Tower Cat's Counterattack 2/2

As the music began, dozens of beautiful maids took turns serving rare dishes and fine wines. Even the tableware was made of gold and silver with intricate patterns, clearly high-end goods. This feast must have cost at least several weeks' worth of "Zeus Gold," enough to cover the expenses of a middle-class family of three for half a year, making it seem extravagant and lavish.

After several rounds of drinks, the atmosphere became lively. Slightly tipsy, Jason dismissed the maids and personally stepped down from his seat to greet and toast each person.

When it was time for Samael's table, the ancient serpent picked up his wine glass, looked around, glanced at Jason, and asked in a low voice.

"It seems your uncle treats you very well."

"That's because I come from the Athenian Academy and have connections with more than half of the heroes of Greece. Otherwise, the moment I stepped out of the palace, he might have sent someone to stuff me into a sack and bury me!"

Jason, holding his wine glass, paused slightly, rolled his eyes, and made a sarcastic remark.

Is it really that exaggerated?

"Do you think I don't know my own worth? I'm just using your names to scare my uncle."

"So, he was scared?"

"It's half and half. He was unwilling to relinquish the throne like that, but he was also afraid that if I gathered enough men to storm the palace, he wouldn't even be able to save his own life. So, my uncle simply gave me a mission that was almost impossible to complete, which was to take the Golden Fleece from the King of Colchis."

If it succeeds, given his cowardice, he'll probably accept abdication; if it fails, he'll have an excuse to appease me. In short, it's a good way out for both sides.

"However, your uncle is quite good at handling people."

Samael glanced at the delicious food on the table and the exquisite furnishings of the palace, and couldn't help but sigh.

"What?!"

Upon hearing this, the blond-haired youth slumped to the ground, looking dejected, and began to pour out his grievances to Samael.

"You have no idea what kind of life I lived when I first came to Iolcus! I was constantly on edge, and I didn't know where my next meal would come from."

Thankfully, everyone thinks highly of me; they've already sent word. Otherwise, I'm really worried that if I dragged this out any longer, my uncle would stuff me into a sack and throw me into the sea to feed the fish!

Then, Jason looked at the silk robe adorned with gold thread on Jason's body and sighed with admiration.

"However, it's fortunate that you came. Life is too comfortable. I can eat whatever I want, and the accommodations and supplies are the best in the city. The palace has even sent more than a dozen beauties from various city-states to serve me. I can change them every day and not get tired of it even after a few months. At sea, there's wind and sun, monsters, and storms. I might even lose my life."

Look, it's only been half a month, and I've already gained weight around my stomach. If I delay any longer, I doubt I'll be able to bring myself to leave this comfortable place, or even have the guts to risk everything for the Golden Fleece.

Samael stroked his chin and asked quietly.

"If you don't want to take any risks, why don't you just confront your uncle and take what you deserve?"

"Brother, don't kid me. Without you guys supporting me, I'm nothing. If I keep acting like a coward and sever our friendship, I won't even be able to save my life in Iolcus, let alone get any benefits! Some things are just like that. Even if you don't want to risk your life, you have to grit your teeth and do it for the sake of a better future."

Jason frankly admitted it without hesitation, his face full of helplessness and distress.

Having said that, Jason waved his hand listlessly, then, with his signature crab-like gait, slipped into a group of male heroes at the scene, where they drank and toasted each other heartily.

At this moment, Heracles, who was strolling around with a wine jug in his hand, leaned against a pillar, glanced at Jason, and then casually asked Samael a question.

What do you think of this guy?

"Being greedy for life and afraid of death, fond of laziness and extravagance, lacking perseverance and willpower—they're terrible at being heroes..."

Samael looked at the fine wine in his glass and spoke without mercy, almost tearing Jason to shreds.

But in an instant, the ancient snake drank the contents of its cup in one gulp, a smile spreading across its face, and its tone of voice abruptly changed.

"But, undeniably, he is a very real, ordinary person. The more you spend time with him, the more you gradually come to like him."

"Haha, not bad, that guy is indeed a frivolous, impetuous, and overconfident fool... But even so, just for his honesty in facing his own desires, he still deserves to be one of my few friends!"

Hercules laughed heartily at Samael and raised a glass to celebrate their differing views on Jason.

At this moment, Jason, completely unaware of the situation, got carried away with drinking, jumped onto the table, loosened his collar, and, with glazed Drunken Eyes, patted his chest, making grand promises.

"Everyone, eat and drink well. We are currently preparing ships and supplies for the voyage. I, Jason, will cover all expenses during this period! All accounts will be sent to the royal palace!"

Samael chuckled, almost spitting out his wine.

Good grief, you booked the whole place, used your shamelessness as collateral, and made your unlucky uncle pay the bill? Is this some kind of shameless act?

By the way, should I support you and order more orders to help the nearby shops?

As night fell and the banquet drew to a close, the guests, having thoroughly enjoyed themselves, gradually made their way to their rooms to rest, led by their maids.

As a distinguished guest warmly received by Jason, Samael was naturally among the last group of guests to leave.

As they parted, the blond youth composed himself, sneakily moved closer to Samael, patted him on the shoulder, and gave him a mysterious smile.

"Hey buddy, drink less, don't waste the evening."

What's that guy up to? He's so secretive.

In the courtyard shrouded in night, Samael shook his head. The moment he pushed open the door, his expression stiffened slightly, and his smile became awkward.

"Boss, is this really bad?"

Inside the room, Atalanta, who had just washed up and was wearing a towel, was squatting on the floor making the bed.

After hearing the sound of someone entering, the Huntress turned her head. Her cheeks, flushed with moisture, were slightly tipsy and fragrant with flower petals, making her alluring.

"Well, Jason said there are a lot of people coming and not enough rooms, so we'll make do."

Samael was stunned for what seemed like an eternity before he came to his senses at Atalanta's cold voice.

As they passed the paved area, the ancient serpent's gaze, which had been glancing at Atalanta, inadvertently slipped from the towel into the ravine formed by the undulating peaks, and he asked her, almost as if possessed.

"The ground is quite cold..."

The Huntress touched the floor and replied with a slightly nasal tone.

"Hmm, it seems so..."

Samael's eyes flickered, and he patted the headboard.

"How about we sleep in the bed together?"

"Alright..."

Atalanta paused, then nodded in acceptance of her companion's kindness.

The two rearranged their bedding and lay down in their separate blankets, obediently closing their eyes to sleep.

After the lights went out and the room was silent for more than ten minutes, rustling sounds came from under the covers.

"Still not asleep?"

"The same to you?"

"Ugh, the blanket's too tight, I feel a bit hot..."

"It seems so..."

"How about we use one?"

"Alright..."

A few minutes after a blanket slid from the bed to the floor, two figures, growing ever closer, faced each other, staring at each other, wide-eyed, wide awake in the darkness.

"Sleeping in clothes seems a bit hot and uncomfortable, so I might as well..."

"Take it off..."

After a rustling sound, the room fell into an eerie silence once again.

"Um, taking it off too quickly seems a bit cold, so how about we..."

"Bang!"

The lioness rolled over and sat up, gripping the man's shoulders with both hands. She gently bit her cherry lips with her pearly teeth, and her slightly narrowed emerald green eyes radiated a wild and fiery light.

"Soon, you won't be cold anymore..."

The thin tent seemed to stretch the scene across the grassland. Samael was like an innocent snake passing by, when a lion, eyeing him, swung its sharp claws and gave him a good thrashing. He was then pinned to the ground and turned into a spicy snack.

The night was still long, and she was going to chew and swallow every inch of this prey that had crashed into her territory, from its skin and flesh to its bones and internal organs!

Tower Cat