Snake Taming

Hvar's unhappiness fades to anger.

"What you have taken from me, I will take back twice as much, Samael... Wherever you flee, I will follow you and find you at last."

Hvar couldn't stand Mars' ambiguous tone and protested his behavior.

"Oh," Mars turned to look at him, "forgive my ignorance - may I ask what deity I'm talking to? You know, Samael, the freshmen's brains are almost full of stir-fried tofu Scum, always fall quickly, I can't remember everyone."

The blatant contempt made Hvar grit his teeth.

Samael nodded in agreement as if he didn't notice.He easily took Mars' arm away and let the suddenly grumpy man take his seat.

"Fortune." Hvar answered even though he was reluctant.This is the right of the higher gods, and he has no way to resist.

Mars flashed a triumphant smile.

☆、Chapter5ESP extra sensory perception

The leather boots inlaid with dark gold stepped on the rough stone steps, making a muffled sound.

"You are here." Mars walked to Samael who was standing on the balcony watching the snow scene.

"How did it come out?" Samael turned his head and asked him, the line of his lips curved slightly.

The ubiquitous thick snow reflected the brilliance of the twin moons in the sky, making Samael shimmer slightly.Seeing Samael's face so clearly made Mars a little stunned for a moment.He was used to casting his gaze into some dim corner in the semi-darkness, looking for a sly smile that was not obvious.

The hall not far away was still brightly lit, dancing and celebrating continued, and the atmosphere was warm.It's hard to imagine the guy Mars giving up his on-stage glamor to come here—a remote viewing deck.

Oslo (Oslo) in the snow season is like an old-fashioned TV picture, with black, white and gray becoming the main theme of everything.The raging west wind makes the dots of altar lights on the earth crumbling. They follow the storm goddess from Haidar and sprinkle endless white snowflakes all over the place, until they disappear in the northeast of Oslo, which is called Olhava (Olhava) quiet port.There is the end of winter, and the layers of tall mountains extending to the south block the cold and hunger, making it the only paradise in Oslo's snow season.

The storm elves in the heavy snow were shining with phosphorescence, spinning and flying with the wind, surrounding the nightmares pulling the goddess' car.Nightmare's flaming crimson mane and tail, occasionally wisps of bright yellow lightning flicker away from these notoriously troublesome creatures; skirt".

In the beginning, Hvar, who learned to celebrate Christmas from human beings, decided to see the goddess off on this day when she traveled, celebrating her annual journey in the world.Gradually, this dinner party turned into a gathering of familiar good and neutral gods.

Mars bent down, propped his left elbow on the snow-covered window sill, and stared at Samael with his chin down.

"You haven't promised for a long time," he shook his head. "Some neutrals like to make trouble now. Too much mistletoe, almost covering the dome."

"You will be entangled to death." Samael smiled in a good mood.

"That's why I, like you, came here to seek a shelter." Mars sighed, "They just fancy today that I can't refuse the tradition."

He sensed Samael's gloating.

"Ah, you'll have to succumb to the fragile mistletoe for a while today, won't you, Victor?" Samael sneered kindly.

Mars frowned, and looked up to catch a glimpse of the green branches at the top of the corridor that were spawned by someone, and grew rapidly and extended.

It seems that the group of guys are determined to make a fuss.

Suddenly he straightened up and asked, "So, if you were standing under the mistletoe, would you refuse to be kissed?"

Samael turned his head towards him, a mischievous and mocking smile flashed in his penetrating yellow eyes: "Ah, maybe."

"He literally said 'Haveatry'."

Suddenly, Mars, who was only interested in teasing, overflowed with uncontrollable longing - he reached out and pressed Samael's shoulder.

But Samael stopped him as easily as every time before, when they were only an inch apart: "It's turning, Mars."

The intense frustration nearly overwhelmed him.

He failed to beat this guy, all his efforts were in vain.

What's even more ridiculous is that Samael isn't even a god yet.

As the master of victory, such behavior is trampling on his pride.His strength is constantly being weakened by Samael, and as long as this situation cannot be changed, he will one day be destroyed because he loses confidence in himself.At that time, probably even death could be regarded as a better ending.

He couldn't bear Samael's refusal with such an overly intimate gesture.

Obviously he can win... every time he is short of that damn point—an insurmountable obstacle like a natural moat.

"None of it..." Mars murmured.

He moved closer to Samael again until his cold lips met.

Unexpectedly, without waiting for any reaction from Samael, his cheeks twitched involuntarily.He felt the breath of the man who slightly lowered his eyelids, slightly cold and floating in the dark; the snake's eyes were slightly erected due to playfulness, as if he was evaluating something.

Neither of them closed their eyes, they just touched their lips in an ambiguous stalemate, and no one intended to move forward or back away.

The bell in the hall came faintly.

He saw Samael raise his eyes slowly, grin his lips, and press his lips—

"what are you looking for."

"when!"

As if hit hard, Mars fell back hard on the brick, eyes wide open in horror, trembling all over.

The dark green poisonous snake locked its prey with icy eyes and hissed dangerously.

"what are you looking for?"

Samael had the dangerous grin of a predator on his face.His back was facing the moonlight, his face was dark and unclear, but his eyes shone brightly like topaz.

That is the attitude that only the party in complete control will have.

Whether it's his expression or anything else, Mars feels nauseated with horror.

"It is impossible for anyone...no one wants to be hostile to him...whether following or chasing, there is no good end...whether it is strength, wisdom or whatever...victory is meaningless...that god, and Samael, is in charge It's...that's—"

"Look, what I found."

In mid-air, a lady in white soft fur stepped out of the carriage gracefully. Under her slender eyelashes covered with snowflakes, a pair of blue eyes were as beautiful as clear lake water.She covered the lower part of her eyes with the open feather fan, leaving them to look at the two people with strange atmosphere.

"Natalie." Samael greeted her back.

"Oh, Samael, you're so mean." She giggled like a little girl. "Let the guests have fun."

Samael nodded good-naturedly, picked up Mars on the ground, and said to Natalie, "Then, I'll take him back."

Natalie stopped where she was, watching them off.

"I hope you will abide by our agreement as you have always done." She whispered, "As long as this is the case, no matter what...for father's sake."

Mars shuddered again, even though Samael was just smiling as usual.

Even if he sensed that it was not a danger directed at him.

"Ah." Samael didn't look back, and didn't stop, "That's my job after all."

He grinned again.

☆、Chapter6Flood

Sharon clutched at her skirt, sobbing.

"Oh." Samael threw Mars on the sofa casually, turned to the gauze curtain and asked, "What's wrong?"

The little blond girl was held in her arms by Diana, who showed him Hvar's black face with his eyes.

"Oh, my dear Sharon, don't cry, don't cry, ignore that bad guy, let's go over there," she comforted.

After Sharon was settled, Diana came back aggressively, lowered her voice and said angrily to Hvar: "Don't be so harsh on her, she's crying like this!"

"Let her cry!" Hvar said coldly without giving in.

"What?" Diana raised her voice incredulously, her wavy brown hair puffing up. "You bastard!"

"Let's see what she did first! Yinkan! She left Yinkan halfway!"

Diana's face turned pale, and she frowned: "What?"

Hvar walked away with a dark face.

"It doesn't look good." Samael kept smiling, "Yinkan always keeps appointments on time. He always prides himself on his manners, which is what he insists on flaunting. That guy won't encounter so-called 'accidental' delays Party time—unless he wants to."

"How come..." Diana muttered.

Samael's smile widened.

"Don't you think so? Maybe he knows what's going to happen."

tempting conclusion.

Diana's face really paled.

Or, what has happened?

Samael thought maliciously.He was in a good mood, and he tidied up his appearance slowly, smoothed the folds on his side that were pressed by Mars, and decided to go and see what was going on with the commotion outside just now.

Arlon and Hvar stood on opposite sides of the hall, facing each other, and the surrounding gods whispered under the cover of music.

Arlon, his subordinates, and his "collusion" friends stood together, looking grim. Hvar stood straight and stiff on the opposite side, propped up on the long marble table with one hand, and cracked several times. Flame even took out his staff - a long staff of plain hedrons that glowed red and gold all over - and pointed it at Arlon.

Samael knew the staff.While he admits he knows very little about spellcasting mediums, he could babble like a traveling bard all day long on the origin of the root (laughs).It carried a heavy history that had been lost and the memory of several generations.It's precious, no doubt about it, but that doesn't change the fact that this treasure is being held in the hands of a generally thoughtless fool.Obviously, the guy with the IQ deficiency (seriously, it's not an exaggeration to say that) didn't know its value, and no one with that much brain was willing to point it out to him for a long time after he got it. ——Although no one wants such a treasure to be dusted (it probably also thinks that being used by this guy is definitely a dark history that cannot bear to look at), but the fact is like this.Perhaps because of the reputation of this staff, no one wanted him to know.

No matter how you look at it, it is extremely sad.

Whether it's Flame the fool or the staff.

Apparently, the patriarch was disgusted by Flame pointing a weapon at himself.

"Hmph. Sure enough, the same kind gathers together, and the friends of barbarians will only be barbarians!" Arlon raised his chin, and his racial height advantage of nearly two and a half meters made his contempt even more effective.

Works especially well with Flame at least.His immediately ferocious expression was distorted by the heat wave emitted by the staff, making it even more frightening.

"What race is that guy who set fire?" Mars came out with a straight face at some point, standing behind Samael and asked.The continuous abuse and curses from both sides in the hall, as well as loud roars from time to time drowned out his questions.

"Titan?" Samael thought for a while, but still shook his head, "Giant. Of course, he is..."

"Mixed race. Really admire his parents. So brave." (*1)

Samael seemed amused, chuckling lowly.

Mars stepped forward, stood beside him, and turned to stare at him.

"What's wrong? By the way, I thought you'd say 'bastard'." Samael turned and walked towards the inconspicuous archway, intending to leave the hall.

"No matter what, I still know the proper etiquette!" Mars gritted his teeth, glanced angrily at the gods who had already uttered filth regardless of the occasion, and angrily left the scene with Samael.

Samael walked into the corridor first.This place is cursed, the cold wind and snowflakes in winter can only circle outside the corridor, and the corridor is still warm as spring.

"You don't have to be so serious, I know that your faction will have the habit of belittling people." Samael's tone became calm, "After all, we have been dating for so many years, Mars."

Mars followed a few steps behind him without saying a word.

"That's the truth, Mars. I meant to call him a bastard. You, on the other hand, surprised me."

"..." Mars stood still and looked at him, "Tell me."

"what?"

"Everything," Mars said emphatically, "I know you understand everything. Tell me."

The guy didn't seem to be afraid of anything anymore.

Samael stops.

"Ah." He turned around and said, "Then, let me tell you what you want to know."

"Groom yourself into a docile lamb, but secretly create chaos in the world, use death and fear to control those lives, and then at this time, pick and cultivate a 'savior', use their hands to cross the barrier, shoot out the mistletoe." (*2)

"You are strong, you have enough means to survive, and you have rules and restrictions. Natural fall almost never happens. This is a method often used by the gods. It won't take long to make your annoying face disappear forever. Look, how convenient. "

"It's not just Oslo that's snowing."

Samael reached out of the corridor to catch a snowflake.It finally turned into drops of water and fell on the carpet in the corridor, leaving no trace.

"Winter is just the beginning."

The author has something to say: *1 Giants are ugly in appearance and huge in size, it is indeed admirable to be in love with them (laughs)

*2 See blacksheep black sheep: a metaphor meaning black sheep.The insecurity in Aries, when it jumps over the fence, is the beginning of chaos.

See fable The Black Sheep (Italo Calvino)

To kill Balder:

Baldr, the god of light, had a nightmare about "death". After his mother Frigga knew about it, she asked everything in the world to swear to her that they would never harm Baldr.Only the mistletoe growing next to the Hall of Valor was not required to take an oath, because Frigg thought it was too weak.

Frigga thought it was safe, so she invited the gods of the kingdom of the gods to verify the effect of the oath.Sure enough, all the weapons of the gods can't hurt Balder, even including the most powerful weapon of the gods - Thor's Hammer.

Loki instigated Hord, the blind god of darkness, to throw a sprig of mistletoe at Baldr, and Baldr died of outrage.Another theory is that the mistletoe tree, thrown by Hodr, turned into a sword and killed Baldr, also known as the Evergreen Sword (Mistilteinn).

☆、Chapter7Guardian

"Honestly, I haven't made up my mind yet," Xander said.

"The governor lives in seclusion, even if he shows his face in front of people, he will stand on the balcony of the gorgeous palace he plundered to declare that he is not dead, don't think about escaping this damn year's tax, and take the opportunity to show off to the crowd below or new gowns inlaid with gold and silver. Think of the carloads of deep-sea cod, salmon, trout, herring, bright red lobsters, fresh scallops, and Reindeer, wild ducks, and grouse fed with the best medicinal materials in the mountains and forests... which one of them was not piled up with the lives of us 'untouchables'! Carnival may be the only chance in our life-we will not overthrow He, do you still want our children to take over? Let us Olhava people suffer for another generation?"

"Maybe... maybe we can do it in a gentler way..." Xander murmured timidly.

"A more 'gentle' way? Preaching? Do you think that stupid pig will voluntarily move out of his dirty nest?" The veins on Zoran's forehead suddenly bulged, and he grabbed Xander's shoulders, his eyes were burning, "Don't be stupid, Xander. If words can shake politics, what's the point of violence!"

Zoran stared into Xander's eyes.He was relieved to find that although the other party flickered and evaded subconsciously, he still mustered up the courage to face him in the end—it was as if he was staring at the flame, fascinated by its warmth and the courage to destroy all shackles and burn everything, but also afraid that it would tempt him. Suffering from pyrotechnics himself.

He wasn't going to blame Xander.Some revolutionaries may feel that Xander is too worried and not straightforward enough, but Zoran knows that in addition to firm belief and strong confidence, they also need a sober person in their team.This is a man who can look objectively at the impending and inevitable revolution, who can stay out of it, and even be pessimistic—even if it is a cowardly prudence.

"I will be the pioneer, and you will be our wise man, leading the way." Zoran sincerely persuaded, "We have been crawling and groping in the dark for too long, and when we finally get a sharp blade, we will Will pierce the sky to find the light. New laws will be established, everyone will enjoy their rights fairly, there will be no more oppression and coercion, hunger and violence will disappear like ice and snow in the bright spring day... All good things are at hand!"

"I trust you, Xander, my brother, my cherished sibling. If you have faith in your kin, in your neighbors, in the streets, in the ships, in the seas, to the weather-beaten men and women and innocent children If you have mercy—I implore you, believe me, open your arms! Join your hearts with the fiery, beating hearts of us revolutionaries! Help us for the future! , brother! We will win."

"How does it feel?" Samael asked his student.

"Survival of the fittest..." Camael felt that something was wrong, and then corrected, "Maybe it's the jungle of the jungle? What do you think, teacher?"

The snake-like elegant and treacherous man smiled lowly.

"Try not to take the 'reality' seen by your identity for granted." He turned his wrist so that the knife in his hand reflected the silver light, "Look, Camael, just as being too happy can make people uneasy, so too being too real can make people feel uneasy." People feel strange and filthy... This kind of extreme feeling change is actually very easy, the typical ones are 'love' and 'hate'."

"So you're saying—foolishness."

Samael watched his student pause for a moment in thought.

"Well, that's right," Camael raised his glass knowingly.

"Civilian," he said, "our past has taught us better. That must be one of the reasons you chose me as a student."

Samael added approvingly, "An important point."

"Looking at it this way, the world is much narrower - he doesn't understand that Olhava still enshrines the pet of the goddess. If there is no measure of the governor, this 'cradle' will be destroyed. Only what he sees is the best That's what I'm after, right?"

The Ice Goddess kept the sea snakes in the waters of Olhava, and every governor knew this.The huge amount of offerings to appease the sea snake inevitably led to deeper grievances between the regime and the people.

The goddess doesn't care how her pets are treated by the locals, nor does she care about the current situation of the people here - no god really cares about the ordinary creatures that belong to her, just like no one will explore every pet in her garden. Encounter with insects.

"The weak will be preyed upon by the strong," Samael said.

Governments exploit people, religions exploit politics, and gods exploit all.

☆、Chapter8Harp chatter

"Ready to accept the end they have for you, Governor?" Samael asked, "the end returned to you by those whom you protected without knowing it?" "

"Oh—uh—" the governor's plump lips trembled.He stuck out his tongue and licked his upper lip, as if he could still recall the delicious heavy marinated salmon.

A serene smile detached from his bloated frame appeared on his unpleasantly fat face.

"Yes. Yes," he said. "I've been waiting a long time."

"I don't understand. You know what's coming to you, but…" Camael couldn't help but say.

The governor shrugged comically and moved the knife back with his stubby fingers awkwardly.He glanced at the fruit bowl in awe, before turning his gaze to his guest's face.

"My lord, you need to know that our goddess is very generous... Hiccup! Oh, I'm sorry." The Governor looked at Samael with a requesting expression, "Can you please..."

Samael nodded happily.

"Look, after all, it is still necessary for the teacher to follow at such a time.

In Oslo, theocracy and politics are not very closely integrated.In other words, here, the existence of religion is attached to politics.The art you saw before—you noticed that most of them were concerned with politics, and yes, for the politics here, even the muse will kneel at his feet.Art, her nature is soft, like a woman, she will naturally submit to him, just like a wife is to a husband.But it's clear that she, too, can be a shrew after being tortured by reality.

I see your sympathy for those struggling under the weight of life.The people - they do have a lovable side, that cannot be denied.But you also need to know other facts.

They are perpetually dissatisfied with the status quo.Just as people in a monarchy dislike the king, when a democratic republic is in power, they will also gradually develop a sense of resistance.If we say that in the past they used the 'power to kill tyrants' to seek 'the freedom of the people', then now it is just a change of form for those violent acts.If you cut it open, you will be disappointed because the contents are still there.

There will always be people who want to complain about their status quo.Blind to the obvious, they love gossip and twists and turns, trying to wrest from their tongues far more power and wealth than they think they deserve.

Their targets have ranged from the imperial aristocracy to the bourgeoisie, from criticism of rights to wealth, what will be the next turn?

They fought for human rights, but the protection of human rights and politics are partly at odds.They launched the intifada—perhaps more inclined to glorify it as a revolution—and the political system they intended to build was as far away as freedom was in sight. "

The governor was stunned for a moment.

He lowered his head with a complicated expression, and slowly swallowed the soft bread in his mouth.

"Your explanation... this..." he said hesitantly, "besides words of praise, there is also... danger." "

"Forgive me." Samael smiled politely, "After all, this is the product of my thoughts when I was young, and I didn't polish it, but it seems to be suitable for the current occasion."

The Governor sighed heavily, and turned to Camael: "As you said before, I know what awaits me at the Carnival. But, I can't die like this - I have to watch. I'm going to see The result of the revolution of the people of Olhava. This is my duty."

"While the severe cold elsewhere in Oslo makes food the highest priority, the people of Olhava ask for more." Gives us the same deep pain at times, but we Olhava are content with what we get.Sadly, that too is a thing of the past.The people here once knew the horror and despair of a blizzard, but as you can see, the younger generation takes what they have for granted and wants higher things.The older generation understands that we are not yet firmly established, but the young people won't listen, they don't take it seriously!well.They have a lot of beautiful youth and future, like a sword that has just begun, and I can't help but try it, but I just don't think about it... Cough, young people..."

"After I leave, the people of Olhava should live a comfortable life. Reduce taxes, cancel offerings... Then they should push themselves into the abyss. Once the goddess's little pets wake up from hunger, they will take this It's a mess—ah no, no, no, I'm not gloating. I'm an Olhava, and I'm a devout believer, and I love this land that gave birth to me like a goddess..."

"Why not stop it? Of course, the lack of power is one reason, but the most important thing is love."

"The suffering is what they have to suffer. You know eagles? They build their nests on the cliffs, they have children, and they drive out the children who are old enough-haha, there are always people who compare cruel parents to What about the eagles. In fact, the eagles have already taught them everything, but their little sweethearts still want to act coquettishly with them!"

"I have almost the same feelings for Olhava. Although I know that the Olhava people must not be able to fight, I am still willing to watch them fight the wind and waves and suffer a little bit, so as not to forget how to fly in the hotbed. After all, the road ahead depends on them walk on my own."

"Well, if I can live in the future, I will quietly go to be a fisherman, pray to the goddess every day for a good harvest, and then go fishing in the sea, no matter what kind of **** governor he is! It's been reduced...hahahahaha..."

☆、Chapter9Inthral confused

All it takes is patient waiting when everything takes its course like the sunrise at dawn.

The instinct for victory prompted Mars to follow Samael's side, but he himself was not happy about it.

"What are you hesitating about?" Hvar said with a malicious look on his face before he left, "You have the whole world behind you."

snort.It is also a weakness...

This dissatisfaction inevitably surfaced when he discussed the layout of the plan with Samael.

Samael's lips are very thin, and the low body temperature makes it almost impossible to see the color of blood. When it is pursed, the lines look extraordinarily cold, making him look like a hard marble statue. Mars once caught a glimpse of Samael opening his mouth to test a new drug, and that scene of unexplained horror unraveled like a mist, it was a nightmare.

The soft red lining and tongue lurk silently in the shadows waiting for the poured liquid.He was as terrified as a bird but couldn't look away—the hallucinations that appeared in front of him were the snake's forked hissing tongue, and the dark, narrow and dangerous stomach... The rest is only that now The deity, who had disappeared for a long time, naturally wiped away the medicinal liquid stained on the disciple's cheeks.

That movement brought some strange caresses, which are different from the teachers' caresses to students, relatives, or lovers.

He is feeding fierce beasts.

"Know what I tasted?" Samael asked abruptly.

Mars froze, immediately thinking of the kiss that was just beginning—maybe it shouldn't be counted.

"Fake," Samael continued coldly, raising his eyelids, "if you want me to be more direct...a lie. I gotta say, it tastes rich."

"I—don't remember where I lied to you. It's impossible." He denied it emphatically.

"You can't hide it from me. You know who Oswald is...the rules allow me to know what's hidden, or unconsciously hidden, when your heart shrinks. Remember the question I asked you?"

Samael's face softened again.

"Falling is a beautiful word. You can reach out behind Oswald's back, but I'll never stand on the edge, either way... get it?"

Mars was silent for a long time.The last thing he uttered was a question: "Will you help me? Sincerely?"

"'We'." Samael grinned, revealing a dangerous yet pleasant look, "At least in this respect, I will."

It doesn't matter what their purpose is.What he entangles himself has only one goal, Oswald, from beginning to end.

How ridiculous. Mars looked at the man with a treacherous smile in front of him, and a courage of unknown origin surged in his heart.

Oswald got himself into trouble.That guy tried to tame a poisonous snake, but suddenly disappeared after attracting its attention, losing half of the trust he had gained from getting along with him for a long time.

Samael was right, he was looking.Maybe it wasn't clear before, but now he clearly sees that he is using his hands to create the picture that will happen in the future-Waterloo.Yes Yes!Mighty is his only description; words like mighty and dignified shouldn't be stolen by a rat cowering behind a curtain... How delightful that would be!The student who once attached himself to give extra love and attention personally sharpened the blade for his enemies! Samael, huh, I have to admit is a good guy.He and his teacher...not even trees can grow in each other's shade, let alone him!he!A vine!One day, the tree he was attached to would be entangled to death.He will hold his enemy's elbow and aim his arrow at that god's Achilles' heel!Think about it, what his teacher will look like then!

victory……

☆、Chapter10Jeer ridicule

"what have you done?"

Samael turned his head and glanced at the man in white clothes and red umbrella floating in mid-air.He has the usual ethereal aura of oriental gods, his face under the umbrella is blurred under the soft light, but he can feel some soft curiosity in his eyes.

Underfoot is the greasy moss on the broken seamount, and looking into the coast, there are broken wooden beams, tangled hemp rope hanging nets, soaked cloth, metal pots and pans, scattered parchment rolls, yellow and white paper Pages...and the soaked corpses and survivors.

The devastated Olhava was left in ruins, almost everything was taken away by the waves - it swallowed people along with it.The boy who was still immersed in the comfort of his new life and the excitement of his upcoming journey yesterday knelt down at the door of his house and cried.His friend, who also lost his family, looked pale and stood aside with his fists clenched