Greece brings evildoers.

Chapter 6 You just want to sleep with me!

At night, the moon and stars are sparse, and the moist sea breeze blows through the beach and pours into the spacious tree house covered with branches, bringing a refreshing meaning.

"dinner time!"

With a clear cry, the great witch Circe opened the wooden door and put plates of hot dishes on the table.

The seafood such as fish, shrimp, shellfish and crabs are fresh and delicious, the grilled flying dragon is charred on the outside and tender on the inside, and the thick soup mixed with wild vegetables and fungi in the forest exudes bursts of aroma... The sumptuous meal in front of you can't help but make people salivate. .

However, Lorne, who was sitting aside, looked at the table full of food, swallowed his saliva with his throat squirming, and his face looked like he was facing an enemy.

What day is it today and why are you suddenly so rich?

Could it be a deprivation meal? He had just stepped on a minefield in the afternoon.

Just when Lorne was suspicious, Circe put down her plate and glanced at the traitor next to her. Then she looked at the beach along the coast in the moonlight and couldn't help but murmur to herself.

"It's so fast. Sixteen years have passed by."

"Yes."

Lorne's tense face quietly relaxed, and there was a trace of nostalgia in his eyes.

He remembered that this seemed to be the day when he was picked up from the beach and brought home by Circe.

——It’s also a birthday in another sense.

I actually forgot about this, no wonder...

Lorne knocked his head and felt slightly relieved. He picked up the knife and fork with a smile, cut off a thick piece of grilled dragon steak, and handed it to his teacher diligently, adding a heartfelt congratulation.

"Thank you for raising me over the years."

"I didn't expect you to survive..."

Mentioning the past, the outspoken Circe couldn't help but sigh.

"Woo!"

Before the great witch could continue to speak, the veins on Lorne's forehead couldn't help but start to bulge wildly. Involuntarily, he put the large piece of grilled dragon steak on the fork into the big witch's mouth. He directly gave the other person a physical deepthroat, blocking the chattering mouth above.

It’s really a matter of which pot should not be opened.

As we all know, the Greek gods had excellent family traditions. Fatherly kindness and filial piety were the basic rules. No one would be embarrassed to go out without killing a few relatives on the road.

In this context of nuclear harmony, it is simply a fantasy to expect that there will be a strong bond and affection between fathers and children.

Therefore, whenever the children have the ability to live independently, they are basically kicked out of the house by their parents and make a living on their own.

Circe is no exception, and is also one of those who was put away early.

Therefore, for such a witch who has lived alone since childhood, educational concepts such as "tireless teaching", "following instructions", and "teaching students in accordance with their aptitude" do not exist.

Naturally, the way she raised and taught Lorne also inherited the fine traditions of her father's generation.

What about being chased and eaten by monsters that had been starved for days, what about playing snorkeling with sea monsters, what about stealing the Cyclops' sheep next door... these are all lessons that Lorne has experienced since he was a child.

In addition, I try medicine from time to time and get poisoned...

Fortunately, I was lucky enough to avoid being killed by this idiot.

Fortunately, these hard times are coming to an end.

Because according to the tradition of the Greek Gods, after he reaches adulthood, he can escape from this woman's clutches as soon as possible on the grounds of living alone.

"Oh, the roast is good this time. Eat it. If you don't eat it, the vegetables will get cold."

Circe, who was unaware next to her, struggled to swallow a large piece of dragon meat steak and continued to greet her carelessly.

Lorne smiled and nodded, but waited for another seven or eight minutes. After confirming that Circe in front of him had no strange symptoms, he slowly picked up the knife and fork and began to enjoy tonight's dishes.

There is no way, these are all experiences and lessons gained through blood and tears.

As a famous witch in the history of Greek mythology, Circe was not only proficient in witchcraft such as illusion and transformation, but also was proficient in potions.

No matter what the material is, it will produce strange effects when she plays with it.

And this strange talent is especially reflected in cooking food.

For example, normal people can make it without any problem, but in her hands, she can turn people into pigs...

Ever since he was tricked by the teacher's seemingly harmless food several times in a row, Lorne had secretly developed the habit of letting his opponent eat first and testing the poison for him.

Of course, according to the fine Eastern tradition, the elders are invited first, which can be regarded as a manifestation of respect for teachers.

A certain filial disciple was mentally trying to make amends for his immoral behavior, and at the same time he was thinking about whether to get a wave of gold coins from his teacher before running away.

As far as he knew, as a demigod-level witch, Circe had a lot of good things in her hands. Just as Lorne was lost in malicious thoughts, a strange smell poured into his nose, making him frown.

"Huh? What?"

"Ahhhh, bad!"

At this moment, when Circe, who was busy dealing with a crab, heard this, she jumped up in a hurry and rushed into the kitchen.

As the stove was turned on, a thick burnt smell filled the air.

Circe held the plate and looked at the dark brown lumps in it, wanting to cry without tears.

"It's over..."

"what?"

"The cake is burnt..."

Circe's pointed ears drooped slightly, looking quite depressed.

"Didn't you say you wanted to eat something like this for your last birthday? I tried to recreate it using the ingredients you mentioned, but it seemed like it still failed..."

Last time?

Lorne was in a daze. When he came back to his senses, his eyes looked at Circe a little softer.

Although this woman always strikes lightly, she can hardly be said to be a qualified foster mother and teacher in terms of personality. But no matter what, more than ten years of mutual companionship finally allowed each other to form a deep relationship.

Probably, she is the person with whom he has the closest relationship since he came into this world.

"Forget it, just throw it away."

A frustrated murmur in his ears interrupted Lorne's remembrance.

When she turned around, she saw Circe holding up the dark brown cake and trying to throw it out of the window.

"What's the rush? The cake tastes better when it's a little browned."

Lorne, who was standing next to him, reached out and grabbed the piece of cake that was about to be thrown out without any explanation. He broke off a small half and put it into his mouth to chew.

Circe was stunned for a moment, and then came back to her senses. She turned her head and looked at Lorne blankly, her pink eyes revealing some kind of unexpected surprise.

"You ate? You really ate! How do you feel?"

"Well, it's crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, not bad."

Lorne made a pertinent comment while chewing and swallowing with some effort.

Not to mention, although this thing is completely different from the soft and sweet cake in my memory, it has just the right amount of brown color and has the taste of buttery cake.

"If you like it, eat more!"

Circe's voice was extremely cheerful, with a smile on her face. She diligently broke off a large piece of the cake and quickly handed it to her beloved disciple.

Lorne greeted Circe familiarly while accepting Circe's kindness.

"Teacher, it tastes really good. You should eat it too."

"No, this is specially prepared for you. Watching you eat it makes me very satisfied."

Circe waved her hands repeatedly, then pulled up a chair and sat on it. She propped up her chin with one hand, raised her young cheeks, and looked at her beloved disciple with interest.

That look was so excited that it seemed a little... abnormal?
Suddenly, Lorne's hand that was about to put the cake into his mouth froze in mid-air. He looked at the love food in his palm, and his voice gradually became dry.

"What did you put in it?"

"It took me a long time to prepare the sandwich syrup! It's the wheat porridge Hughon version 2.0!"

Circe shook her forearms and introduced her masterpiece with excitement.

"Not only did I blend the unique ergot aroma into the cake, but I also developed more than a dozen different flavors based on the ingredients used in honey, juice, and cheese..."

As the big witch kept showing off, Lorne felt that he was top-heavy and his body and limbs were shrinking.

"Snoring..."

Along with an inexplicable sound squeezed out of the throat, the victim's vision went dark, with inexplicable grief and anger, and his consciousness fell into chaos.

Amidst the messy sound of cups and plates falling, Circe jumped off the chair, reached out and fumbled with the pair of clothes on the ground, and excitedly pulled out a pink and tender piglet.

"Ah hahaha, if you don't sleep with me, you won't be able to run away now!"

The bright moon quietly disappeared, and the night gradually became darker. The Eagle Witch of Aiyo Island skipped towards her bedroom holding the captured trophies.

(End of this chapter)