King Calydon frowned and walked down the steps to his two uncles. He grabbed one of them by the collar and leaned close, giving a cold, gloomy snort.
"Enough! I know what kind of people you are! If it weren't for Mother's sake, you wouldn't even be qualified to join the hunt, yet you dare to provoke others!"
"What, do I need the guards to escort you out? Leave my palace, lest you utterly disgrace Calydon!"
The two middle-aged men turned pale for a moment, glared hatefully at their nephew and Atalanta, and then turned away from the palace in humiliation.
As their figures gradually disappeared into the night, Prince of Calydon immediately raised his cup and approached Atalanta and the other two, apologizing profusely.
Out of respect for the prince, Samael and the others didn't take it too seriously and let the minor offense slide.
The prince, relieved of his earlier humiliation, picked up his wine glass and continued interacting with the heroes in the hall, gradually dispelling his earlier unpleasantness.
"There's really no need for them to stand up for me."
Sitting in his seat, Samael rubbed the bridge of his nose and whispered.
"I brought you here to fight monsters, not to let them insult you. If I don't stand up for you, what right do I have to be your leader?"
Atalanta winked and smiled, her tone full of protectiveness.
Okay, so he's probably really being treated like a low-level, illegitimate child of a goddess, right?
In your opinion, those divine items are all for saving my life?
The ancient snake scratched its head helplessly and smiled bitterly to itself.
After calming himself down a bit, Samael looked up at Prince of Calydon, who was toasting with the heroes, a playful glint in his eyes.
This is a clever person. He knows that Atalanta is the key to defeating the Boar and the link between Calydon and the Goddess of Hunting, Dava. Therefore, he is too busy worshipping the three of them to dare to offend them.
It's a pity that his two uncles weren't as clever.
He vaguely remembered that during the Calydonian Hunt, the prince offered the pelt of the demon boar to his elder sister, Atalanta, on the grounds that she had shot the first arrow, in order to promote reconciliation between man and god.
However, the two who had just been driven out were resentful, and one of them wanted to snatch the boar pelt from Atalanta. They enjoyed the cheers of the Calydonians.
In the end, the prince had no choice but to harden his heart and kill his two muddle-headed uncles to decisively show his sincerity to Artemis.
But later, when the queen saw that her two brothers had been stabbed to death by her son, she was filled with grief and anger. She threw the wooden carving that was connected to her son's life into the fire and burned it, betraying him. Then she committed suicide.
The unfortunate old King, it seems, didn't have many days left to live.
Now the whole family can set off together.
Tsk tsk, father ruins son, two uncles are useless teammates, mother turns out to be a werewolf, this prince of Calydon is really pitiful.
One god leading four bad guys, it's impossible to play.
Samael was filled with emotion, and once again felt fortunate that the people who had teamed up with him back then were Gilgamesh, Merlin, Anna, Feathered Serpent God.
As for Ishtar, sorry, he doesn't know her.