Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

The secretary has something to do, it’s okay...

In reality, for hundreds of years, the god who claimed to save the world and maintain order spent most of his time taking vacations and slacking off, except for occasionally doing some human work.

These women basically handle all the work related to the organization's operation.

However, with the rise of the Industrial Revolution, and the writing of a monumental work by a bearded man named "Marx," several self-proclaimed volunteers who had been misled gradually awakened to a sense of resistance.

Now, almost every one of them has a copy of "Das Kapital," and whenever they feel oppressed, they use it as a basis to fight for their legitimate demands.

Now that he has been kicked out of work, they can finally have a few days of peace and quiet.

Whether it's shopping at the mall, revisiting familiar places, ordering dessert in the bustling city in the afternoon, or simply taking a nap, it's all a rare opportunity for them to relax.

As for how the guy who was thrown out would handle the work assigned to him, none of them were worried about that at all.

After all, from Uruk to Athens, from Jotunheim to the Roman Empire, this guy has done all sorts of jobs, so this little test is really no challenge for him.

If he puts his mind to it, given his work efficiency, he can basically finish several weeks' worth of backlogged tasks in a single day.

Of course, the premise is that you don't slack off...

Meanwhile, the quiet tavern was completely empty.

"Ah!"

Just as the group in Wales were whispering amongst themselves, Samael, who was dozing off with his chin propped up against the tavern counter, felt a tickle on his nose and sneezed loudly.

Then, its head, losing its support, fell down, its entire face slumped weakly against the mahogany table, and with its limbs outstretched, it resembled a seal stranded on a beach, its entire body exuding a strong sense of decadence.

Hmm? Dinner's ready?

Suddenly, the ancient snake's nostrils twitched, and a wisp of food aroma wafted into its nostrils. Drawn by this aroma, its head turned towards the kitchen, and its lazy eyes lit up.

"Ding Dong..."

Just as Samael was deep in thought about the classic question of "what to eat for lunch today," a clear wind chime sounded outside the door. The tightly closed tavern door was then pushed open, and a tall figure stepped inside.

The newcomer wore a black trench coat, exuding competence and efficiency in every gesture. His short, silver, tousled hair, cut short to avoid getting in the way, gave him a somewhat unruly air. His angular, sharp features also possessed a delicate quality, giving him an androgynous charm.

However, the white short shirt stretched into an alluring curve by her ample bosom beneath the half-open trench coat, along with her partially exposed alabaster belly, revealed her true gender.

As soon as the visitor entered the room, a heavy, somber atmosphere hit them, and their habitual actions made the tavern's atmosphere tense.

The woman's every step seemed precisely calculated; her body consciously used obstacles to conceal her vitals, preparing to dodge and retaliate at the optimal moment.

Those sapphire blue eyes seemed to be like a calm lake, without the slightest ripple, subconsciously observing their surroundings, their gaze following the target; their arms, aided by the swing of their trench coat, rested on the protruding areas on their lower backs.

If you didn't know better, you'd think this was a PTSD patient who had just returned from the battlefield.

However, when the woman's indifferent eyes glanced up and touched the person behind the counter, the coldness on her face instantly melted away. She couldn't help but twitch her facial muscles slightly and burst out laughing. She stepped forward and teased him playfully.

"Boss, you have a childlike heart! Your look is great today."

Seeing that Samael was confused, the woman pointed to her cheek and couldn't help but burst into laughter again.

Upon seeing this, the ancient snake subconsciously turned its head and, using the reflection of a row of bottles in the liquor cabinet, immediately noticed that it had six whiskers on either side of its mouth, its eyes were playfully drawn with black carbon pen circles, there was an ink dot between its noses, and there were two ear-shaped hair clips on its head.

With his childlike graffiti, he looked just like a tabby cat, no wonder visitors couldn't help but chuckle.

"Tsk, that unlucky kid..."

Samael glanced back at the figure peeking out from the crack in the kitchen door, shook his head and chuckled, then bent down in the sink next to him to wash the graffiti off his face, showing no intention of pursuing the matter.

"By the way, what brings you here today, Natalia?"

Gu She wiped his face, sat back down at the counter, and looked at the dashing short-haired woman in front of him with great interest. He rested his chin on his hand and asked her questions with curiosity.

"Of course I came to complete the mission and buy some necessities while I'm at it. Otherwise, do you think I would have wanted to come?"

The woman sat down casually, rolled her eyes at the man in front of her, and gave a cold snort in annoyance.

"The usual, a chilled whiskey?"

As Samael spoke, he took out his collection of liquors and a cocktail shaker from the cabinet, and asked with a smile, appearing quite familiar with the customer.

"No thanks. The prices here are three or four times higher than outside. I can't afford it."

The woman chuckled and raised her hand in refusal.

"For the sake of our old friendship, this drink is on me."

The ancient snake chuckled dismissively, casually unscrewed the bottle cap, leaned over the counter to fill a glass for the acquaintance in front of him, and made an inviting gesture.

The rich aroma of the wine, with its crisp scent, filled her nostrils. The woman's throat moved instinctively, and her gaze drifted toward the glass, but that desire was suppressed by a hint of wariness that hardened in her eyes.

"When did you switch to charity?"

"It's just a glass of wine, there's no need to be so cautious, is there?"

Samael spread his hands, looking somewhat helpless.

"Last time I drank a glass of your wine and did three orders for you for free..."

The woman's icy blue eyes fixed on the unscrupulous businessman before her, and she spoke softly.

"Cooperation is a win-win situation, so you'll still make a profit."

Samael's eyes darted around, and he subconsciously raised his hand to touch the slightly itchy bridge of his nose.

"I earn more without you."

The woman rolled her eyes, and as she reached for the cup, she paused again, unable to resist asking to confirm once more.

"Are there really no additional conditions?"

"Yes, could you please wash the cup after you finish drinking?"

After repeated setbacks, Samael felt a dull ache in his fragile heart and slumped onto the counter, groaning weakly.

Upon hearing this, the woman, who had been given double insurance, lowered her guard, picked up her glass, and drank it all in one gulp. The sweet and refreshing liquor exploded on her taste buds, then flowed through her throat and stomach, transforming into a warm sensation that spread to her limbs and awakened her dormant cells.

Whew! That felt great!

The woman exhaled a breath of stale air, her brows relaxed, and a hint of pleasure and satisfaction appeared on her cold face. Even the man in front of her seemed much more pleasing to the eye.

Although this guy is a complete shrewd businessman, it must be said that the things he has are definitely worth more than their price.

The wines are the finest of the fine, far surpassing any other aged or branded wines.

Samael glanced at his old friend behind the counter, who was sitting with his eyes closed, enjoying a slight buzz, looking every bit the professional drunkard, and couldn't help but complain.

"I say, why are you all like this, you dream demons?"

Natalia Kaminsky is a professional bounty hunter whose main business is competing with the Church's "Agents" and the Magicians' Association's "Sealing Designated Executors" for valuable items from troublesome individuals who possess precious research findings.

Of course, those fugitives on the blacklist of the Holy Church and the Magic Association are generally not good people, and they certainly won't hand over their assets easily.

Therefore, she also took on the role of "scavenger" before retrieving those valuable mission targets.

Because her ancestor was a nightmare several generations ago, although she does not have the ability to stay young or regenerate, she possesses superhuman motor skills and the special ability to absorb emotions as a source of magical energy.

That's right, Natalia is very similar in blood to two white-haired creatures.

The only difference is that this one has a more human touch.

"you?"

The keen-nosed bounty hunter sensed hidden information in the boss's complaints, raised an eyebrow slightly, leaned forward, and asked with great curiosity.

Have you seen other nightmares?

"Ahem, I've...I've met you before..."

The ancient snake glanced at the pair of flabby flesh that were almost touching its face, subconsciously looked away, and turned its head to cough.

"Hmm, so shy? It's like you've never seen a woman before?"

The usually shrewd and composed businessman had such an unexpected reaction. Natalia's eyes flashed, and she moved even closer, lifting the man's chin with her hand and teasing him playfully.

"You're not still an innocent young boy, are you? For the sake of this drink, how about I help you grow up a bit?"

"Hehe, before you say that, I suggest you experience it for real first. If there's anything you don't understand, I can teach you."

Samael slapped away the female hooligan's hand, full of confidence and arrogance in his eyes.

Do you really think he doesn't know the tricks of the nightmare? He's seen it all.

It's just a nightmare; besides the one in front of him, he's seen two others.

Moreover, not only have I seen them, but I've also...

Samael's peripheral vision inadvertently swept over the cleavage beneath the hem of the garment, and a beautiful figure lying on the ground, weeping bitterly, involuntarily appeared before his eyes, making his mouth dry.

"So confident? Okay, then keep it."

Just as the ancient snake was lost in thought, a pale, white hand reached out and slapped his hand.

Samael instinctively looked down and was immediately greeted by a crumpled "Franklin" image.

"Keep the change, please……"

Natalia spoke with a playful tone, resting her smooth chin on her hand and looking at the man in front of her with a mocking expression, who seemed to have an inexplicable sense of superiority over this topic.

Go find your grandpa!

Samael snapped out of his daze, his face stiffened, and then turned as black as the bottom of a pot. He angrily threw the hundred-yuan bill at the female hooligan who wanted to seduce him.

Why do all nightmares have the potential to become seasoned drivers?

The man grumbled inwardly, trying to save face.

Besides, 100 yuan isn't enough!

Do you know what seven days and seven nights means? Do you know what it means to be unable to get out of bed?

Fortunately, the brief moment of amusement lasted only a moment. Having turned the tide, Natalie reached behind her back and began to list the supplies.

"Get down to business. Fix the stuff for me, and while you're at it, bring me 100 Fireblast Bombs, 100 Ice Barrage Bombs, 100 Sky Rift Bombs, 100 Curse Corrosion Bombs, 3 Holy Grenades, and the Holy Water from last time worked pretty well, much more reliable than what those charlatans at the church have, so bring me 7 more bottles..."

With a dull thud, the bulge at Natalia's lower back was revealed in its entirety on the table.

Colt M1911A1, a brand name product, shows signs of modification.

These Samael knew them all too well, because the one who modified them was himself.

Chapter Twenty-Eight: The Song of the Black Cat Pancake

"How did it get like this? You didn't use this to block a knife, did you?"

Samael, behind the counter, examined the two Colt M1911A1s on the table. When his gaze fell upon the crack that almost severed the barrel, his face darkened, and he asked a question.

"We ran into a tough opponent, and we didn't have any suitable weapons at the time."

Natalia shrugged, sat down at the front of the stage, and gave a casual reply.

As she spoke, the woman casually pulled a pack of cigarettes with a yin-yang symbol from her pocket, then flicked her wrist to release a crumpled cigarette before expertly putting it in her mouth.

But just as Natalia was frantically searching for a lighter, the cigarette in her mouth was snatched away by a reaching hand.

Smoking is prohibited in this store.

Samael pointed to the sign next to the counter and casually tossed the crumpled cigarette into the trash can.

"Tch, mind your own business!"

Natalia rolled her eyes at the other person, unconcerned, and then put her fingers into her pocket again as she spoke.

Samael scoffed, then reached out with his right hand and snatched the half-pack of crumpled cigarettes from Natalia's hand, his face full of disdain.

"I've already told you, don't smoke here anymore. When you're on my turf, you have to follow my rules."

That being said, the man did not throw the half-pack of cigarettes into the trash can. Instead, he casually stuffed it into a drawer, placing it alongside bundles of Franklin cigarettes and a few gold bars.

Yanlong brand cigarettes are an old relic from the Republic of China era in China. It seems that they were only produced in Taiwan and Hong Kong. They were basically only popular in a small circle. They were not made by a big company and can only be considered a niche, low-quality brand.

I wouldn't bother with the lottery, but it's definitely worth collecting.

After all, as far as he knew, the few people who were particularly fond of this brand were all very interesting individuals.

The necromancer Shishikatsu Kairi, the future red magician Aozaki Touko, and the half-blood dream demon Natalia before us.

"Boss, have some decency! You even blackmailed me for half a pack of cigarettes."

Seeing his food supplies taken away, the silver-haired old smoker grumbled with a dark face. However, in order to maximize profits, the woman casually pushed the two Colt M1911A1s on the table forward.

"Fine, since you took my things, you might as well help me see if you can fix them. Maybe they'll still work for me."