Greece brings evildoers

At night, the water on the Oceanus sea flows and the cool breeze blows. A small cedar boat drifted gently, shattering the reflected bright stars.

"Creak~"

A subtle trembling sound came from the wooden planks in the cabin, and a petite figure got down on all fours, half-prostrate on the side of the corner.

Under the night, those purple-red eyes with rectangular pupils flickered faintly, and their small heads moved quietly towards the figure lying next to him, quietly approaching...

Suddenly, the closed eyes in the darkness opened, staring faintly at the face so close at hand.

"What do you want to do?"

After a brief silence, little Medusa raised her head and looked at Lorne, and answered in a low voice.

"I'm hungry……"

"When you're hungry, go out and find something to eat."

Lorne pointed to the door and spoke expressionlessly.

"But……"

Little Medusa looked straight at Lorne in front of her, her pink tongue curled up and she couldn't help but lick her lips.

"You smell so good..."

"..."

In the speechless silence, the corners of Lorne's mouth twitched violently several times.

I understand, I bet he is attracted to him again...

Of course, this is not lust, but just like his witch teacher, he is very interested in Lorne's own smell and body structure.

To be more precise, what Medusa exhibits is the hunting instinct of snake-like gods and monsters.

And they usually prefer to suck the blood of living creatures to absorb magic power.

The higher the purity of the target's blood, the stronger the divinity and magic power, and the stronger the aroma.

As the son of Zeus and the legendary future god of wine, Lorne's temptation to Medusa is self-evident, and he is simply a moving health bag.

Especially since she had just completed the advancement, the Gorgon had been hanging on some tasteless grilled fish, and her thirst for blood was naturally increasing day by day.

Finally this night, she couldn't help but want to have sex.

But in terms of vigilance and vigilance, Lorne was obviously superior.

"Gulu~"

A clear throaty crawling sound echoed in the small cabin, interrupting Lorne's thoughts.

When Lorne came back to his senses, he saw Medusa sneaking up again at some point, and his face turned dark.

But immediately, he stretched out his arms forward with a half-smile, a subtle expression.

"Want to eat?"

Medusa swallowed unconsciously and looked straight at the white arm. Her increasingly fiery gaze seemed to penetrate the target's skin, and she could clearly see the rich blood vessels underneath and the scarlet blood flowing inside. tasty.

At the same time, that little head couldn't help but press down.

"Snapped!"

However, before Medusa could taste the delicious food, another hand came down at lightning speed and hit her hard on the head.

"What a beautiful thought!"

Lorne suddenly changed his face, pulled back his arm that was used as a bait, and scolded him angrily.

"You're up late at night, and you still want to sneak up on me? Can you show some respect to the old man? I'm better than you after all. If you came over so blindly, wouldn't you just hit the muzzle of the gun?"

Medusa rubbed her aching head and was silent for a long time before she faintly expressed her thoughts.

"But, I'm really hungry."

"..."

Lorne, who was originally so sincere, was immediately speechless.

Okay, I still didn’t listen to the lesson.

Facing the unfavorable students, Lorne waved his hands angrily, with a look of disgust on his face.

"Go, go, there's still grilled fish left over from the day on the plate in the kitchen."

Medusa twitched the corner of her mouth and turned around expressionlessly.

"Where to go? The kitchen is next door."

Lorne pointed to the opposite side and reminded him angrily.

"I'm not hungry!"

Medusa tensed her cheeks and firmly shook her head to refuse the kindness. At the same time, she quickly jumped onto the bed, pulled the quilt, and retracted herself into the bed, establishing an all-round three-dimensional defense.

Looking at the Gorgon Banshee retreating in embarrassment in front of a portion of overnight seafood, Lorne couldn't help but shake his head and sneer.

What, he's obviously just a kid.

Outside the door, the moonlight was thick, and a moist sea breeze poured into the cabin, diluting the little sleepiness Lorne felt at the moment.

Forget it, let’s take a walk outside.

Out of boredom, he glanced at the motionless bed next to him, quietly got up and came to the deck of the boat to look out.

Returning to the silent cabin, a corner of the three-dimensional defense quilt was quietly lifted, and a pair of purple-red eyes looked at the back of the wind blowing above, feeling inexplicably lost in thought.

This man seemed different from the humans she had met before.

Very strange...

But, well, it’s also very reassuring…

Medusa's curled up body stretched slightly, fatigue kept flooding into her heart, and her vision gradually blurred.

At this time, as if he was bored because of his idle time, Lorne on the deck picked up a homemade harpoon and stood in front of the ship's side and looked down.

Eat fish again tomorrow...

Medusa muttered depressedly and yawned deeply. Finally, she could no longer resist the intrusion of sleepiness, tilted her little head and fell into sleep.

In the early morning, a meaty aroma that was completely different from the smell of fish poured into the cabin, waking up the Gorgon from her sleep.

Medusa's nose twitched, and her sluggish spirit suddenly cheered up. Then she rubbed her sleepy eyes, sat up from the bed, walked out of the cabin barefoot, came to the deck, and looked curiously at the stew that was being stewed in front of Lorne. That pot of meat for breakfast.

"what?"

"There was a fish tide nearby last night, which attracted a lot of seabirds. I took advantage of the chaos and caught a few."

Lorne answered nonchalantly, yawning as he turned the wooden spoon.

Medusa looked at the bloody harpoon next to her and the bird feathers gathered in small piles on the deck, feeling slightly dazed.

"It's almost done. Go wash your face first and let's eat together later."

The reminder in her ears brought the Gorgon back to her senses, and she obediently finished the preparations for the meal.

Soon, after simmering for most of the night, the completely tender bird meat was taken out of the kitchen and served on the table.

Medusa looked at the oily soup and large pieces of bird meat in the bowl, and couldn't help but touch her growling belly.

Still so hungry...

For vampires, the magic, vitality and satiety brought by blood are difficult to replace with ordinary food.

but……

Medusa slightly raised her purple eyes, looked at the figure chewing a piece of fish beside the side of the boat, and pursed her lips.

It should be delicious.

The petite Gorgon Banshee held up the pottery bowl, closed her eyes and took a big sip of the soup, imagining the sweet taste of blood in her mind.

In a daze, it felt as if he had really drank blood from the bowl of soup. The warmth spread through the intestines and stomach and flowed to the limbs and bones.

Delicious!

Medusa couldn't help but widen her eyes, and took another big sip, reliving the previous enjoyment.

The familiar feeling emerged again, followed by a faint fishy sweetness on the tip of the tongue.

Fishy and sweet?

Medusa was stunned and looked forward.

The hand holding the sign is long and white, like delicate jade.

The only flaw was that there was a shallow scratch on the back of the hand.

Medusa opened her mouth, and just as she was about to speak, Lorne, who was leaning against the side of the boat, suddenly stood up and threw the fish in his hand into the rough waves under the boat as if to vent his anger, shouting excitedly.

"Land! It's land! We can go ashore!"

At the same time, the two of them saw a visible coastline ahead, as well as continuous mountains and the iconic marble buildings of human city-states.

Today is another day where the word count has been exceeded.

After messing with the marine gods for the first time, it’s time to go ashore. Guess who will be unlucky first.