Chapter 202 The Day of the Loser's Angry Day (2.8k)
Crunch...
Crunch...
Crunch...
Early in the morning, Hestia stood woodenly outside the door, listening to the noise of wooden furniture shaking violently in the room, her face changing from gloomy to bright.
Finally, after standing there for half an hour, the Stove Goddess bit her cherry lips and kicked a piece of rubble in the yard with a force comparable to that of a cannon.
“Ouch~!”
In the distance, a golden retriever that was chatting up a cute little female dog let out a wail and flew backwards.
Then, seeing the murderous expression on the mistress' face, it hurriedly tucked its tail between its legs, leaped up to Hestia, and whimpered in grievance.
Owners and pets are the same thing!
Hestia cursed inwardly, then kicked the golden retriever's butt with a cold face and pointed at the wooden house.
"You! Guard the door! Don't let anyone in! Otherwise I'll stew you tonight!"
"Woof!"
Driven by the desire to survive, the golden retriever squatted in front of the door and nodded its head frantically.
I'll settle the score with you later!
The Stove Goddess, filled with anger and bitterness, glared hatefully at the wooden house that was almost being shaken apart, and after using her power to cast another layer of protection to conceal her breath, she turned with a gloomy face and walked towards the Academy of Athens at the foot of the mountain.
Three days later, in the college cafeteria.
The goddess of the hearth, who was in charge of cooking, directed the great witch Circe, who came to serve her sentence, and the unsupervised little Medea and Nikki, to carry pots of sumptuous dishes to the selling window.
The students who woke up in the morning sat in their seats like puppets, numbly filling their stomachs with food.
And the tongue, which was about to lose consciousness, vaguely told them.
Today's dish is salty and bitter...
Snore…Snoring…
As the soup was served, a few squirming pink piglets appeared on the students' seats. Everyone quickly picked up the piglets, tied them up and sent them to the private clinic of Asclepius, the substitute medical teacher.
Along the way, the piglets screamed miserably, struggled frantically, and their human-like eyes revealed bursts of fear.
However, the alumni in charge of transportation skillfully took out rags and stuffed them into their mouths, and when Asclepius opened the door, they threw the piglets down with a bang.
"etc……"
Asclepius frowned slightly and snorted in displeasure. Several students in charge of transportation at the door suddenly stiffened, their necks felt cold, and their bodies turned around like rusted machines, with smiles on their faces that were uglier than crying.
"Remember to handle it with care next time. The recent samples are very precious, you know?"
Everyone nodded frantically, fearing that if they were a second late, they would be forced to dissect on the operating table by this eccentric medical geek.
"Okay, hurry up and finish your meal and go to class."
The God of Medicine gave serious instructions with a rigorous attitude.
Everyone acted as if they had been pardoned, gave the piglets a look that told them to fend for themselves, and then they all fled.
After watching the students go away, he turned around to look at the pink pigs that were sent to him and shook his head in disappointment.
Tsk, their resistance to negative potions is getting higher and higher, causing the amount of materials delivered to us to be decreasing.
Never mind, just make do with it.
Asclepius closed the door and went into the room. After turning on the fluorite lamp, he gently carried the pink piglets to the bed, and then...
...fixed into a standard "big" shape using suppression spells and chains.
Amid the clinking of bottles and jars, a fully armed doctor came to the bedside, shaking several transparent medicine tubes emitting various colors of light, and asked questions to the patient patiently and gently.
"I'm going to rescue you. Blink if you agree."
A warm and caring doctor-patient atmosphere naturally emerged, and both sides' eyes met.
Five minutes later.
"Yeah, you blinked! Don't worry, just cooperate with the treatment, I will cure you soon."
“Puff…!!”
The piglets' eyes were bloodshot, dry and sore, and they expressed their "good wishes" to this dedicated and patient doctor in their native dialect with grief and indignation.
Looking at the various colored potions that were pink enough to make people feel sick, green enough to make people panic, and blue enough to make people depressed, being brought to their mouths, the piglets screamed hysterically and struggled on their four hooves.
It looked like he had entered a slaughterhouse.
At the same time, Chiron, who was sitting in the cafeteria, heard the faint shrill sound of a pig. His hand trembled and the spoon fell into the bowl.
Looking at the fragrant oatmeal porridge, the Centaur sage swallowed his saliva, raised his stiff head, looked at the two cooks behind the stove, and felt bitter.
Ever since the college changed its cook three days ago, the meals of all teachers and students have been in dire straits.
The food in the cafeteria is either too salty or too bland, making it impossible to swallow.
When the chef Hestia was chopping the meat, black air was all around her, as if she had some deep hatred for the vegetables on the shore. In just a few meals, seven kitchen knives had been broken and eight chopping boards had been shattered.
Circe, who was in charge of the soup, was even more outrageous. She had not changed her bad habits even after serving in the army, and always threw away a bunch of messy potions every time.
So, after drinking the soup cooked by this great witch, diarrhea was no big deal for the teachers and students. Side effects such as paralysis, confusion, dullness, and pig-like transformation appeared one after another.
Those with weak resistance have been infected several times.
Similarly, Asclepius, who was in charge of diagnosis and treatment, was not a good guy either. In order to obtain the results of human experiments on different magic potions, he colluded with the two cooks and completed a closed loop of self-production and self-sales. The teachers and students of the Academy of Athens who were stuffed in unfortunately became tools for both sides to vent their anger and test drugs.
Although the three of them knew their limits and didn't really get to the point of life and death, they were able to help the teachers and students of Athens College improve their resistance to the side effects of the potion in the process.
But the experience of having your stomach, body and mind repeatedly tortured by both parties is worse than letting them die.
I have to be nervous even when eating. Life is unbearable!
Under the tearful gaze of all the teachers and students in the cafeteria, Chiron, who was currently in charge of the college's management affairs, reluctantly stood up from his seat and walked towards the kitchen, ready to give some advice.
"puff!"
However, accompanied by a dull roar, a sharp kitchen knife cut the half-meter thick marble chopping board straight into two halves.
Chiron glanced at Hestia's gloomy face, immediately retracted his steps, sat back in his original seat, and "accidentally" swept the oatmeal on the table into the trash can.
There was no way out. The goddess of wisdom Athena went to Olympus for something, and now Hestia had absolute power over the entire Athens.
In addition, the great witch Circe and the goddess of victory Nike were all under her command.
Seeing that the sage Chiron was also defeated, even though the people of the Academy of Athens felt bitter, they could only submit to the tyranny of the evil goddess of the hearth and complain in frustration.
Sister, who made you uncomfortable? Why do you go and mess with him? Why do you want to harm us?
“Sizzle!”
Just as everyone was grumbling in their hearts, a harsh metallic vibration was heard from the corner. The sharp noise almost penetrated everyone's eardrums, causing the teachers and students of the Academy of Athens to look sideways.
"How about we change the taste..."
Hestia threw the kitchen knife that had been twisted into a dough twist onto the table, glanced kindly at the teachers and students in the cafeteria who all had pale faces, and asked with a smile.
"Shall we have dog meat tonight?"
Everyone nodded in unison and offered suggestions for tonight's dinner.
"The teacher just taught me about sleeping potion yesterday. I can mix it. One bottle will make it fall asleep painlessly."
"Me, me, me! I can cast a suppression spell!"
"We are responsible for boiling water, removing hair, and stuffing spices!"
"Woof?"
Accompanied by a confused hum, everyone who was discussing excitedly turned their heads to look at the dog's head poking in from outside the door with sinister looks.
In an instant, figures rushed out from their seats like tigers descending from the mountains, and the cafeteria was filled with noise.
"Quick, grab it!"
“Don’t let the ingredients run away!”
"Where are the others? Get the pot ready, boil water, and heat oil!"
Amid the dog's terrified whimpering, there was a series of loud banging sounds, and the plates and dishes on the table flew everywhere.
The teachers and students of the Academy of Athens who saw this scene almost shed tears.
That’s great, no need to eat!
As a result, the excited teachers and students chased the golden retriever running around in the cafeteria even harder, knocking over countless plates, tables and chairs along the way, causing chaos in the entire cafeteria.
At this moment, Hestia, who proposed eating dog meat, turned a blind eye to the farce in front of her, and a hint of excitement emerged in her eyes.
Is this dog here?
So, they woke up?
Then, realizing this, the stove goddess rushed out of the stove and ran all the way up the mountain.
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“Bang!”
At the same time, in the dim infirmary, the tightly closed door was violently opened.
The future god of medicine, who was preparing medicine at the table, glanced at the empty hourglass and casually lifted up the small greenhouse covered with black cloth next to it.
The snakes coiled inside had separated from each other and were curled up lazily in their respective corners.
Under the flickering light, several teachers and students who had just received treatment were naked and restored to human form. They were tied to the hospital beds like piglets. Their eyes were empty and lifeless, and they were foaming at the mouth, as if they had just suffered an inhuman torture.
"You're here?"
Asclepius took off his gloves, pulled open his hood, and turned around to look at the silver-haired visitor outside the door who had tried the medicine. He picked up the small notebook and asked curiously.
"How does it feel?"
“…”
The veins on Loen's forehead twisted into a ball, and a sinister smile appeared on his face. He walked into the infirmary, pinching his crackling finger bones.
(End of this chapter)
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