Chapter 6 You just want to sleep with me!

At night, the moon is bright and the stars are sparse. The moist sea breeze blows across the beach into the spacious tree house covered with branches, bringing a touch of freshness.

“Dinner is ready!”

With a crisp shout, the great witch Circe pushed open the wooden door and brought plates of hot dishes to the table.

Seafood such as fish, shrimp, shellfish and crabs are fresh and delicious; the roasted wyvern is crispy on the outside and tender on the inside; the thick soup mixed with wild vegetables and mushrooms in the forest exudes a fragrant aroma... The sumptuous meal in front of you is bound to make you salivate.

However, Loen, who was sitting aside, looked at the table full of food, moved his throat to swallow his saliva, and his face looked as if he was facing a great enemy.

What day is today? Why is there suddenly so much food?

Could it be his last meal before execution? He had just stepped on a minefield in the afternoon.

Just as Loen was feeling suspicious, Circe put down her plate, glanced at the traitor beside her, then looked at the beach along the coast in the moonlight, and couldn't help muttering to herself.

"It's been sixteen years in a flash."

"yes."

Luo En's tense face relaxed quietly, and a hint of nostalgia appeared in his eyes.

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

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

I actually forgot about this, no wonder...

Loen tapped his head, feeling slightly relieved, and smilingly picked up the knife and fork, cut off a thick piece of grilled dragon steak, and handed it to his teacher attentively, adding a sincere blessing.

"Thank you for raising me all these years."

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

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

“Woo!”

Before the witch could continue speaking, the veins on Loen's forehead could not help but start throbbing. He stuffed the large piece of grilled dragon steak on the fork into the witch's mouth without saying a word, giving her a physical deep throat to block the chattering mouth above.

You are really bringing up something that is not related to the topic.

As we all know, the Greek gods had a fine family tradition, with loving fathers and filial sons being the basic norm. People would feel embarrassed to go out without killing a few relatives on the road.

In this harmonious context, it is simply a fantasy to expect strong bonds and feelings between parents and children.

Therefore, whenever the children are capable of living independently, they are basically driven out of the house by their parents and left to make a living on their own.

Circe was no exception and was also one of those who was released early.

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

Naturally, the way she raised and taught Lorne also inherited the fine traditions of her parents.

Being chased and eaten by a monster that had been hungry for days, diving with sea monsters, stealing sheep from the Cyclops next door... these were the courses that Loen had experienced since he was a child.

Plus, I try some medicine from time to time and get poisoned...

Fortunately, I am lucky and strong, so I was not killed by this stupid bird early.

Fortunately, these hard days are coming to an end.

Because according to the tradition of the Greek Age of Gods, after he came of age, he could use the excuse of living alone to escape from the clutches of this woman as soon as possible.

"Wow, this time the grilled food is good, eat it, or the food will get cold if you don't eat it now."

Circe, who was completely unaware, tried hard to swallow a large piece of dragon steak and continued to greet people in a carefree manner.

Lorne smiled and nodded, but waited for another seven or eight minutes, until he confirmed that Circe in front of him did not have any strange symptoms. Then he slowly picked up the knife and fork and began to enjoy tonight's dishes.

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

As a famous witch in Greek mythology, Circe was not only proficient in magic such as illusion and transfiguration, but also a master of potions.

No matter what material it is, after she fiddles with it, it will produce strange effects.

This strange talent is particularly evident in cooking.

For example, the Hugh Oatmeal, which is fine for normal people, can turn people into pigs in her hands...

After being tricked several times by the teacher with seemingly harmless food, Loen secretly developed the habit of letting the other party eat first so that he could test the poison himself.

Of course, according to the fine Eastern tradition, the elders should be invited first, which is also a manifestation of respect for teachers.

A certain filial disciple was trying to make up for his immoral behavior in his heart, while thinking about whether he should get some of his teacher's gold coins 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 thought, a strange smell rushed into his nose, causing him to frown.

"Hmm? What?"

“Ahhh, shit!”

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

As the stove was turned on, a strong smell of burning filled the air.

Circe held the plate and looked at the dark brown lumps in it, feeling like crying but unable to do so.

"It's over..."

"What?"

"The cake is burnt..."

Circe's pointed ears drooped slightly, and she looked quite depressed.

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

Last time?

Lorne was a little dazed. When he came to his senses, he looked at Circe with a softer gaze.

Although this woman was always ruthless and her personality was not that of a qualified foster mother and teacher, after more than ten years of companionship, they eventually developed a deep bond.

Perhaps, she is the person with whom I have the closest relationship since I came into this world.

"Forget it, just throw it away."

The frustrated murmurs in his ears interrupted Loen's reminiscence.

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

"Why rush? The cake tastes better when it's a little brown."

Loen, who was standing nearby, grabbed the piece of cake that was about to be thrown away without saying a word, broke off a small half for himself, and put it into his mouth to chew.

Circe was stunned for a moment, then came to her senses, turned her head and looked at Lorne in a daze, her pink eyes revealing a kind of surprise at the unexpected turn of events.

"You ate it? You really ate it! How did it feel?"

"Hmm, crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, not bad."

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

It’s true, although this thing is completely different from the soft and sweet cake in my memory, it has just the right brown texture and tastes like a creamy pot cake.

"If you like it, eat more!"

Circe's voice was unusually cheerful, her face was filled with smiles, and she diligently broke off a large piece of the cake and quickly handed it to her beloved disciple.

Lorne accepted Circe's kindness and greeted her familiarly.

"Teacher, it tastes really good, you can eat it too."

"No need, this is specially prepared for you. Just watching you eat it makes me satisfied."

Circe waved her hands repeatedly, then pulled over a chair and sat on it. She supported her chin with one hand, raised her childish face, and looked at her beloved disciple with interest.

That look, so excited it seemed a little... abnormal?

Suddenly, Loen's hand, which was about to put the cake into his mouth, froze in mid-air. He looked at the loving food in his palm, and his voice became increasingly dry.

“What did you put in it?”

"It took me a long time to make this filling syrup! It's like the porridge Hulk 2.0!"

Circe waved her arms and introduced her masterpiece with great excitement.

"Not only did I incorporate the unique ergot aroma of that thing into the cake, I also developed more than a dozen different flavors based on the different ingredients of honey, juice, and cheese..."

As the great witch kept boasting, Loen felt dizzy and his body and limbs kept shrinking.

“Snoring…”

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

Amid the mess of cups and plates falling, Circe jumped off the chair, reached out to the pair of clothes on the ground, fumbled around for a while, and excitedly pulled out a pink and tender little pig.

"Ahahahaha, I told you not to sleep with me, but now you can't get away!"

The bright moon quietly disappeared, the night gradually darkened, and the Eagle Witch on Aiyu Island skipped towards her bedroom with the captured trophies in her arms.

(End of this chapter)