NABC Chapter 201 The Day of the Defeated Dog's Rage (2.8k)
Chapter 201 The Day of the Defeated Dog's Rage (2.8k)
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Early in the morning, Hestia stood outside the door in a daze, listening to the sounds of wooden furniture violently shaking coming from the room, her expression uncertain.
Eventually, after standing for half an hour, the Goddess of the Hearth bit her cherry lips and kicked a piece of broken stone in the yard with a force comparable to a cannon.
"Owww~!"
In the distance, a Golden Hound, which had been flirting with a cute little female dog, yelped and was sent flying.
Immediately after, seeing her master's murderous expression, it hurriedly scampered to Hestia's side, its tail between its legs, whimpering pitifully.
Masters and pets, they are all the same!
Hestia cursed inwardly in annoyance, then coldly kicked the Golden Hound's rear and pointed towards the wooden hut.
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"You! Guard the door! Don't let anyone in! Otherwise, I'll stew you tonight!"
"Woof!"
Driven by the will to survive, the Golden Hound took its position firmly in front of the door, nodding its head furiously.
You'll all settle accounts with me later!
The frustrated and sour Goddess of the Hearth glared at the hut, which was nearly shaken apart, mustered her Authority, and set up another layer of protective spells to conceal her presence before turning around with a dark face and heading to the Academy of Athens below the mountain.
Three days later, inside the academy's dining hall.
The Goddess of the Hearth, in charge of cooking, directed Circe, the Great Witch who was there to serve her sentence, as well as the unsupervised Little Medea and Nike, to lift pots and pots of rich dishes to the serving window.
The students, like marionettes, sat at their seats, numbly stuffing their bellies.
And their barely conscious tongues vaguely informed them.
The food today is both salty and bitter...
Snore... Snore...
With the arrival of soup, several snorting little pink pigs appeared on the students' seats. Everyone efficiently caught the piglets, tied them up, and sent them to the private clinic of Asclepius, the substitute teacher for medical classes.Nôv(el)B\\jnn
On the way, the piglets let out shrill screams and struggled frantically, their human-like eyes showing waves of terror.
However, the students tasked with transporting them skillfully took out cloths and stuffed them in the pigs' mouths. As soon as Asclepius opened the door, they dumped the pigs inside with a clang.
"Wait..."
Asclepius frowned slightly and huffed in displeasure. The students at the door immediately stiffened, feeling a chill running down their necks; they turned around like rusty machines, their faces holding smiles uglier than crying.
"Remember to handle them gently next time. The samples are very precious lately, do you understand?"
The students nodded frantically, fearing that if they were a second slow, they would be dissected on the surgery table by this temperamental medical madman.
"Alright, finish your meal and go to class."
The Medicine God instructed earnestly, his attitude strict.
Feeling as if they had been granted amnesty, the students exchanged glances with the piglets that said 'good luck to you,' then scattered in all directions.
"Crackle!"
As people were privately mourning their plight, a piercing metallic tremble echoed from a corner, the sharp noise almost piercing everyone's eardrums, causing the faculty and students of the Academy of Athens to turn their heads.
"Or we could change the menu..."
Hestia tossed the twisted kitchen knife onto the table and swept a kind gaze over the green-faced staff and students of the canteen, smiling as she asked.
"How about dog meat tonight?"
Everyone nodded in unison, eagerly contributing suggestions for the night's feast.
"The teacher taught us a sleeping potion yesterday; I can mix it up. One bottle will let it sleep without pain."
"Me, me, me! I can cast a Suppression Spell!"
"Boiling water, plucking, stuffing herbs—we'll handle these chores!"
"Woof?"
Alongside a confused howl, the earnestly discussing crowd turned en masse to face the dog's head poking in through the door, their eyes glinting ominously.
In an instant, figures surged out of their seats like tigers bounding down a mountain, stirring up a commotion within the canteen.
"Quick, catch it!"
"Don't let the ingredient get away!"
"What about the rest of you? Set up the pot, boil the water, heat the oil!"
Amid the dog's terrified whimpers, the sounds of heavy objects colliding rang out, as plates and dishes took flight from the tables.
Watching this scene, the faculty and students of the Academy of Athens were nearly moved to tears.
Thank goodness, no need to eat!
Thus, the overjoyed faculty and students pursued the Golden Hound darting around the canteen with even greater vigor, knocking over countless plates and chairs as the entire place descended into chaos.
At this moment, Hestia, who had suggested eating dog meat, was oblivious to the turmoil unfolding before her, a hint of excitement flickering in her eyes.
The dog is here?
That means they're awake?
Realizing this, the Goddess of the Hearth burst out from behind the stove and sprinted up the mountain.
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"Clang!"
Simultaneously, the door of the dark infirmary was violently ripped off its hinges.
At the desk, the future Medicine God, who was mixing up potions, glanced at the empty hourglass and casually lifted the black cloth covering the small greenhouse beside him.
The snakes inside had separated and were lazily coiled in their corners.
In the dim, flickering light, several faculty and students who had just finished their treatments reverted to human form, naked and bound to the hospital beds like piglets, their eyes vacant and frothing at the mouth as though they had just endured a gruesome ordeal.
"You're here?"
Asclepius, having anticipated this visit, removed his gloves, pulled back his hood, and turned his head to look at the silver-haired visitor who had come to test the drug's effects. He picked up his notebook, curiously inquiring.
"How did it feel?"
"..."
Luo En's forehead knotted with veins, and soon a dark smile spread across his face. Cracking his knuckles, he strode into the infirmary.