Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

"Yes."

Samael nodded readily, then picked up the pistol from the ground and put it back into the cowgirl's hand.

……grass……

Jane, the jinx, moved her trembling lips, but before she could utter the greeting from the bottom of her heart, she was dragged into the small dark room behind her by a tremendous force.

Clap clap clap!

In an instant, a series of crisp sounds echoed through the room, and then drifted into the night through the gaps in the doors and windows, lingering far away.

Half an hour later, the three ruthless bandits knelt down with their knees together, their hands tucked in front of them, their bodies leaning forward, their upper bodies raised until their foreheads touched the ground, in the standard "dogeza" posture, solemnly repenting for their crimes to the victims of the day.

Her buttocks, sticking up high, seemed to be trembling uncontrollably.

Furthermore, all six of her buttocks appeared to be much fuller than before.

"I'm a reasonable person; after all, it was just an attempted crime..."

The man, sitting in the only chair, sipped the last packet of instant coffee he had found in the room, smiled, and set the tone for the conversation.

Just reason with them.

The three female bandits awaiting sentencing breathed a sigh of relief, their taut backs gradually softening.

"but……"

As the turning point appeared, the three of them couldn't help but hold their breath and straighten their "dogeza" (a deep bowing gesture) posture.

Samael nodded in satisfaction at the three men's reactions, took a sip of his coffee, and spoke slowly and deliberately.

"Compensation for emotional distress, you have to pay... around 500 million in market value..."

It seems reasonable?

In a sense, it's not exactly asking for an exorbitant amount.

Upon hearing this request, the three female bandits were initially relieved, but then felt somewhat helpless.

"We have no money..."

If they had five million to squander, would the three of them need to team up to extort money?

"No money?"

Samael smiled, seemingly unsurprised by the result, a pleased smile curving his lips.

"It's okay, I can introduce you to a well-paying job, and you can pay me back slowly in the future."

Then, the man rummaged through the magic circle diagram, pulled out three contracts, and placed them on the table with a smile, speaking in a gentle tone.

"Come on, sign these three agreements."

Upon hearing this, Jane, the jinx, subconsciously looked up at the debt collector who seemed easy to talk to and had even arranged jobs for them.

I must say, the other person's smile was very kind.

But Jian, the jinx, vaguely sensed that the men were looking at them as if they were sizing up a group of cute, silly roe deer.

Yeah, the kind where you fall into a pit...

So, the alert cowgirl involuntarily withdrew her hand and looked at her two companions beside her.

But the Gemini female pirates, who also sensed something amiss, were clearly not stupid.

Mary Reid scoffed coolly, "We're pirates! Anne, tell him what the most important spirit of piracy is?!"

Anne Bernie raised her arms and shouted, "Freedom!"

The two men, with their unwavering demeanor, demonstrated their steadfast commitment.

Samael smiled and nodded in respect.

boom!boom!

In an instant, two familiar impact sounds echoed inside the room, and two more familiar ornaments appeared on the door and windows.

Immediately afterwards, a series of crackling sounds came from their buttocks, and their trembling buttocks visibly became even fuller.

Okay, he has some intelligence, but not much...

The jinx Jane twitched her lips, secretly adding a comment to her assessment of her two accomplices, while her eyes darted towards the thick darkness outside the door.

However, before the cowgirl's restless thoughts could even begin to stir, the man turned his head slowly, his gaze meaningful.

Jane, the jinx, shuddered involuntarily. Her body sprang up from the ground like a spring, and she quickly grabbed the contract and pen from the table, signing her name with practiced ease.

"This is right!"

Upon seeing this, Samael smiled broadly and picked up the contract with satisfaction to examine it.

Jane, the jinx, couldn't help but give a bitter smile at the man's praise.

Given the current situation, is there any need to hesitate about whether to sign or not?

It's not about how to choose, it's that they had no choice at all...

However, even though we don't have the right to choose, there are still some things we need to ask about.

Jane, the jinx, raised her hand and spoke cautiously.

"Um, what does the top line of characters mean?"

"Oh, the 1763rd innocent victim."

"..."

Jane, the jinx, caught her breath and her face darkened slightly.

She thought she had just heard a word that sounded extremely insulting.

"Oh, don't worry about it, a name is just a label."

Samael seemed to realize something and offered words of comfort with a broad smile.

That's true, she also has 1762 predecessors...

Don't worry about how you address someone; that's how we all got here.

After a period of self-hypnosis, the jinx Jian seemed to feel much better.

After a quick confirmation, Samael tossed the contract into the magic circle and extended his hand warmly to the new employee.

"Well then, welcome to the company."

"Hello, boss, I will work hard."

The jinx Jian shook hands listlessly and shouted slogans weakly.

Samael didn't care at all; with the contract in hand, the other party was already fish on his chopping board.

Which dish he makes depends entirely on his mood.

After settling this promising new employee in, Samael grinned, revealing eight gleaming white teeth, and gave a bright smile to the pirate twins hanging on the window and door.

"How's it going? Have you thought about it?"

But almost the instant she pulled her upper body out, the Gemini female pirate, having regained her sight, rushed to the table without hesitation, picked up a pen and paper, and wrote her real name crookedly in the blank space. Then, without pausing, she handed the contract to the man.

Samael did not rush to withdraw the contract; instead, he stated his position honestly.

"I respect individual beliefs and spiritual beliefs; there's no need to force anyone..."

"No need to force it!"

The Gemini female pirate shook her head repeatedly, practically shoving her contract into her hands.

"That's good……"

Samael nodded with relief, revealing a hearty smile, and at the same time put down the leather whip he had taken out of the magic circle diagram in his other hand.

The whip was covered in thorns...

Anne and Mary looked away, their bodies involuntarily trembling.

As the three contracts were successively incorporated into the magic circle, the slightly cool temperature inside the house immediately began to rise, and Samael's smile became much more natural.

"Although we would love to give a warm welcome to our new employees, we'll keep things simple due to limited resources."

The three reformed female bandits nodded repeatedly like chickens pecking at rice, unanimously approving the decision to skip the welcoming ceremony.

I just got a beating from everyone, and my butt is still swollen. Who knows if their company culture includes another beating for new employees as a welcome ritual?

"Your enthusiasm for work is quite good. Let's get straight to the point."

Samael smiled and praised him, then lazily sat back down in his chair and got down to business.

"Where is the General's Mansion? You should know the way, right? How about you come with me for a walk?"

"..."

Upon hearing this, the three men's expressions changed, and they hesitated several times, their expressions remaining inscrutable.

Samael raised an eyebrow, revealing a gentle smile, his voice steady and calm, carrying a soothing magic.

"A problem? Tell me about it. I'm quite democratic."

"It's best not to go out at night, especially for heroic spirits."

The jinx Jian swallowed hard, glanced at the dark, inky night outside the door, and then added in a deep voice.

"Because at night, it's not just the city's appearance that changes, but also the nature of the magic. That thing seems to have a strange quality that erodes the soul core, causing heroic spirits to fall without them even realizing it..."

Annie licked her dry lips and then spoke.

"It's fine for a short time. When daytime comes, the foreign substances that the heroic spirits have been tainted by will be purified by the sunlight. But if they stay there for too long, the heroic spirits will be irreversibly corrupted."

"It is dangerous for Heroic Spirits to wander around at night, and the Shogunate is a place to be absolutely avoided, because the Seven Riders there will kill any Heroic Spirit who violates the law at night. Even if you have to go there, it is best to do so during the day."

Mary concluded by giving her final remarks.

I see……

Having obtained this important piece of the puzzle, the missing piece of the Shogunate's operation has been reasonably filled in, and Samael couldn't help but think, his eyes flashing.

So, the fact that the Seven Riders are still maintaining order suggests that the shogunate has some method to suppress this "deterioration."

Going a step further, they might also know why this singularity has become what it is today.

Chapter 42 The Heroic Spirits Who Died Twice

Things seem to be getting more and more interesting.

Samael glanced at the deep, dark night outside the window, his eyes flickered, and then turned to look at the three new employees kneeling neatly in front of him, a warm smile spreading across his face.

"Want it?"

A magnetic whisper echoed in the ears of the three, and an indescribable allure filled their minds.

Gollum—

The three of them raised their heads, their eyes fixed on the thick stack of "Fukuzawa Yukichi" notes dangling in the "boss's" hand, and swallowed hard in unison.

Fukuzawa Yukichi's banknotes had a face value of 10,000 yen each.

Judging from the thickness of the sheets in that guy's hand, there must be at least a hundred or so.

For the three fallen heroes who resorted to extortion on the road, the impact of real money was unparalleled.

The dream of getting rich overnight seems to be just around the corner.

But soon, as the corner of their eyes caught sight of the deep, cold night outside the window, the three of them, whose rationality was almost evaporated, quickly cooled down, and they shook their heads in unison.

Seemingly worried that the three's retreat would anger the new boss who now held the power of life and death, the jinx Jane quickly offered an explanation.

"Going out at night is too dangerous. Even those lackeys of the Shogunate can't guarantee they'll stay sober under long-term erosion."

In the end, the quick-witted cowgirl glanced at the lingering darkness outside the door, hesitated for a moment, and then a mysterious expression appeared on her face.

"You may not know this, but the current Seven Riders have been replaced..."

"Oh?"

Samael casually raised an eyebrow, pulled two cards from a stack of Fukuzawa Yukichi cards, placed them in the hand of the jinx Jane, and encouraged her with a smile.

"Go on..."