Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

Meanwhile, under the threat of death, Ritsuka Shuse's mind raced, and he suddenly had a brilliant idea to drag the other party down with him.

"Moreover, if this gets out, Aoko will definitely suspect your intentions in getting close to her. All the efforts you made to prevent the sisters Aoko and Tokiko from fighting each other by using this identity will be in vain!"

Tsk, this woman is surprisingly clever for once.

Samael snorted coldly and loosened his grip on Ritsuka's shoulder slightly, having inadvertently exposed the flaws in this threat.

"Since things have already come to this, let's just make the best of a bad situation."

Realizing that things might be turning around, Ritsuka Shuse decisively seized the opportunity and cautiously made a suggestion.

"That's right, we're all in the same boat now, we can't be so petty."

After a moment's thought, Samael seemed to accept the reconciliation. He smiled and patted Ritsuka Shuse on the shoulder in a friendly manner. Then, he changed the subject and spoke in a slightly seductive tone with a smile.

"Since we're all in this together, we should help each other out. How about I introduce you to a job?"

"No, that's not necessary..."

Although the man in front of her had a bright smile, Zhou Se Ritsuka could vaguely sense a hint of conspiracy in him and subconsciously shook his head.

"You don't trust me, which puts me in a difficult position."

Samael spoke softly, his hand resting on the iron railing, and with a slight twist, he braided it into a pretzel.

Realizing the overwhelming threat and the unequal negotiations, Ritsuka Shuse asked listlessly with a mournful face.

"How much is the salary? I need to support myself, right?"

"A monthly salary of 30,000..."

"This... Japanese yen?"

"...US dollars!"

"hiss!"

As Samael slowly and deliberately drew out his words, Ritsuka Shuse gasped, swallowed hard, and his wide-open pupils were instantly filled with the "$" symbol. The extremely tempting sentence kept repeating in his mind.

Thirty thousand... US dollars!

Ritsuka Shuse swallowed hard, mustering the last shred of his rationality, and forced himself to remain calm as he spoke, a sly glint in his eyes.

"Uh, I need to think about it..."

Samael glanced at Ritsuka Shuse, smiled with narrowed eyes, and slowly extended two fingers to make another offer.

"Twenty thousand!"

"Wait a minute, this isn't right, is it?"

Ritsuka Shuse's expression froze, his face full of astonishment, his thoughts a jumbled mess.

"Fifteen thousand!"

"Stop, stop, stop! If you want to attract me, shouldn't you raise the price? Why are you lowering it!"

"Ten thousand!"

"Thirty thousand, it's thirty thousand, so it's thirty thousand, I'll do it!"

"Eight thousand! This is the last time..."

Samael's smile grew even brighter, and the iron railing in his hand snapped in two, effortlessly being crumpled into a hot ball.

"Fine, I'll do it, okay..."

Seeing that he was about to lose his life if he kept nagging, Zhou Se Ritsuka, who had negotiated his salary down from 30,000 to 8,000, was heartbroken and his voice was trembling slightly as he responded, even carrying a hint of sobbing.

Samael observed Ritsuka Shuse's heartbroken expression for a long time before finally speaking softly.

"Alright, let's sign the contract first. From now on, you're a member of the council."

"The Parliament? The Dark Parliament? You're one of them!"

"Hmm, I'm the council's intelligence officer. Now you believe I have the ability to pay you this salary, right?"

As the ancient serpent spoke, it retrieved a standard employment contract from the council from within the spatial barrier and casually tossed it to the new employee in front of it.

Zhou Se Ritsuka looked at the iconic ouroboros pattern at the top of the homepage and the serial number 1193, and couldn't help but be somewhat shocked.

As someone in the industry, she was somewhat aware of the prestige of the parliament and had heard that the benefits there were exceptionally good.

Driven by both intimidation and self-interest, Ritsuka Shuse's resistance diminished considerably.

Eight thousand it is. Eight thousand US dollars is far beyond her current salary level, enough for her to squander.

After examining the contract for a moment and confirming that there were no obvious pitfalls, the girl wrote her name with a flourish, amidst a bittersweet feeling.

"Alright, I have something to do, I'll be going now."

Samael took back the contract with satisfaction, threw it into the spatial barrier, then casually tossed out a phone number before turning and leaving.

"Go call this number and ask about the time and place to report for duty. They will assign you a job."

Is this it?

Having successfully switched jobs, Ritsuka Zhou felt a sense of unreal fantasy as she thought about the high salary of eight thousand US dollars a month, and subconsciously pinched her cheek.

As the stinging pain struck, the girl finally realized that she had successfully turned her life around and joined the ranks of high-income white-collar workers.

Telephone! Yes, make a phone call!

Lured by the salary, Ritsuka Shuse excitedly waved his fist in the air, then clutched the slip of paper and rushed into the nearest phone booth to try dialing the number on the paper.

After a series of dial tones, the call was successfully connected, and Ritsuka Shuse's heart, which had been pounding wildly, finally calmed down.

"Hello, I am a newly hired employee in Misaki City. I am now submitting my onboarding process to you."

"Ritsuka Shuse, right? Yeah, I got it."

Meanwhile, Holo, the wise wolf in the castle, was munching on an apple and casually answering questions, appearing somewhat nonchalant.

Suppressing his excitement, Ritsuka Zhou asked cautiously.

"Excuse me, when and where should I report for duty?"

"Reporting for duty? No need, your file has already been taken away and your tasks have been assigned."

"what?"

“From today onwards, you will be the council’s liaison in Misaki City, reporting directly to Samael.”

"What?! That guy is my boss?! I'm requesting a transfer!"

The unexpected result prompted Ritsuka Shuuse, who was intimidated by someone, to protest repeatedly.

She's not stupid. She just tricked the other side, and that guy is so petty, it's no wonder he'd seek revenge.

"Transferring positions? Does it make a difference? Since you made the agreement with him, you'll be under his control no matter where you go. We can't help you with this."

Holo glanced at the special notes in the database regarding the synchronization of this file and muttered slowly.

Seeing that she was about to be bound to that man, Ritsuka Zhou immediately raised her voice, sounding indignant.

"Why should he?! He didn't run the council!"

"Uh, actually, he really did run the council..."

After a moment of hesitation on the phone, he calmly uttered his reply.

In an instant, Ritsuka Shuse, who had been shouting about reporting, justice, and workplace bullying, was struck dumb, his body stiff as a board, and his heart almost leaping out of his chest.

The girl remained silent for a long time, her eyes filled with disbelief.

"You mean..."

"If I remember correctly, he's usually called 'Speaker' outside..."

"thump!"

Suddenly, a dull thud came from inside the phone booth.

Holo, who was in the office, had a rare moment of conscience. She scratched her head and kindly asked what was wrong.

"What's wrong with you? Newbie?"

"I...my legs are weak..."

Ritsuka Zhou, leaning on the railing of the phone booth, stood up shakily, swallowing hard, his trembling voice carrying a hint of barely suppressed sobs.

The chairman of the Dark Council, rumored to be the only living true god in the world!

The legendary figure who defeated the Pope and the Demon Marshal Gemstone Elder, a monster whose lifespan is unknown.

It is said that throughout history, those who offended him were all tortured terribly, and almost none of them had a good ending.

I actually messed with him, I'm doomed!

Realizing what kind of extraordinary being he had offended, Ritsuka Shuse felt a chill run down his spine.

However, it is precisely in times of crisis that a person's will to survive is awakened, and in her nervousness, the girl suddenly had a flash of inspiration.

"I want to resign! I want to resign!"

"There's nothing we can do to help you with that..."

"Why should I?! I signed a contract, and Article 2, Section 3 clearly states in black and white that if I have any objections, I can resign at any time within three months of signing the contract!"

"That's an invalid clause..."

At this moment, Xianlang, far away in his office, looked at him with pity.

"Don't you know that when magicians make contracts, they edit the content in a binding divine script? Modern script is invalid. Before you sign the contract, you should at least put some magic into it, or put it in a fire to heat it up."

"..."

"Give up, number 1193..."

At this moment, Zhou Se Ritsuka finally understood what the number 1193 on the contract meant. It turned out that he was the 1193rd victim of a scam.

Realizing he had been completely betrayed, Ritsuka Shuse imagined his bleak future and his face turned ashen. His lips trembled with grief and indignation as he looked up at the dark night sky, tears welling up in his eyes.

Don't play like this!

Chapter 107 To Stab or to Be Stabbed, That Is the Question (4.3k)

At dusk, in the shopping street, at the Ahnenerbe coffee shop.

As soon as Samael entered the room after finishing his chores, he saw Aozaki Touko, dressed in a black trench coat, sitting at table number three in the corner, sipping her coffee, with her only suitcase beside her.

The ancient snake quickly sat down and spoke awkwardly.

"Sorry, I'm late."

"It's not time yet, I'm just early."

Aozaki Touko raised her wristwatch, seemingly unconcerned about the brief wait, and pointed to the glass of liquid gold in front of Samael.

“When we were at the safe house, I noticed that you seemed to prefer single malt whisky, so I ordered one for you.”

"Ah? Thank... thank you..."

Samael paused for a moment, looking at the very pure Scotch whisky in front of him, and quickly picked up his glass and took a sip.

A cool and refreshing taste immediately bursts forth on the taste buds, as half of the ice in the liquor melts, adding a lot of flavor to the spirit.

What day is it today? How did Orange suddenly become so considerate of other people's feelings?

The unexpected thoughtfulness did not put Samael at ease; instead, he was somewhat flattered and muttered to himself.

Immediately after Samael put down his glass, Aozaki Touko across from him picked up the menu and looked at him intently.

"What would you like to eat? I'll order for you. You don't like cilantro and ginger, right?"

"No, I'm not hungry."

The ancient snake waved its hands repeatedly, a little sweat beading on its forehead, feeling as if it were sitting on pins and needles.

Something is wrong, very wrong!

At this moment, for some reason, Samael felt that Aozaki Touko's gaze towards him was strange today, which inadvertently gave him goosebumps.

Seemingly realizing her own unusual behavior, Aozaki Touko immediately straightened her face and changed the subject.

"Alright, let's get down to business."