Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

"Big Sister, what are we having for lunch?"

"I've been learning Indian cooking lately, how about I make you some curry rice?"

Martha answered casually, her eyes sparkling with a hint of eager anticipation after not having cooked for several days.

"Great idea! And while you're at it, get some aperitifs. I know he has a bottle of Ace of Spades Champagne hidden on the third shelf in his cabinet! It's a limited edition!"

Natalia's true colors were revealed, full of instigation.

"I want a drink too! And an extra Wellington steak!"

Arcueid, whose appetite was already whetted by the temptation, couldn't help but raise his hand to join in the fun.

"No problem, we just received a new batch of M9 Australian Wagyu beef a few days ago."

Martha nodded enthusiastically and generously, writing down the diners' requests word for word in her notebook.

As they spoke, the three of them stood up one after another, excitedly discussing how to ruin someone's collection, and headed to the bar without looking back.

That can't be right, when did vampires develop brains?

Samael, left all alone to squat in the bushes, glanced back at a certain blond True Ancestor who represented the intelligence level of vampires and whose eyes would light up when talking about eating, drinking, and lying down. He picked up a pebble, drew circles on the ground in frustration, and muttered to himself.

Alright, even horses can stumble, and snakes can slip. I hereby formally declare:

The entrapment operation ended in failure.

Seeing the three people walking further and further away, Samael decisively got up, turned around, and followed them.

"Fuu! Fuu!"

At this moment, angry low growls came from behind. Fufu, who had been a tool dog for two days and two pages and was still standing still, looked at the figure of someone about to run away and jumped up and down, baring her teeth and roaring angrily.

"Ah, I forgot..."

Samael tapped his head, gave an awkward but polite chuckle, and then tossed the pebble between his fingers, precisely severing the binding ropes that bound Fufu.

"Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap!"

Instantly, the freed white figure leaped onto Samael's shoulder with lightning speed, its chubby paws unleashing a furious barrage of blows on that handsome yet detestable face.

"Cathie Palug, you ferocious beast, have you forgotten the kindness I've shown you over the years? With your adorable appearance, you've bewitched countless 'meatball lovers,' causing riots that I always had to clean up. This time, you're completely useless. I should never have adopted such an ungrateful creature!"

The debt of gratitude for being cared for?

Fufu recalled her experience on Avalon Island, where she was left all alone outside, wandering around for thousands of years as a gatekeeper for some sleeping guy. Her purple eyes flickered for a moment.

Help me quell the riots?

Then, Fufu thought of how whenever she was caught by the beautiful females in the castle, held in their arms and stroked wildly, or when they were about to do some intimate interactions such as bathing together, a certain snake would "coincidentally" appear, denouncing and chasing her, this "lustful beast," but its eyes were never on her.

Moreover, on several occasions she mistakenly entered bathhouses where beautiful females were bathing, and each time she felt the process was confusing. Her fragmented memories told her that she seemed to have been slipped in through a crack in the door...

"Ugh, you filthy snake! (That scum deserves to die!)"

In an instant, Fufu's gaze shifted from somber to indignant, and then from indignant to ferocious. She swung her two front legs in quick succession, delivering a left hook and a right hook, relentlessly attacking that hateful handsome face.

"You eat my food, drink my water, and you still dare to scratch me? You've gone too far!"

Samael, pinned beneath him, raised a fierce brow and fought back.

After a fierce and evenly matched struggle, the disheveled beast and the man with the bruises on his face finally calmed down and sat down on the grass, staring at each other.

"Forget it, let's make peace. If this drags on any longer, they'll ruin all the good stuff I've stored up."

"Fu!"

A moment later, driven by the most important matter at hand, the man and the beast rubbed their empty bellies, reached a tacit agreement, and rushed to the bar headquarters.

As noon approached, the number of vehicles and pedestrians on the road increased.

However, the human and the beast, both possessing extraordinary perception, encountered no obstacles whatsoever and moved through the road with ease.

However, not everyone is as gifted as they are.

"Woo!"

Just then, as Samael approached the bar, a sharp car horn sounded. Looking up, Gu She was shocked to see a tanker truck speeding down the slope, uncontrollably running over the black-haired woman who was standing unknowingly by the roadside.

"Get out of the way!"

Seeing a road tragedy about to unfold, Samael frowned, darted out, and pulled the woman from the roadside back, narrowly avoiding the oncoming tanker truck.

At the same time, the ancient snake's magical power surged and abruptly pulled the handbrake, stopping the out-of-control vehicle.

"Stab!"

With a screeching sound of tires, the tanker truck came to a stop on the side without any serious injury. Immediately afterward, a fat man covered in cold sweat poked his shiny bald head out of the driver's seat, looking extremely frightened.

Samael noticed the driver's strong smell of smoke, bloodshot eyes, and the half-empty can of beer in the cab, and frowned slightly.

It seems this is most likely trouble caused by driving while fatigued.

However, this is not surprising. According to rough estimates, more than one million people die in traffic accidents worldwide each year.

As a developed country, the UK, due to its earlier industrialization and the large circulation of automobiles, also saw a staggering 24 traffic accidents in 2000.

As usual, Samael called the traffic police, went through the process of giving his statement, and then prepared to leave to go back to eat.

Unexpectedly, his arm was grabbed tightly by the woman next to him, who was still in shock.

"Help me, my... my legs are weak..."

The woman's face was deathly pale, her hands and feet were cold and trembling, clearly she was terrified from her near-death experience. Her half-body, unable to support itself, instinctively leaned against the arms of her savior.

Upon closer inspection, it must be said that the woman is very beautiful.

She wore a magnificent black evening gown that accentuated her slender waist and graceful curves. Her delicate shoulders were exposed, and her thick, waist-length black hair cascaded down like a waterfall, exuding a faint fragrance.

Her deep blue eyes, like sparkling gems, were set in her beautifully sculpted face, which resembled marble. Her delicate features possessed both softness and a touch of sharpness, blending together to create a noble and mysterious quality.

At this moment, the woman, whose psychological defenses had been shattered due to the unexpected turn of events, exuded a sense of vulnerability that came from beneath a veneer of vulnerability.

"There's a bar up ahead. Why don't you go in and have a drink to calm your nerves?"

Samael felt pity for her and helped the girl, whose fortune or misfortune was unknown, to offer her polite advice.

Upon hearing the invitation, the woman readily agreed and followed Samael to the bar entrance.

"Devil May Cry? That's... the name of a bar?"

The woman looked up at the string of characters on the illuminated sign in front of the bar and couldn't help but read them aloud.

"Yeah, I just picked it randomly."

The habitual plagiarist answered casually without batting an eye, then led the customer he had lured from the street to the bar, thoughtfully arranged for her to sit down, and Samael himself skillfully mixed her a cocktail with a calming effect.

After downing a glass of wine, the woman's tension eased somewhat, and the hand holding the glass gradually stopped trembling. She then composed herself and solemnly thanked the bar owner who had saved her. The two exchanged names and began chatting.

The woman's name was "Lucia," and she was a German tourist visiting England. Cornwall, the birthplace of King Arthur, was naturally a must-see for her. She even rented a room in a nearby hotel, intending only to go out for a stroll and try some local delicacies. Little did she expect that she would almost suffer a terrible accident.

Samael expressed his deep understanding and sympathy for this and patiently comforted him.

After all, England, as a peninsula nation, has rather unique traffic rules, requiring drivers to drive on the left, which is quite different from Germany's right-hand traffic rules.

When entering an unfamiliar environment, it is difficult to break long-standing habits in a short time. It is understandable to feel at a loss when faced with sudden changes.

Not to mention this ordinary tourist, even Samael back then, when England entered industrial society, it took him a long time to adapt to these traffic rules, which were also quite awkward for him.

If he hadn't been quick enough to dodge, he would have been in several car accidents as well.

"Thank you for your help today. If it weren't for you, I'm afraid I would be lying in the morgue."

After finally calming down, Rukia noticed several figures peeking out from the kitchen from time to time. She tactfully got up to thank them and quietly left.

"What? Aren't you going to invite her to dinner? It seems like she's taken a liking to you. Based on my experience, things are likely to get interesting."

Natalia leaned closer, nudged Samael's shoulder with her elbow, and looked at him with a mocking gaze.

"Then may I ask, is your experience based on real-world experience or mere conjecture?"

Samael retorted, secretly cursing in his heart.

You haven't even opened it yourself, and you have the nerve to teach me?!

Natalia, caught off guard by the retort, was momentarily speechless. Frustrated and embarrassed, she grumbled in response.

"They've been gone for half an hour, what are you still looking at?"

"Can you please stop looking at me with such filthy eyes? Do you think I'm that kind of person?"

Samael stroked his chin, hesitated for a moment, then frowned and muttered to himself.

"Speaking of which, I don't know why, but I feel like Rukia looks a little familiar..."

Natalia and Arcueid were taken aback by what they heard.

"You used the same approach when you struck up a conversation with us back then."

However, before the two could think it over, Martha, who was carrying a bowl of curry rice to the table, rolled her eyes and angrily revealed someone's secrets.

"Pooh!"

The women snapped out of their daze, their eyes filled with disdain. They spat heavily at someone, then ignored Samael, who was sitting there with a twitching mouth, and gathered around the table to eat.

Rukia...

Am I overthinking it?

Samael muttered to himself, gazed into the distance for a moment, and shook his head inwardly.

After the meal, the ancient snake seized the opportunity and made a quick escape. Arcueid and Natalia reacted slightly slower, but they also quickly found an excuse, pushed their plates aside, and rushed upstairs. Even Fou, seeing that things were not going well, quickly moved away and ran away as well. Martha looked at the empty surroundings and the messy table and kitchen, twitched her lips, and cursed these lazy good-for-nothings in her heart.

Since the trapping operation failed, everyone was at a loss for what to do, so they simply lay down to rest and closed the door early.

The next day, as soon as the bar door opened, Fufu, who had been cooped up all night, couldn't wait to rush out through the crack and run around having fun.

But the little one was picked up by two fair fingers and held in a warm embrace, receiving a caress.

When the door was fully opened, Samael saw the figure with a lady's handbag hanging from his arm, squatting in front of the door, lovingly rubbing a small white animal against his cheek.

"Ahem, this dog is so cute..."

Caught red-handed, Rukia blushed slightly and coughed awkwardly to explain, then released Fou and quickly changed the subject.

"Mr. Samael, I'd like to take a walk around the area. Are you free today? If so, would it be convenient for you to be my guide for the day?"

The black-haired girl softly stated her request, bowed respectfully, and gazed expectantly at the trustworthy "good person" before her.

Is this... being asked out?

The intimate contact of taking his arm and the soft object pressing against his arm pleased Samael greatly, so he readily accepted the invitation.

There's no way around it, he's just that helpful.

"How filthy! How shameful!"

Watching the two lovers walk away chatting and laughing together, the Holy Maiden pursed her cherry lips, indignantly rebuking them, and couldn't help but doubt her faith once again.

"There's nothing we can do, men just like that."

Natalia shrugged, then hooked her arm around Martha's nape and urged her on with ill intent.

"Boss, you'd better try your best! First come, first served! If you're willing to pay, I can hold your hands and feet down!"

"Shut up! Don't let those filthy thoughts into my head, you shameless slut! Repent!"

Martha was furious and punished Natalia with her iron fists, striking her hard several times until Natalia became obedient.

However, while punishing the nightmare demon, the purple-haired saintess's eyes occasionally glanced in the direction the two had gone, her gaze showing a hint of unease.

If it were possible to guide our Lord back to the right path...

At this moment, Arcueid, who had been ignoring the two's quarrel, squatted on the ground and stared at Fou, who was sobbing in front of the door and seemed to be somewhat frightened. Her gaze sharpened, and she spoke softly.

"Don't you guys think that woman looks familiar?"

Chapter 64 Where is this big, long-haired, black-haired mature woman like me? (4.3k views)

Along the way, Samael and Lucia walked together, taking the foreign tourist around and exploring most of the neighborhood.

With thousands of years of history, the ancient snake is very familiar with Cornwall. It can easily tell you all sorts of stories, anecdotes about famous people, and interesting past events. Its magnetic voice and poetic tone make it more competent than a professional tour guide.

Rukia also seemed very interested, listening attentively and occasionally interjecting to keep the conversation flowing. The two got along very well and were quite compatible.

To show his hospitality, Samael not only invited Lucia to sample various local delicacies, but also leisurely accompanied the foreign tourist as she caught a batch of seafood, which was then delivered to a special restaurant for a delicious seafood feast.