Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

After all, it is inconvenient for an adult of the opposite sex to live under the same roof as a 14-year-old girl.

From a moral standpoint, Eri owes him nothing, and since they were just strangers who met by chance, taking him in for one night was already more than enough.

"It's generally safe during the day. If needed, you can seek help at the General's Mansion. At night, remember to stay in your room and don't wander around!"

As the girl carrying her schoolbag passed by Samael, she glanced at the person who was standing there in a daze, and couldn't help but stop and remind him seriously again.

"Oh well."

Samael nodded subconsciously in agreement, his eyes flickering slightly.

General's Mansion?

Mark this place first; it might be a breakthrough.

Seeing that the guy was still standing there dumbfounded, looking completely lost, Eri, who had already boarded the car, rolled down the window, stuck her head out, and scolded him with exasperation.

"What are you doing standing here? Are you waiting until it gets dark? Hurry up and find a new job and somewhere to stay!"

"Wait a minute, handsome, would you like to exchange contact information?"

At that moment, the pink-haired, orange-eyed girl, Karin, poked her head out of the car window on the other side, took out her phone, and waved repeatedly.

Eriyo's face was covered in black lines, and her pink fists clenched involuntarily.

"Shut up!"

"But he's so handsome..."

Hua Lin looked at Samael, who had been kicked out of his home and left on the roadside, with a face full of grievance and sympathy.

By the way, this person is a sucker for good looks and easily gets infatuated with handsome men.

Faced with a combination of angel and devil, she was completely captivated after just a few glances, and would occasionally think about abducting this super handsome guy from her friend's side.

This is one of the main reasons why Eriyo kicked Samael out of her home.

Hua Lin's gaze grew increasingly ardent as she extended a warm invitation, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

"Why don't you move in with me? Actually, my house is quite big!"

"Just enough is enough!"

Unable to bear it any longer, Eri punched her friend on the head, dragged her into the car with a dark face, and then decisively rolled up the car window without saying another word.

Momiji, the demon girl in the driver's seat, gave an apologetic smile to the outside of the car window. Then, amidst her Master's unwilling groans, she started the car and drove away from the scene.

Tsk, being handsome is a sin.

As the car sped away, Samael snapped out of his daze, shook his head helplessly, and downed the coffee in his cup in one gulp.

He then left the coffee cup on the windowsill and got up to look for a new job and a place to stay, as Eriyo had suggested.

He has hands and feet; he can't expect a fourteen-year-old girl to support him all the time, can he?

Sigh, there's nothing we can do. In the adult world, nothing is easy.

Samael shook his head in a mocking manner, then opened his palm and looked at the two crumpled 1000 yen bills and one 5000 yen bill in his hand, a pleased smile playing on his lips.

Although that girl seemed a bit fierce on the surface, she was ultimately a child with a cold exterior but a warm heart.

To prevent him, an adult, from going hungry, they even provided him with resettlement compensation.

I don't know how long she had saved up this pocket money.

And, very lucky.

He recognized both portraits on the Japanese yen.

One is Japanese medical scientist Hideyo Noguchi, and the other is female writer Ichiyo Higuchi; they are the symbols of the new version of the currency.

Simply put, foreign currencies are also accepted here.

This is something to be happy about.

Because he has plenty of these things in his warehouse, he shouldn't be short of money anytime soon.

Although he is not short of money, he never refuses any kindness offered.

Samael folded the 7000 yen in his hand, put it in his pocket, and then walked down the steps to carefully observe the city during the day.

He was now certain that this was indeed Tokyo.

Because, looking far into the distance, the Tokyo Tower, a landmark building, is already in sight.

However, the tower now appears twisted and crushed as if punished by a divine fist, revealing a pitiful state.

Large sections of the ground nearby collapsed, buildings collapsed radially, and the area within a radius of tens of kilometers was in complete disarray.

Clearly, a fierce battle had taken place there.

Based on some nearby maps and signs, Samael realized that the area he was in seemed to be Akihabara in Chiyoda Ward, Tokyo.

The various faded ACG posters nearby, and the maid café that has been converted behind them, are obvious evidence.

Besides Akihabara itself, you can also see a group of buildings that bear some resemblance to the rocky hills of Monument Valley, connected by railways and trams.

Based on the distance and direction, that area should be Shinjuku, Ikebukuro, and other areas of Tokyo that have not yet fallen.

Beyond the city's outskirts, besides the hazy mountains, lies a gray, murky sea.

At the edge of the field of vision, a hazy gray expanse stretched out, with drifting and shifting mist.

After a cursory observation of the city's appearance during the day, Samael still hadn't pieced together a clear narrative and decided to choose a faster way to gather the intelligence he needed.

Commonly known as "having a chat with someone".

Unfortunately, perhaps because his area was a collection of various rental shops and residential buildings, most of the people had moved away, and the surrounding area seemed a bit deserted. Samael walked around for a long time without seeing many people.

Fortunately, after passing through this deserted area, there was a bar that was open for business at the corner of the road. It was bustling with people and seemed to have a lot of customers.

Generally speaking, bars are quite suitable places for intelligence gathering.

"Golden Deer Bar?"

Samael glanced at the flashing sign, walked up the steps, and looked at the rough skull ornament in front of the door, a hint of amusement flashing in his eyes.

It seems to be a rather interesting pirate theme.

Accompanied by the clear sound of wind chimes, Samael pushed open the door and went inside.

After a brief period of dimming, the bar's decor came into view. Neutral colors such as black, white, and gray, combined with brown and gold, highlighted luxury and grandeur. The décor was rather retro, reminiscent of the Victorian era.

Of course, the aesthetic appeal of the architecture is secondary; the key is the customers who can obtain information.

Samael then composed himself and looked around.

But then, his gaze gradually froze, and his lips twitched incessantly.

On the east side of the bar, a middle-aged man with a thick black beard, a short ponytail, and wearing an ACG-themed t-shirt and floral shorts was chugging a large glass of dark beer, his face flushed with drunkenness, while enthusiastically fiddling with the detachable figurines on the table, occasionally letting out a chuckle, like a pervert.

In the northeast corner, a tall, disheveled white-haired navigator with two flintlock muskets hanging from his waist, carrying a bottle of rum, was drunkenly playing dice with several sailors-dressed underlings beside him.

In the southeast corner, a handsome man with black hair and blue eyes, dressed in a black sailor hat, red scarf, and tailcoat, exuding a classic gentlemanly air, was engrossed in playing darts while holding a glass of wine. He couldn't help but frown slightly at the lewd laughter and noisy commotion from next door, his face showing clear contempt and disgust.

This isn't a pirate theme, it's a pirate's lair...

Samael glanced at the three of them, inwardly scoffing.

Because, in his memory, he recognized all three people in front of him.

Edward Teach, nicknamed "Blackbeard," was one of the most notorious pirates in the history of world navigation.

Christopher Columbus was a world-renowned navigator, adventurer, colonist, and slave owner.

Bartholomew Roberts, who held the title of baronet, was considered a great pirate who led the largest pirate fleet in pirate history.

In short, these three are all pirate-type heroic spirits who roam the seas...

Taking a slight breath to calm himself, Samael shifted his gaze away.

To the west, a blond boy dressed as a Western cowboy, with a toothpick in his mouth, was habitually fiddling with his revolver.

In the southwest, two female gunmen were playing cards idly.

A girl wearing a tank top and hot pants, with a long blonde ponytail, exudes youthful energy.

The other one, with bangs and brown curly hair, appeared more composed and mature.

Although they are women, they exude a fierce aura in every gesture.

Samael's eye twitched as information about the three individuals flashed through his mind.

William Henry McCarty Jr., nicknamed "Billy the Kid," was a representative outlaw during the American West's pioneering era.

Martha Jane Cannery, nicknamed "Jane the Calamity," is a character from the American West who lived in the same era as Billy the Kid. She is both a famous gunslinger and an excellent scout.

Anne Oakley, one of the most famous female marksmen in American history, was known for her skill of shooting through playing cards from 30 meters away.

If that's a "pirate gathering," then this is a "cowboy assembly."

To the south, a handsome young man with blond hair and green eyes, wearing a green cloak and brown trim, was playing rock-paper-scissors.

The man sitting at the same table with him was a middle-aged man with an eye patch, a thick wool coat, and a buzz cut.

Robin Hood is a chivalrous hero in English folklore, traditionally known as the Earl of Huntington, a righteous outlaw active in Sherwood Forest between 1160 and 1247. He was exceptionally skilled in martial arts, resourceful, brave, and intelligent, and harbored a deep hatred for officials and clergy. He was a Robin Hood-like figure who robbed the rich to help the poor and uphold justice.

William Tell is a legendary figure who lived in the canton of Uri in central Switzerland from the late 13th to the early 14th century. He is famous for the story of how he angered the governor by not bowing to his hat, which was hanging in a square, and was subsequently ordered to shoot an apple placed on his son's head. Although he is widely known as a character in operas, to the Swiss people he is a hero symbolizing the founding of the nation.

Good grief, it's The Adventurers, isn't it?

Samael's facial muscles twitched, and he listlessly looked up ahead.

At the bar on the north side, a female knight in disguise—wearing a blue sun hat, blonde hair, blue eyes, a French-style long dress, and a rapier at her waist—is waiting for her cocktail.

The waitress in charge of serving us was a beautiful woman with a graceful figure, long brown-gold hair, and emerald green eyes. She possessed a natural friendliness and charm in every smile and gesture.

Dion de Beaumont, a legendary figure in 18th and 19th century France, was a skilled swordsman and writer who was active as a spy in the secret service that was at odds with various powers. He also served as a plenipotentiary minister, a dragoon company commander, and a cross-dresser.

Mata Hari, a female spy active in the shadows of the world. During World War I, she maneuvered between France and Germany, ranking among the "10 most famous super spies in history," and her life was quite legendary.

Clearly, this is a spy-themed segment.

Samael sighed, his stiff face gradually becoming expressionless.

[Pirate Gathering], [Cowboy Assemble], [Heroic Thieves Alliance], [Spy Special]...

At first glance, every customer here is a potential prisoner, a bunch of outlaws who would be executed seven or eight times over if they were alive today.

It's outrageous that such a small bar, with four main sections, could simultaneously house so many brilliant minds.

"Sir, is there anything you need?"

At this moment, seeing a new customer enter, Mata Hari, a waitress, bowed slightly and inquired, showing great professionalism.

"A Bloody Mary, please."

Samael composed himself, put on a gentle smile, and stepped forward to order.

"Okay, please wait a moment..."

Mata Hari paused for a moment, seemingly looking troubled, but then maintained her smile, nodded, picked up the bartender, and began mixing drinks for the new customer.

Samael, who was waiting, glanced at the scene a few times and couldn't help but frown slightly.

Although Mata Hari has a background in dance and excellent coordination, she is not skilled in bartending and her movements are not proficient; in fact, some of her steps are even wrong.

For a professional who has run a bar, this performance is rather poor.

"Two more large glasses of dark beer, please!"

"A bottle of rum, I want it fresh!"

"Three orders of French fries, please hurry..."

To make matters worse, whether intentionally or unintentionally, several customers dressed in bandanas, pirates, and cowboys whistled and placed several more orders, urging the delivery to be made faster.

As the only waitress in the bar, Mata Hari was caught off guard and, in a moment of carelessness, the bottle slipped from her hand.

Fortunately, Samael, who was waiting nearby, reacted quickly and caught the half-bottle of wine.

Thankfully, everyone's alright...

Upon seeing this, Mata Hari felt a surge of relief and patted her chest lightly.

Dion, standing to the side, casually lowered his hand from the edge of the table.

Samael glanced at the undulating waves in front of him, then looked away slightly and coughed lightly.