Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

At this moment, Samael looked up with a sly smile, his gaze fixed maliciously on the distraught man who had appeared at the door.

"Here comes the professional."

"Ah!"

In an instant, standing at the entrance of the coffee shop, Zhou Se Ritsuka, who had just changed to a high-paying job, felt a chill run down his spine and sneezed violently.

Chapter 108 Hu Lai's Right Hand (5.1k)

Night falls in the cramped rented room.

Aozaki Touko, sitting in front of the vanity mirror, presented a completely different appearance, which amazed Samael, who was standing next to her.

As is widely known, Asia possesses four legendary sorceries capable of transforming one's appearance: Thailand's sex reassignment surgery, South Korea's plastic surgery, China's Photoshop skills, and Japan's makeup techniques.

Ritsuka Shuse, who is skilled in stealth and disguise, is undoubtedly proficient in the professional skill of Japanese makeup.

Under Ritsuka Shuse's manipulation, by using two or three eyebrow pencils and several foundations to alter the brightness and darkness of skin tone, make subtle adjustments between eyebrows and eyes, and change hairstyle and eye color, a person can be transformed so easily.

And there was no trace of magic involved, making it completely undetectable, which is simply incredible.

It's truly amazing, a skill that even Aozaki Touko, who has lived deep in the mountains and never really dressed up, agrees with.

But can anyone tell her why there are so many people coming to dress up?

Aozaki Touko turned around and looked around the rented room. Her gloomy gaze swept over Arcueid, Arcturus, and Arakawa Neko in turn, her lips twitching and her expression dark.

As the girl's gaze finally settled on a familiar figure, her expression darkened further.

Incidentally, even her half-friend, Kuonji Yuzu, came.

Including Suise Ritsuka, there are a total of seven colleagues, five of whom are women! The remaining two beast-shaped little guys are both familiars.

Wait, these two pets also seem to be female...

You really aren't picky!

Aozaki Touko got up from her seat, went to the waiting entrance, and looked at a guy huddled in the corner.

"Does your council have to be selective in selecting employees?"

"Ahem, you'd have to ask the HR and the founder. I'm just an employee."

Under that sinister gaze, Samael, feeling guilty, coughed dryly as he explained.

HR...

Founder...

Arakawa and Ritsuka Shuse, who were leaning against the porch on either side, looked at the unscrupulous boss with a wistful expression upon hearing this.

Isn't that you? Still trying to shift the blame?

Aozaki Touko glanced to both sides as if sensing something, and Samael, sweat beading on his forehead, involuntarily retreated into the shadows.

"What should we do next?"

Unexpectedly, the girl simply took a deep breath and asked about her next plans with a normal expression, without dwelling on this question for too long.

Having temporarily passed the test, Samael breathed a sigh of relief, a mysterious smile appearing on his face.

"Of course, we'll find someone to squeeze you into tomorrow's celebration."

"Looking for someone? Who?"

Just as Aozaki Touko was looking confused, a dull knock came from outside the door.

"Look, here they come."

Samael, who had been waiting for a long time, casually opened the door.

Outside the door, a visitor dressed in a black nun's habit, looking hurriedly at the nearly full rented room and her lively older sister, was utterly astonished.

"What? You want to join the choir? And participate in tomorrow's Mass celebration?"

Zhou Seiyu, who was lured there late at night by a phone call from her older sister, decisively crossed her arms and presented a big "X" to her request, firmly refusing.

"No! Absolutely not! Mass is the most sacred ceremony, especially tomorrow's Mass celebration, which is of utmost importance! You want me to show favoritism? Impossible!"

"I'm your sister..."

"Even your own relatives won't do! You're leading this group of heretics; you're definitely up to something. Now that I know, you can forget about sneaking in!"

"..."

Seeing that his persuasion was in vain, cold sweat broke out on Ritsuka Shuse's forehead.

"Alright, you all go out first, let me talk to her alone."

Samael shook his head, stepped forward, patted Shuse Ritsuka on the shoulder, and signaled for it to be his turn.

"Let me try again, I will definitely try to persuade her!"

Despite his trembling legs, Ritsuka Shuse stood firm and forced an awkward smile at the big boss behind him, making a solemn promise.

"Don't worry, it's just a talk, I won't do anything to her."

Samael knew that the woman was worried about her sister, so he rolled his eyes in annoyance, gave a soft hum as a promise, and then pushed the uneasy Zhou Se Ritsuka out the door.

"Although I helped you last time, it doesn't mean I would violate my principles or tarnish my faith!"

The perceptive Zhou Se Yuika sensed that the man before her meant no harm. Although her tone was gentle, her expression was incredibly firm and devout.

"No rush, it's not too late to make a decision after you've read this..."

Samael smiled meaningfully, then placed his left hand on his right wrist and removed the doll's prosthetic arm, revealing the missing half of its forearm.

Zhou Seiyuka initially didn't take it seriously, after all, disabilities like missing a hand are not uncommon in the world.

and many more!

Right wrist…broken…this spot…a golden soul…

However, as several keywords surfaced and connected in her mind, the nun's calm expression suddenly changed, and the answer, breaking through the fog, blurted out.

"A saint? You are that saint!"

A saint? So that's what you all think?

Samael raised his hand and stroked his chin, nodding thoughtfully.

That's true. There are many canonized people in Christianity, and the holy bodies and relics they left behind often possess all sorts of incredible abilities.

Although his own flesh and blood were a bit beyond the standard, even with the Holy Church's level of expertise, it was difficult to determine his true identity.

Therefore, classifying him as a "sage" is theoretically correct.

However, the people of the Holy Church probably didn't expect that he was just the biggest one.

His thoughts returned to the present moment. Samael glanced at the nun who had unknowingly lowered her head, her eyes filled with awe and excitement, her hands making the sign of the cross in prayer. He smiled helplessly and muttered to himself.

Look how scared the child is! Luckily, he's only a saint in a broad sense. If we really knew his original identity, wouldn't the church be in a frenzy?

Then, the ancient snake composed itself, looked up at Zhou Seiyuuka, and pondered calmly.

"I've come here just to retrieve what's mine."

At this moment, Yuika Shuuse suddenly remembered the conversation the two had had in the church's backyard, and realized the true meaning of those words.

The favor was merely a coincidence.

Grace will eventually fade away.

The nun gazed at her own eyes, which were gradually regaining their luster, in the mirror. After a moment of silence, she gathered her thoughts, faced the figure before her, and nodded solemnly.

“I understand. I will add them to the choir and have them participate in tomorrow night’s Mass celebration.”

"Such beautiful eyes, cherish them."

Samael and the seemingly disappointed girl exchanged a glance, then smiled in admiration.

Zhou Seiyuka understood the implied meaning, looked up abruptly, and stared in astonishment at the figure in front of her.

The ancient snake raised its hand and lightly touched the bridge of its nose, letting out a soft snort of annoyance.

Why are you looking at me like that? Do you think I'm that heartless?

"Hug, sorry..."

Realizing that he had been somewhat rude, Zhou Seiyu quickly looked away and lowered his head in embarrassment.

"Alright, then they're yours to handle."

"understand!"

The nun, successfully turned to the side, nodded emphatically, her eyes radiating unwavering devotion.

A moment later, the door opened, and the people who had been eavesdropping filed in, filled with curiosity.

However, upon entering, they did not find Samael, but instead were greeted by a fanatical believer who had heard the call of the Holy Light, who delivered a stern pronouncement.

"Although you are allowed to join the choir, faith must never be taken lightly! Tonight, you must learn to sing hymns for every part of the Mass celebration!"

Huh? Let us... learn to sing hymns?

Faced with the sudden extra lessons, the three Blood Ancestors, one witch, two magicians, and two familiars—a group of heretics—could only stare at each other in bewilderment.

Soon, the prayers, sometimes weak and listless, sometimes sparse and intermittent, and sometimes horribly off-key, echoed in the cramped rented room, disturbing the peaceful dreams of countless people.

At this moment, Samael, walking on the street, glanced back at the rented room where the strange noise was playing, and a slight smile appeared on his lips, as if he couldn't help but feel a little schadenfreude.

It has to be said that listening to this group of "infidels" of various backgrounds being forced to sing hymns actually felt quite nice.

Unfortunately, he still had another preparation to make; otherwise, he really wanted to stay here and enjoy the pleasant atmosphere.

Samael, still somewhat unsatisfied, slyly tossed a recording stone into the bushes outside the rented house before turning and leaving with a grin, disappearing into the deep night.

Half an hour later, in front of an inconspicuous Western-style building on the shopping street.

Samael glanced at the address on the business card, nodded, and knocked on the door.

Soon, accompanied by a soft sound, an elderly black man, about sixty or seventy years old, wearing a black trench coat, with white hair and blue eyes, leaned out halfway.

The scar near his eyebrow and his robust physique were quite imposing.

The old man's deep eyes, which gleamed with a peculiar light, glanced at the visitor for a moment, then looked down at the business card-like document in Samael's hand. He breathed a sigh of relief and casually opened the door.

"So you are the High Priest's guest. Please come in."

Samael smiled and nodded, and led by the church agent named Caleb Frampton, he walked through the corridor to a brightly lit study.

As the two entered, the elderly black man Calleber behind Samael and the priest at the desk exchanged a glance and nodded quietly.

Immediately, Mario's furrowed brows relaxed, and he rose from his seat with a smile to greet the job applicant.

"I knew you would come."

"There's nothing I can do, I had a bit of an accident, and I'm a little short on money lately."

Samael gave a perfunctory smile, neither confirming nor denying.

The candidate for the papacy spoke with heartfelt sincerity, but in reality, at this crucial juncture of preparing for the Mass celebration, he still harbored some caution.

The elderly black man who opened the door and led Samael in was an agent possessing the "Eye of Illusion" and some past vision; in a sense, he was a gatekeeper verifying identity and distinguishing friend from foe.

Therefore, Mario only lowered his guard and put on a warm demeanor after exchanging glances with his subordinates to confirm that the "nimble fingers" who had visited late at night was alright.

Unfortunately, the old black man's meager skills only allowed him to glimpse the ancient snake's disguise and obtain false information.

This arrangement not only failed to detect Samael's abnormality, but also confirmed his identity as an ordinary person.

After easily passing the basic checks, the fraud-savvy Samael quickly got into the swing of things and began to negotiate with Mario, his face flushed, about salary and benefits.

Even after finally settling on the basic terms, the ancient snake still made demands out of concern.

"Excuse my bluntness, but just to be on the safe side, I would still like a formal employment contract, so that we won't be in a difficult position later."

“A very reasonable request, no problem.”

Hearing how concerned the applicant was about the compensation, Mario's few remaining doubts dissipated considerably, and he decisively nodded and approved the offer.

Immediately afterwards, the priest decisively ordered his subordinates to draft two contracts and print them out. He then readily signed the contracts with Samael, thus completing the agreement.

Anyway, the expenses for this event will be reimbursed by headquarters, so he doesn't care how much it costs.

Having each gotten what they wanted, the two put away their contracts, smiled at each other, and chatted casually, creating a very harmonious atmosphere.