Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

"It's in such a state, there's no point in fixing it, it can only be reworked."

Samael glanced at the two mangled pistols and immediately condemned his practice piece to death.

Over the course of a century, in order to avoid "wear and tear" and to maintain his enthusiasm for life, he always had to find some hobbies and entertainment to pass the time.

Guns, games, and ACG merchandise are all among my interests.

To this end, he even impersonated an enthusiastic fan and wrote letters to several well-known game companies in the industry, suggesting that they increase their performance and innovation.

I don't know if it was because of the intervention of "God's hand" that the birth of the Famicom and other things was much earlier than in history.

"Anyway, this kind of thing should have been phased out a long time ago. How about trying some new products? I have some good stuff here."

At that moment, the ancient snake spoke, then turned and pulled the wine cabinet open from the center.

Suddenly, the hidden compartments on the entire wall behind the liquor cabinet were filled with weapons ranging from small items like bullets, grenades, and pistols to large items like bullet guns, rocket launchers, grenade launchers, and two-handed greatswords, leaving one speechless with astonishment.

"Let's take a look at the first one. It's made of magic steel and mixed with a bit of precious mithril. Apart from the slightly girly color scheme, its power is undeniable. It can penetrate defensive spells with a chant of less than three bars. Moreover, each gun has a different effect."

The man raised his hand and laid out four ornately designed pistols, each inlaid with various gemstones on its central axis and painted pink, in a row. He picked one up and handed it to Natalia, introducing it to the customer with great interest.

"For example, this one can briefly generate a magic barrier when hit, which can withstand a powerful attack, probably the kind that even an M1 main battle tank shell can't penetrate."

Natalia took the pink pistol, looked at the delicate brushed texture on the gun body, and her gaze was involuntarily drawn to the two lines of inscriptions on the side of the barrel. She subconsciously opened her mouth and read the contents.

“Sage, ever strong…”

Its meaning is that of a sage, who is forever steadfast.

On one side of the grip is the weapon's name—Scarborough Fair, while the butt is adorned with a metal ring decorated with sage patterns.

Sage, according to legend, is the plant that sheltered the infant Jesus Christ from Herod's pursuers, and is therefore blessed by the Messiah, possessing special properties in mysticism.

However, Natalia only glanced at it before throwing the overly flamboyant and extravagant-looking thing back at her.

"Be careful, it's very expensive!"

Samael hurriedly caught it, giving a light snort of annoyance.

But the snake, still unwilling to give up, turned around and picked up two black and gold short guns from the counter, continuing to try and sell them.

"If you're not satisfied, take a look at these two: [Agate Rose]. Absolutely fairy craftsmanship, excellent magical conductivity, and each bullet carries a certain degree of fairy curse effect, which suits your bloodline perfectly."

This time, however, Natalia didn't even bother to glance at it, simply rolling her eyes.

"The two gems on your gun weigh over a hundred grams each. Do I look like someone who can afford to buy them?"

"Tch, you should have said you didn't have money earlier..."

Upon hearing this, Samael immediately lost interest and put away his treasured possession, then felt a sense of disappointment and frustration.

"I said, bounty hunters don't earn much, so how come you're living such a miserable life?"

Upon hearing this, Natalia looked at the man before her and asked a question.

"How much does one of your special bullets cost?"

"Friendly price, $10..."

"Where is the Holy Hand Grenade?"

"This one is a bit pricey, I'll charge you 1000."

"How much do I get paid for a single deal?"

"It's hard to say. It could be a few thousand less or a few tens of thousands to a hundred thousand US dollars more. The execution time also needs to be calculated in months. It's a rare big order, worth hundreds of thousands. You might not even encounter one once a year."

"So, guess why I'm living such a miserable life?"

Faced with the bounty hunter's disdain and the class-hatred gaze emanating from his azure eyes, Samael coughed repeatedly, speechless for a moment.

It seems that the prices of necessities for this line of work are a bit high.

Natalia merely expressed her disdain and did not pursue the matter further.

As she said before, the items in this guy's shop, although ridiculously expensive, are basically worth more than their price. For example, that pistol from earlier, although priced high, just the cat's eye-sized gem on it is enough for an ordinary person to live comfortably for a year.

Moreover, the product's effectiveness, as demonstrated by Natalia herself through repeated trials, is undeniable; it saved her life on several dangerous occasions.

Otherwise, she wouldn't have ventured into this run-down tavern and become an easy target.

"Alright, it will take me quite a while to work on this pile of junk."

Seeing that the business had failed, Samael, knowing he was in the wrong, had a rare moment of conscience and took the two half-damaged Colt M1911A1s to the counter. He examined them carefully and frowned as he considered how to repair them.

During the long wait, while someone was deep in thought, Natalia stole the remaining half-bottle of whiskey from the counter, and listlessly slumped down in front of it, basking in the sun and drinking alone.

Hmm? It smells so good!

Suddenly, Natalia's expression brightened, her nostrils flared, and she immediately smelled a rich aroma of wheat, which also awakened the hunger in her stomach.

Looking around, you can vaguely see a small figure busy in front of the stove.

A cheerful yet strangely eerie nursery rhyme, accompanied by a childish voice, drifted from the kitchen.

"Baking pancakes with a black cat? Meow? Putting the black cat on the pancakes? Meow? The black cat's pancakes are done, the black cat is baking pancakes~~~~~? Meow meow?"

Chapter Twenty-Nine: Is Abby a Bad Kid?

"Is it almost lunchtime? Since we're already here, why don't we grab something to eat together?"

Samael noticed Natalia's unusual behavior, stopped what he was doing, casually extended an invitation, then turned to look at the kitchen and waved with a smile.

"Abby, two servings of Black Cat's baked mooncakes."

“I’ll be right soon!”

Immediately, the petite figure in front of the stove responded with joy, quickly plated the prepared food, and then hurriedly ran to deliver the two orders to the counter.

The little girl delivering the food was blonde with blue eyes, wearing a cute black bow and a loose bubble dress.

With her hair swept back, two small white bandages were placed on her smooth forehead, adding to her charmingly innocent look.

The little girl's smile was sweet and radiant, like the warm afternoon sun.

But for some reason, the moment their eyes met, Natalia felt a chill run down her spine, as if she could vaguely see the madness and danger hidden beneath the innocence.

"Please enjoy Abbit's Black Cat Baked Pancake!"

Until the little girl laboriously tiptoed, held the plate high, and enthusiastically presented the prepared delicious food to Natalia.

The silver-haired, half-blooded nightmare seemed to awaken from a dream, nodding his thanks.

Looking at the little guy with a pure smile in front of her, Natalia shook her head to dispel the absurd thoughts from her mind and couldn't help but rub her forehead and laugh at herself.

Why are you being so suspicious? Could it be that you're under too much work pressure lately?

However, just as Natalia picked up her knife and fork to eat, a question from beside her made her hands freeze in mid-air, and a stiff expression appeared on her face.

"Abby, isn't this the Black Cat Baked Pancake you made? Where's the Black Cat?"

[Baking pancakes with a black cat? Meow? Putting the black cat on the pancakes? Meow? The black cat's pancakes are done! Black cat baking pancakes~~~~~? Meow meow?]

In a daze, the nursery rhyme that had sounded somewhat pleasant at first, but then seemed strangely bizarre upon closer listening, and seemed quite wrong upon closer listening, involuntarily echoed in Natalia's mind, and the golden-brown baked flatbread on the table suddenly became unpalatable.

"Ah, I forgot, that's good, that's good!"

Upon hearing this, the little girl slapped her forehead and hurriedly ran back to the kitchen, carrying a soft plastic bottle filled with a reddish-black viscous liquid. She then jumped onto a small stool, leaned over the counter, and began to carefully work on the baked flatbread on the plate.

"finished!"

After working for about ten minutes, the blonde, blue-eyed girl raised her hands high and cheered, happily showing her freshly made creation to the two diners.

On each of their baked flatbreads, a "black cat" with a curled tail was crouching on it.

The female nightmare picked up the knife, scraped off a bit of the reddish-black juice, and tasted it on her tongue. A slightly sour and sweet flavor bloomed on her taste buds.

It's ketchup and cocoa juice...

Natalia realized what she meant and burst into laughter.

Looks like I really need to take a break after finishing this deal.

With a sigh, the bounty hunter immediately picked up his knife and fork and quickly dismembered "Black Cat." He then wrapped the remains in a golden-brown baked flatbread, stuffed it into his mouth, and chewed it to fill his rumbling stomach.

To make up for her earlier suspicions, Natalia's usually sharp face broke into a rare smile as she earnestly praised the young chef before her.

"Did you make this? It tastes really good, thank you."

"Hello! If you don't mind, you can just call me Abby."

Upon hearing this, the blonde, blue-eyed little girl immediately smiled broadly, happily raising her small hand to shake hands with Natalia's slender fingers.

Then, with great curiosity, Abby chattered on about the bounty hunter's rich experiences, her azure eyes sparkling with longing and envy.

The vanity that is inevitable in living beings is greatly satisfied under this gaze. Even Natalia, who usually greets people with a cold face when she enters, can't help but feel happy and fond of the cute little girl in front of her.

In just a few minutes, the two figures, one tall and one short, became acquainted.

Seemingly seeing the two chatting happily, Samael also came over with a plate, looked at the lifelike black cat on the baked flatbread, and praised it highly.

"Tsk tsk, the brushwork, the painting, it's truly exceptional, very impressive, you have real artistic talent, Abby..."

“No, no…”

Under such praise, the little girl, who had clearly become a bit shy, blushed and lowered her head in embarrassment.

"So, the ink on my face, you drew it on?"

"Yes!"

With an unexpected twist, the little girl, unaware of the wickedness of human nature, nodded unconsciously in a daze. It wasn't until Abby came to her senses that she realized she had let something slip.

"Snapped!"

With a sharp crack, a sudden smack landed on Abby's head. Samael, having caught the culprit, sneered.

Snakes hold grudges, so don't think he's forgotten what just happened.

"Who told you...who told you, Master...not to play with us? You promised, but you lied again...Abby isn't a bad kid, Master is the bad guy!"

The little girl, clutching her head and wailing, pouted and squatted on the ground, tearfully accusing an adult of their crimes.

"Master?"

Upon hearing this, Natalia immediately thought of several scumbags with some kind of weird fetish who had died at her hands. Her gaze turned cold as she scrutinized the man before her with the same look she gave him as if he were trash.

"Ahem, don't misunderstand, it's the teacher's idea..."

Samael's face stiffened, and he quickly waved his hand, offering a half-truthful explanation.

“Abby is one of my students. Her family had an accident, so she was put in my care. Usually, she is taken care of by several of my female relatives and friends, but it was only recently that I took over her care.”

Natalia, her face full of suspicion, turned to look at the somewhat bewildered little girl. Only when the honest, good child in front of her timidly nodded did the female succubus's wariness dissipate slightly.

Seeing that his suspicions had been cleared, Samael quietly breathed a sigh of relief and secretly wiped away the non-existent sweat from his forehead.

He was certainly not some perverted pedophile, and having Abby address him as "Master" was merely to satisfy his own little perverse pleasure.

After all, one needs some hobbies to live a long life.

Just as the atmosphere on the field was gradually calming down, a sudden, cold voice came from somewhere and echoed in everyone's ears.

"The soup is ready..."

Startled, the two adults felt their hearts race and instinctively tensed their muscles, simultaneously adopting a defensive posture.

"Lavinia Vitley! How many times have I told you not to suddenly appear like this? You'll scare people to death, you know that?!"

Samael, who was the first to react, stared at the little girl in the corner with white hair, pink eyes, heavy dark circles under her eyes, and a black dress that accentuated her gloomy aura, and went crazy complaining.

"The soup is ready, does anyone want some?"

The white-haired little girl with a gloomy demeanor asked questions in a flat, emotionless voice, clearly not impressed by the Master's verbal instruction.

"Oh, right, Master, and Sister Natalia, I almost forgot after talking to you for so long. Because I was worried that you wouldn't have enough to eat, Lavinia made a pot of meat and potato soup in the kitchen. I'll bring it over for you now."

Abby slapped his forehead and quickly explained, then ran to the white-haired little girl's side, took the gloomy girl's hand, hummed the previous melody, and happily ran back to the kitchen to prepare.

"this?"

"Too……"

The man answered listlessly, clearly exhausted by the troublesome children behind him.

It turned out to be just a false alarm...