Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

Secondly, Mosaic City - Shinjuku.

This is the center of three mosaic cities, and now the de facto capital.

The overall structure is a three-dimensional structure resembling overlapping leaves, with each leaf representing a city.

Shinjuku has now fully recovered to its pre-war prosperity, and its permanent population is much larger than that of other cities.

The most distinctive feature compared to other mosaic cities is that it extensively restores the style of the early Showa and Taisho eras, which may be related to how many people's wishes were reflected in the process of the Holy Grail restoring the city.

Shinjuku-Chuo Station is a hub for trains departing from and arriving in other cities, and you can also take trams to various parts of Shinjuku from here.

If you want to go to another area, this is the best option.

Trekking alone in the wilderness is a rather dangerous thing.

Finally, Chunshu Bookstore

It appears to be a Japanese-style bookstore, but in reality, it engages in information trading and security services, making it more like a jack-of-all-trades shop.

The current boss is Sei Shonagon, a legendary Japanese woman of great talent.

Unfortunately, this place is in Shinjuku, so even if you wanted to pay to sell information, it was still a bit of a distance away.

Samael shook his head helplessly and had no choice but to abandon the plan for the time being.

Jane, who was walking ahead, noticed the pause behind her, turned around, and came over to ask with great concern.

"what happened?"

"It's nothing, I've seen enough. Thank you for accompanying me for so long today."

Samael snapped out of his daze and expressed his gratitude subtly.

"Oh, no need to thank me. We're friends, it's only right that we help each other out."

Jane, the jinx, waved her hand casually and righteously, then raised her arm and affectionately hooked it around her new friend's neck, her smile growing even brighter.

"So, I've helped you so much, shouldn't you take care of me a little, friend...?"

As she pondered meaningfully, the female gunslinger rubbed her fingers together in front of Samael.

"..."

Samael's expression froze, his lips twitched slightly, and he subconsciously wanted to distance himself from this "good friend."

However, as soon as he turned his head, he was shocked to find that he had unknowingly been led by the cowgirl into a deserted and remote alley.

At the same time, two figures emerged from around the corner, blocking the intersection from one behind the other.

A tall, voluptuous woman with blonde hair and blue eyes, holding a long spear, was blowing kisses with a beaming smile.

Meanwhile, a petite woman with a scar on her face and a cold expression leaned against the wall, raising two short guns in her hands.

The Twin Pirates – Anne Bernie and Mary Ryder.

"A friend of a friend is also a friend, let's get to know each other."

The jinx Jane smiled and began to introduce the situation, then skillfully drew a revolver from her waist.

"Now, please take out your valuables and help your friend."

Samael stared at the three men brandishing guns at him, his face darkening, and he was speechless.

He forgot that neither the cowboys of the Western expansion nor the pirates of the Victorian era were law-abiding citizens.

For these outlaws, robbing the rich to help the poor is just a regular occurrence.

Now he finally understood what the knight Dion's gaze meant at the counter.

Clearly, the fat sheep had run into a gang of newly opened female bandits.

Chapter Thirty-Seven: Captain, no!

In the dimly lit alley, Jane, the cowgirl jinx, saw that the "fat sheep" beside her seemed to be terrified. She affectionately hugged his neck, brandished the muzzle of her gun, and tried to persuade him with a smile.

"Brother, time is precious, don't make things difficult for your friend."

Do I look like a fat sheep?

Samael snapped out of his daze, pointed to his nose, and was both amused and exasperated.

"I really like newcomers like you. Charging only a small information service fee is already a very reasonable price."

Jane, the jinx, smiled brightly, then winked and made a friendly suggestion.

"Since we're having such a pleasant conversation, how about I give you a 20% discount? That way you can keep 20% so you won't be left with nothing."

Finally, the cowgirl glanced down at someone's pert buttocks and muttered teasingly.

"Although, I'd really like to see this..."

"Add 1!"

At the other end, the blonde female pirate Anne Bernie whistled and waved enthusiastically, her eyes sparkling with anticipation.

The relatively normal Mary Reid, facing two unreliable teammates, couldn't help but shake her head repeatedly, her two pistols drooping, her posture quite relaxed.

Foreigner?

It seems that he talked too much at the Golden Deer Bar and inadvertently revealed his true identity as a newcomer.

Samael realized why the jinx Jane dared to block him with such impunity, and helplessly rubbed his forehead, unable to suppress his slight disdain.

As expected, I underestimated these heroic spirits.

Those who leave their mark on history all possess extraordinary qualities, regardless of the circumstances.

But do you want to see him naked?

The ancient snake's face was covered with black lines, and a meaningful look appeared in its dark eyes.

"Stand still."

"We'll be there soon."

Seeing the handsome boy standing there, stunned, the two female hooligans stepped forward, eager to try their hand at finding the treasure themselves.

"boom!"

Just as a crime in the darkness was about to unfold, a muffled gunshot broke the silence, causing Samael to reluctantly withdraw his outstretched hand.

"Oh, so lively?"

The playful whisper carried a slightly magnetic huskiness, the voice steady and powerful, full of the flavor of a story.

At the entrance of the alley, a tall woman with long, wine-red hair, wearing a bright red coat and black over-the-knee boots, strode in, playing with two muskets that were emitting blue smoke.

Under the light, a long, narrow scar was etched diagonally across her otherwise pretty face. While it marred the overall beauty, it added a touch of fierceness and dashing charm.

"Drake, it's you again!"

Mary Reid, who was crouching in front, turned around and saw that familiar face. She couldn't help but frown, recognizing the person as a stranger, and a hint of fear flashed in her eyes.

Francis Drake, a legendary figure in the history of world navigation, was the famous "Sea Demon" of 16th-century England.

She was an adventurer, a privateer captain, and a fleet commander. She achieved the feat of circumnavigating the world, and her profits paved the way for England to become the dominant power in the Age of Exploration.

In addition, this legendary figure, as deputy commander, participated in the naval battle between Spain and Britain, which destroyed the powerful Spanish Armada and effectively disintegrated the so-called "empire on which the sun never sets." She is also known as "the woman who shot down the sun."

Compared to her, historical pirates such as Blackbeard, Baron, and Anne were merely minor figures.

"Why can't it be me?"

Drake sneered and asked in return, raising the half-empty bottle of red wine in his hand, taking a swig, and walking over with his other hand holding a musket, a sinister look appearing in his narrowed eyes.

"How dare you three treat my customers like this on my turf? Don't you think you have any respect for me?"

Her territory?

Samael slapped his forehead, remembering the sign in front of the door, and suddenly realized what it meant.

The "Golden Hind" was the flagship she sailed on when she led her fleet around the world.

And that bar seems to be named after that.

No wonder such outlaws gather there yet still behave themselves and follow the rules; it turns out this is the captain's property.

Seeing that this legendary female pirate, who was there to interrogate him, was ready to fight at the slightest provocation, the jinx Jane quickly waved her hand with a forced smile.

"It's a misunderstanding! It's all a misunderstanding! We were just joking with this young man."

"A joke? Then why are you pointing a gun at my customer?"

Drake sneered and moved the muzzle of his gun toward a cowgirl.

"This?"

The jinx Jane raised the oddly shaped long-barreled gun in her hand and spoke with a smile.

"It's just paintballs, they won't hurt anyone."

As she spoke, she casually pulled the trigger towards the wall beside her, and the colorful paint instantly exploded on the wall, creating a bright color.

Drake twitched his lips and looked at the other two.

"What about them?"

"It's a water gun, of course! What did you think it was?"

"We are law-abiding citizens!"

The Gemini female pirate answered as if it were the most natural thing in the world, a pleasant smile spreading across her face.

……

Realizing that the three women had no intention of leaving any evidence, Samael and Drake were both speechless.

"Look if you don't believe me!"

With that, the Gemini female pirate smiled and pulled the trigger.

Whether intentionally or unintentionally, two streams of clear water shot from the muzzle of the gun and landed precisely on the captain's chest, the large wet patches outlining his full figure.

Drake's long, wine-red hair, wet with water, clung to his forehead like seaweed. His teeth were clenched, and his face was terrifyingly gloomy.

"Hopefully, those Black Warriors will listen to your explanation; their patrols are nearby."

The three men's expressions immediately changed, as if facing a formidable enemy.

"Uh, I just remembered I have some mushroom soup simmering at home. You guys chat, see you later!"

The jinx Jane coughed repeatedly, putting away her gun and backing away while winking at her companion.

"I forgot to turn off the gas."

"Go back and collect the clothes."

The two female pirates each chose an excuse, nonchalantly put away their guns, and turned to run away.

In no time, the three of them had disappeared.

"Tch, you run really fast. Don't let me catch you next time!"

Drake wiped the water stains off his chest while cursing through gritted teeth.

Then, the female captain turned to look at Samael beside her and gave a snort of annoyance.

"Hey kid, I got tricked by them while trying to get you out of trouble. I've really lost out this time!"

If you don't come, can't we both win?

Samael was also somewhat annoyed, but given that the other party meant well, he could only express his gratitude in a subtle way.

"No need to thank me. If Harley hadn't begged me, I wouldn't have cared whether you lived or died."

Drake rolled his eyes and bluntly stated his position.

Mata Hari?

It turns out to be her...

Upon hearing the name, Samael couldn't help but picture the dancer/waitress in his mind, and a smile appeared on his face.

Just as the ancient serpent was pondering, Drake seemed to remember something and frowned slightly.

"I heard you can also mix drinks?"