Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

Immediately, the ancient serpent looked at Abigail and, using the old trick of changing the subject, interrupted Lavinia's interrogation.

"I've got mine sorted out too. By the way, Abby, what about you?"

"Meow meow……"

"A slanted cat, ten-degree cat, one side meowing and the other meowing cat platform..."

Abigail crouched down and had an incredibly cute meowing conversation with the black cats around her. Then, she stood up, beaming with a smile, proudly raised her little hand, and nodded solemnly.

"We didn't have any exposed bees either, but... the cats said they didn't like the smell of bees; it wasn't sweet at all, and it even smelled a bit bad..."

Of course, as a product of vampire magic, the Dead Bee, strictly speaking, has the characteristics of a corpse and inevitably has a stench of decay.

Besides, whose bees are sweet? If you like that, just eat the honeycomb directly.

Samael muttered to himself for a moment, then gathered his thoughts and nodded to Elquite.

"I see a shop selling cone ice cream up ahead, do you want to come and try it with me?"

"I'll choose from the three!"

"Abby likes strawberry flavor! Also, can the cats eat with us?"

As the princess announced her discovery, the two outer goddess priestesses, still somewhat childlike in nature, couldn't help but brighten up and followed her with great anticipation.

Watching the three figures, one large and two small, disappear into the mist and vanish from sight, Samael glanced at Ode Bolzak, who was in a state of irrationality, both crying and laughing in the square, and casually snapped his fingers.

In an instant, a wisp of red and black flame shot out from the ancient serpent's fingertip, fluttering and landing on the demon bee envoy. As if it had encountered a large amount of oil, it immediately ignited the bee, and the flames burned fiercely.

Strangely, even as flames engulfed him, burning through his flesh and charring his bones, Od Bolzac continued to mutter maniacally, showing no sign of pain on his face.

Tsk tsk, as expected, the mental pollution from those two little girls is still terrifying. It would be best to keep a closer eye on them in the future.

Samael looked in the direction Lavinia and Abigail had gone and couldn't help but sigh.

In a moment, the giant human-shaped candle burned to ashes, leaving behind a pile of ash that drifted away in the wind.

And those Dead Apostle Bees hidden inside him, which in history would have caused even the seasoned Natalia to crash, were burned along with his remains by Samael, who was prepared in advance.

Thus ended the life of "Demon Bee Messenger" Ode Bolzac, leaving no trace of his sinful existence.

Done, call it a day!

Amidst the lingering smoke, Samael breathed a sigh of relief, stretched his limbs, and strode towards a certain spot in the alley.

As we passed through the thin mist, the scenery suddenly opened up before us: rows of houses, bustling streets, crowds, and a cacophony of sounds, creating the hustle and bustle of the world and washing away the eerie atmosphere from before.

Samael glanced back at the wisp of mist that had dissipated behind him, dusted himself off, and nodded in satisfaction.

Abigail and Lavinia, as the servants of Yog Sothos, the "Dominator of Time and Space" and the "Unifier of All Things," naturally possess some power to distort time and space. Together with Arcueid, the White Princess, who has the ability of [Illusion Manifestation], and Samael, the "First Cause," who also once wielded the power of time and space, the three of them could easily construct a small alternate dimension.

Therefore, once Od Bolzac was pulled into that bizarre underworld, he was destined to be trapped and die there.

If they still manage to fail like this, then these high-end combatants at the top of the food chain might as well give up and go to sleep.

After completely eliminating the potential danger, Samael walked out of the alley and saw three figures clinging to the mobile ice cream cart at the opposite street corner.

In recognition of the three women's achievements, Samael, unusually kind-hearted, stepped forward to pay their bill. Then, he flicked Abigail's smooth forehead with his finger and asked the winner of the game what she wanted for the reward.

"The sea! Sunshine! Summer! Icy and sweet lemonade, tart and red cranberries, and snow-white sand! Master, shall we go to the beach?!"

The little girl, her eyes sparkling, was filled with anticipation as she dreamed of her wonderful vacation.

"Meow!"

"Meow meow!"

At the same time, two special cat-shaped familiars at her feet, Rusa and Noshu, formed from the combined shadows of a group of cats, also chirped excitedly.

Lavinia and Arcueid, though silent, were clearly interested.

It's just a beach vacation. After deducting expenses, this deal is still profitable, since the bounty on Od Bolzac is quite high.

Under the girls' eager gaze, Samael stroked his chin thoughtfully for a moment, then smiled and nodded slightly in agreement, which was met with cheers from the girls.

Looking at those pretty faces beaming with joy, the ancient snake curled its lips in delight, muttering to itself.

What's more, it's a swimsuit!

This is a huge win for the mother!

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Chapter Fifty-Four: Bankrupt the Company!

Two weeks later, their visas expired, and the group, who had almost gone crazy with fun, had no choice but to obediently board a plane back home, ending their unforgettable trip abroad.

Incidentally, the so-called return to China naturally refers to the utterly immoral Dai Ying.

After all, Samael's pub is an anchor point in space extending from the ancient castle in the village of Blackmore, which serves as the headquarters of Parliament. This place is actually located in Cornwall, a place that the Serpent is quite familiar with.

In fact, to facilitate his actions, he not only had a complete set of British citizenship documents, but also multiple identity documents from Rome, America, and China, so many of them that they couldn't all fit in a drawer.

Given that the forged documents were even more convincing than the real ones, everyone's return journey was smooth sailing, with them even traveling in first class and enjoying the luxury of a publicly funded trip.

Anyway, before returning, Samael and the others agreed to send a long list of bills to the castle and ask the higher-ups to reimburse them.

At this moment, the large and small bags they brought off the plane are proof that they have been bribed.

It contains not only various hand puppets, snacks, and handicrafts, but also complete sets of classic novels and boxes of Parisian fashion, jewelry, and more...

Under the snake's seductive influence, neither the Outer God Priestess nor the True Ancestor of the Thousand-Year City could escape the fate of being corrupted. They collectively handed over the mess of public funds being used for lavish meals to a certain wise wolf who was guarding the slush fund, assessing the budget, and who might be losing fur again this year, giving him a headache.

"Stab!"

With a beautiful drift and tail-sliding maneuver, a sleek, jewel-blue Citroën came to a steady stop in front of the bar, leaving two charred tire tracks on the ground.

"Master, we're home!"

The two little girls, who had been crammed into the back seat and were getting a little tired of looking out the window at the scenery, couldn't wait to open the car door, open the trunk, pull out their suitcases that were stuffed full, and run excitedly towards their doorstep.

Meanwhile, Samael, inside the car, casually opened the underground garage door, drove in the new car he had found at the Paris Motor Show, and chose a nice corner spot.

There was no other way, because there were already nearly a hundred luxury cars here, covering almost all the well-known brands on the market, and the entire underground parking garage was almost overflowing.

As the serpent who gave humanity original sin, Samael has always been happy to confront his own desires and never shortchanges himself when he has the means, resulting in astonishingly high expenses.

If it weren't for the size of the parliament, its relatively substantial reserves, and the hard work of its lovely staff, it simply wouldn't be able to support someone's greed and extravagance.

Even so, due to his mismanagement of his private property, he almost brought the parliament to its knees.

This is precisely why the women in the castle, who are constantly exploited, always complain about their boss's inhumanity.

In response, a certain unscrupulous boss also offered a scathing rebuttal.

"I've fought wars my whole life, can't I at least enjoy myself?"

Of course, this rhetoric provoked a fierce attack from the women, who ganged up on him, gave Samael a sound beating, and ousted the ancient snake from the throne. They then took over the various functions of the council one by one.

The incompetent king, who fell victim to the overwhelming public opinion, naturally became a back-office employee who habitually slacked off and only occasionally logged on to do some administrative work.

After reminiscing about his glorious past, Samael sighed for a moment, then walked from the underground garage to the bar, picked up a bottle of Lafite, a local specialty he had brought back from his trip to France, poured himself a drink, and savored the fine wine that exuded the taste of money with satisfaction.

"Hmm? It smells so good! What's this smell...?"

Just as the ancient snake was habitually enjoying its luxurious life, a figure flashed out from outside the door, sniffed with shining eyes, darted to the front of the table, skillfully found some wine utensils for itself, picked up the decanter, filled a glass with wine, tilted its head back and drank it all in one gulp.

"Hoo! Cool!"

Natalia slammed the cup down on the table, a slight blush rising to her fair cheeks.

"Snapped!"

The female hunter licked her cherry lips and reached out again to touch the decanter, which still had a lot of wine left. However, the aggrieved party, whose face had darkened, slapped the bottle away.

"Boss, good things should be shared. I'll treat you next time if necessary."

Natalia swished her glass dismissively, offering her own twisted logic as a seasoned alcoholic.

"Let's do it this time, not next time."

Samael spoke with a forced smile, his gaze fixed intently on Natalia, secretly grumbling to himself.

Not only do they come to my place every few days to freeload drinks, but last time they even extorted money from me! What? Do you Nightmare Demons have a grudge against me? You're always trying to fleece me! Don't you know you're going bald?!

Moreover, I took care of Odd Bolzac for you this time, and I took the blame for you. If you have any conscience at all, you should at least repay me, right?

"Where were we? Oh, right, it's time for lunch, isn't it?"

The female hunter raised her hand and tapped her head, blinked and looked to the side, waving to the group she had already become familiar with.

"Arquette, Abby, two Wellington steaks, two Black Cat crepes, ten egg tarts, extra sugar, and two servings of the crème brûlée from last time..."

"OK, just a second!"

The girls in the kitchen nodded and quickly got to work.

Samael, who was being deliberately ignored, had veins bulging on his forehead as he gave a sinister warning to a certain tough guy.

"Hey, look carefully! This is a bar! Not a restaurant where you can freeload!"

"Then... a pitcher of dark beer, please? Iced, please..."

"..."

Samael's lips twitched violently, and the cold, menacing look in his eyes made Natalia, who was being stared at, feel a chill run down her spine.

"Don't get excited, don't get excited, I'll just pay this time, okay..."

"Sincerely yours, £2000!"

"So expensive? Why don't you just rob someone?!"

"This is the price, so take it or leave it!"

Seeing the man's unfriendly expression, Natalia, hoping to continue freeloading in the future, finally gave in and obediently paid the exorbitant bill for the meal.

Ha, having two Outer God witches cook for you, a True Ancestor from a Thousand-Year City serve you dishes, and the Council's ultimate boss mix your drinks—I'm losing money even if I charge you 2000 for this service.

Just as Samael, who had finally managed to turn the tide, was complaining and searching for the dark beer in the liquor cabinet, a wicked hand reached for the half-empty bottle of Lafite left on the table, sneakily pulled it in front of him, and gulped it down.

As he turned around and realized he had been ripped off again, Samael was helpless against this scoundrel and could only roll his eyes.

"Alright, boss, calm down. Look what I brought you."

Just as the ancient serpent was feeling depressed, Natalia finished her bottle of Lafite, then carried a black briefcase over by hand, placed it on the counter, opened it, and pushed it in front of Samael.

"Tunisian fig brandy, palm wine, and specialty date wine? These are wonderful things."

Samael glanced at them and was somewhat surprised, calling out the local specialties placed on the black velvet one by one.

It is well known that Islam prohibits alcohol. Interestingly, seemingly contradictory Islamic traditions and secularism, Arab culture and Western European civilization, coexist harmoniously in Tunisia, forming a unique drinking culture.

Among them, the most famous fig brandy is a good product that is no less than French and Spanish rosé wines.

"Keep it safe. I know you like collecting these things, so it's a gift for you."

"What's wrong with you today? Why are you being so generous?"

"I've been eating and drinking for free for so long, I have to make it up to you, right? Besides, I promised to treat you, I can't go back on my word, can I?"

Natalia smiled slightly and waved her hand.

"At least you have some conscience..."

Samael's brows relaxed, and he hummed softly as he closed the box and casually placed it under the bar, awaiting the evening's tasting. His gaze towards Natalia softened slightly.

Although all nightmares have a sleazy personality, this woman undoubtedly has the strongest sense of humanity.

Despite her usual sharp tongue and greed, she still cares about each other to some extent, and being with her is the most comfortable thing to do. This is why Samael is willing to go to great lengths to eliminate potential threats to Natalia.

Because they are each other's friends.

Two figures, understanding each other without words, chatted and drank at the bar over a bottle of dark beer, and the atmosphere gradually became harmonious.

"The food is here!"

A moment later, Arcueid led Lavinia to serve the freshly cooked food.

"OK, thanks."

Natalia took the plate, divided the food into two portions, kept one for herself, and placed the other on a table in front of the bar, waving towards the door.

"No need to guard anymore, the alert is lifted, come in and have some food."