Chapter 206: Courting in public? Get lost!
In the banquet hall, both gods and mortals were entranced, their gazes fixed on the same direction, their minds hazy.
This fragrance was far more intoxicating than divine wine, forcefully seizing the attention of all the gods, turning every being into a captive of desire.
Loki, instantly realizing what her "old friend" had done, couldn't help but click her tongue, quickly lowering her head, desperately resisting the aphrodisiac that was akin to a curse.
"That lovesick fool! How dare she use her Authority in public? Isn't she afraid of incurring everyone's wrath?"
"Hey, kid, you didn't…"
Loki's worried words caught in her throat.
Among the guests, all of whom had lost their souls, only Arthur's eyes were clear, completely unaffected.
He met the burning gaze, so familiar that he wished she would devour him, his face unperturbed.
The next moment, Freya, a brilliant smile on her face, had already arrived before him, her silver-gray eyes overflowing with uncontrollable joy.
The Authority of the Beauty Goddess reached its peak at this moment; the bone-eroding aphrodisiac transformed into an insoluble poison, madly corroding everyone present.
Even Loki, who had been vigilant, succumbed to unconsciousness amidst intense unwillingness.
"Had enough?"
A clear, cold male voice resonated throughout the hall, the sound waves materializing, precisely striking deep within their souls, awakening all the fallen gods and mortals.
The belatedly awakened individuals still wore dazed expressions, but their gazes involuntarily drifted towards the source of the sound.
The failure of her Authority did not surprise Freya; she had long glimpsed Arthur's brilliantly sublimated soul.
The Beauty Goddess simply gazed fixedly at the man before her, a misty film forming in her eyes, murmuring with profound reluctance.
"Why? Now, what's the difference between you, me, and Loki?"
"Hey! You damn it!"
Before Arthur could speak, Loki had already rolled up her sleeves, ready to start a fight, but she was grabbed by the scruff of her neck by the former and pulled back.
"Perhaps as you said, there is no difference between you and Loki."
"So why should I abandon everything to cater to your one-sided madness?"
Ottar, who was following closely behind Freya, instantly clenched his fist, his mountain-like resolute face covered in frost, his gaze piercing directly at Arthur!
Arthur indifferently glanced at the poised [Berserker], then waved his hand at Freya, who was still deep in thought with her head down.
"It's a rare banquet; don't make things too awkward between us. Control your hanger-on."
Ottar's unmoving aura surged explosively, a golden aura, solid as substance, enveloped his entire body, and the floor tiles beneath his feet shattered inch by inch!
Arthur's eyes darkened slightly, and scarlet cursed power overflowed from his body, forming a grotesque dragon head, with wind and fire faintly appearing as its fangs opened and closed!
"Ottar."
A soft, alluring tone sounded, instantly silencing the ultimate weapon that was on the verge of going berserk.
Freya casually wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, then poured an even more fervent, obsessive gaze onto Arthur, her breath like orchids.
"I will make you understand who is the most suitable partner for you."
The Beauty Goddess, seemingly calmed, had an inner burning desire that intensified.
The madness beneath that calm made everyone present feel a chill down their spines.
Leaving these words, Freya deeply imprinted Arthur's image in her eyes, then turned and quickly returned to the upper level of the banquet hall.
The gods, gradually recovering their sanity from the enchantment, one by one, their eyes gleaming, gathered around Arthur and Loki with swift steps.
"Yo, Loki, cutie…"
"Get lost!"
Loki bared her fangs ferociously, unhesitatingly pulling Arthur and quickly leaving through a side door.
Only a group of meddling gods remained, looking at each other, then erupting into joyous cheers that could have lifted the roof.
Amidst this unrestrained clamor, Dionysus swirled his wine glass, lightly sniffing the intoxicating sweetness, and softly muttered to himself.
"Any harvest?"
...
The same question arose inside the carriage, which was gradually moving away from the gods' banquet.
Even in her elegant evening gown, Loki still sat cross-legged on the cushion without a care, asking Arthur, who was frowning deeply.
"I still can't think of a reason for Dionysus to lie. The emotion gods show when talking about children is absolutely impossible to fake."
Arthur didn't respond, but instead narrowed his eyes, voicing the persistent, bizarre feeling in his heart.
"I saw the shadow of an old acquaintance in Dionysus. That is… the type that absolutely cannot be trusted."
Arthur's stubbornness exceeded Loki's expectations, so she could only pout and lean back on the cushion.
"Alright, alright, I'll try my best to delay Dionysus's request for a meeting, but I can't control Hermes's side."
Arthur nodded slightly, got up, opened the door, and came to the coachman's side to instruct him.
"Take the God back to Twilight Manor, and no matter what sounds you hear afterward, do not look back."
The coachman nodded profusely, not daring to question the adventurer's command in the slightest, deeply understanding the way of survival in Orario.
Arthur lightly leaped from the carriage and ambled into a winding, deep alley on the street.
The pale moonlight couldn't reach the end of the alley, lined with high walls; only a glint of a sword's cold light flickered in the darkness.
Bone-chilling cursed power permeated the air, causing the snakes, insects, rats, and ants dwelling there to scatter in a panic, creating a rustling sound.
At the same time, several figures descended from the sky, blocking all escape routes.
They surrounded Arthur, who had been waiting for a long time, their malice undisguised.
"You must pay the price for your arrogance!"
Arthur's brows rose as he surveyed this group of Orario's renowned First-Class Adventurers.
"[Goddess's Chariot], [Four Fiery Gold Warriors], [Black Demonic Sword]… [Berserker] and [White Demonic Staff] didn't come?"
Allen, the Cat Person wielding a brilliant silver spear, roared, the ground beneath his feet shattered, and his figure transformed into a high-speed diagonal line, charging straight ahead!
The Gulliver quadruplets, clad in sand-colored armor, raised their weapons, and a dangerous, arcing combined skill poured down like a storm!
The Dark Elf's face twisted into a sneer, his black cursed sword danced, and a crossing back-strike sealed all retreat paths!
The elites of Freya Familia, who had always disdained working together, now swallowed their reluctance, only to make the arrogant fool who rejected their Goddess taste regret!
However, the next second—
A flash of golden light, and all the furious attacks, as if hitting an invisible barrier, suddenly froze.
Arthur casually raised his right hand, his two fingers precisely pinching the spearhead that was almost touching him, and shook his head indifferently at Allen, whose face was filled with horror.
"To avoid trouble, I'll only say some things once, listen carefully—"
Thunder flashed!
Dazzling silver lightning danced wildly around him, instantly piercing through the chests of the six, pinning them firmly to the cracked floor tiles!
Arthur casually flicked off the lingering electricity from durandal, and added the latter half of his advice to the six, who had been defeated in one blow and lay sprawled on the ground.
"Not everyone treats your Goddess as a treasure. Put away that pointless jealousy, idiots."
Under intense pain, these top adventurers trembled all over, clenching their teeth, unable to even utter a word of rebuttal.
Only Arthur's receding footsteps remained in the alley, each step like a heavy hammer, striking hard at the hearts of these so-called heroes.
After an unknown amount of time, [White Demonic Staff], clad in a combat robe, appeared at the end of the alley.
He coldly glanced at his half-dead comrades on the ground, and casually tossed down a few bottles of elixirs.
"Fools, drink it, and prepare for the expedition."