Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

"What, you got the short end of the stick yesterday, and now you're trying to get revenge here?"

Just then, Drake, still grumpy from waking up, came down the stairs carrying a musket, giving the three of them a long, unfriendly look.

Chapter 43 Darling, let me check your development!

"Misunderstandings are all misunderstandings!"

Jane, the jinx who is the brains of the trio, saw Drake carrying a gun downstairs with an unfriendly expression and waved her hands repeatedly, explaining with a smile on her face.

"Yesterday was just a joke with the newcomer. I came to help today to express my apology."

Drake glanced at the trio, a look of suspicion on his face.

"Help? You're really that kind?"

"Boss, how can you slander someone's innocence out of thin air!"

Jane, the jinx, looked aggrieved, then turned to the twin female pirates behind her and asked loudly.

"Tell her what's most important in this world."

"Moral principles!"

As if they had rehearsed, Mary and Anne raised their arms and shouted in unison.

Jane, the jinx, turned her head, looking aggrieved.

"See? We are law-abiding citizens."

Drake, who had just woken up, rubbed his head, which was still groggy from the hangover, and glanced suspiciously at the confident expressions on the three faces before giving a cold snort of warning.

"You'd better not try anything funny on my turf."

Hearing that Drake's tone had softened, the three nodded repeatedly. After receiving his tacit approval, they quickly slipped into the bar, rushed to the counter, took over the chores from Mata Hari, and diligently began to work.

With the addition of three new people, the female spy, who was originally extremely busy, suddenly found herself with nothing to do.

"If you're free, why don't you come and lend a hand?"

Just as Mata Hari was feeling rather bored, Samael, who was behind the bar, offered a timely suggestion to request assistance.

Hearing the call, the female spy nodded happily and went to the bar to assist the bartender.

While it's called assistance, "learning" would be a more appropriate term.

During the bartending process, Samael intentionally taught some basic techniques and broke down the steps in detail below to guide Mata Hari in practicing.

After all, she is a heroic spirit with a background in dance, so her reaction speed, physical coordination, and learning ability are beyond doubt.

And bartending itself is not a profound art.

Mata Hari's lack of expertise in this area is simply because she lacked a good teacher and had not received systematic training.

He's here to solve the singularity problem; he can't stay here working forever.

After several rounds of basic intelligence gathering, the Golden Deer Bar has gradually lost its value.

Instead of lingering here, I might as well do this favor and help this senior colleague improve his skills.

Faced with Samael's complete sharing of knowledge, Mata Hari, having grasped the deeper meaning behind it, hesitated slightly.

"I'm just a waiter..."

"But you can't be a waiter forever."

"Teach me all this, then what about you?"

"For me, bartending is just a hobby, and I have a variety of skills that can make a living."

Samael smiled and winked, then looked into the dancer in front of him, who was used to depending on others for survival, and pondered earnestly.

"There's no harm in learning more. In the end, you have to rely on yourself."

Mata Hari seemed to be thinking about something, her eyes filled with contemplation, before she nodded seriously.

Without the distractions of chores, she could devote herself entirely to her studies.

It must be said that Servants with a background in dance and the body of a Heroic Spirit learn things very quickly.

After handling dozens of orders, the female spy had mastered many tricks of the trade and was quite adept at mixing drinks.

As a teacher, Samael nodded with satisfaction upon seeing such an ambitious student. He then gradually delegated the bar counter to Mata Hari, while he used the unused stove and griddle in the house to make some breakfast.

Of course, out of courtesy, the boss and colleagues outside also received a share.

Samael then distributed the prepared breakfast to Drake, Mata Hari, and the pirate trio in the front yard.

The group was initially indifferent, but as soon as the food entered their mouths, their eyes lit up. They quickly stuffed their portions into their stomachs, even licking their lips with lingering satisfaction, and occasionally staring intently at the kitchen.

After all, as a demon who knows how to enjoy life, Samael's culinary skills still hold considerable appeal for this group of outlaws who brave the elements.

"Wow, I didn't know you had this trick up your sleeve."

A moment later, Drake, while carrying a large glass of beer and munching on a crispy-on-the-outside, tender-on-the-inside ham sandwich, curiously looked at the newly hired employee in front of him.

"It's nothing, just a normal hobby."

Samael smiled, made himself a Margarita, and answered casually.

However, just as he put down his glass and was about to look for his own, he found the plate empty.

At that moment, Drake took a big gulp of beer, let out a satisfied burp, and continued reaching out while picking his teeth.

"Think about it, how about you join me?"

"I'm not here?"

Samael rolled his eyes at the unrefined boss, casually swatted away the hand reaching for his wine glass, took out another batch of ingredients, and buried himself in cooking.

"Oh, that's different. I mean the kind where you invest and share profits."

Drake rubbed the back of his hand sheepishly, then casually placed his hand on the new employee's shoulder and spoke rather affectionately.

"Didn't you used to work in a bar? Perfect timing, I need a manager here, I'm so bored of having to stay here every day."

How about this: you manage the bar, and you decide how to run it. I'll just handle collecting the bills and splitting the profits.

This pirate captain, with his carefree and extravagant demeanor, offered remarkably generous treatment.

Although Drake loves gold and silver treasures, she doesn't love "wealth that lasts forever," but rather "wealth that vanishes like fireworks." Therefore, compared to the stingy hoarder, she prefers the thrill of squandering all her money with a beer mug in one hand, making her a typical hedonist.

The newly recruited employees can not only help her brew and mix drinks, but also get free meals and have a knack for running the shop.

These highly skilled individuals are unlike those fools outside who only know how to shout for violence; they are incredibly rare to find.

With this kid's help, I can put aside these boring trifles and go out for a stroll.

If you think about it, it seems like it's been a long time since she last went to see the sea.

Originally, it was just a whim, but after thinking it over, Drake became more and more satisfied with the new employee. He patted Samael on the shoulder and made a decision without hesitation.

"Okay, it's decided then. You decide what to do. I'm going for a walk."

After giving the casual instruction, Drake, who was quick to act, waved his hand and turned to leave without waiting for Samael's reply.

Bartending is just a hobby for me, not my profession.

Samael, entrusted with an important task in the kitchen, twitched slightly at the corner of his mouth.

When he looked down at the empty wine glass on the table, his face darkened.

Just as Gu She was having a headache, a doctor wearing a white coat and holding a medical record walked into the bar as if no one was there, his scarlet eyes scanning left and right like searchlights.

Holy crap! How did Nightingale end up at a bar?

Samael, in the kitchen, caught a glimpse of the aggressive head nurse approaching from the doorway. Remembering how he had been chased all over the street yesterday, he felt a chill run down his spine.

But soon, as he looked at the crowd of people in the front hall, his mood gradually eased.

Don't worry, with so many people around, she can't do anything reckless, right?

However, Samael was dumbfounded by the reaction of the group of outlaws in the bar.

"Patient number 666, report your location and come back with me immediately for examination and treatment!"

A sharp, concise murmur, as clear and scalpel-like as a surgeon's scalpel, drowned out the noise in the bar.

The outlaws, who were feasting, turned around when they heard the sound. They looked like schoolchildren encountering a teacher, their faces changed drastically, and they fell silent, instinctively avoiding the sharp gaze.

In fact, if a list of the most feared figures on this street were to be compiled, Florence Nightingale, the angel with the lamp who saved lives, would definitely be on the list.

It might even top the list.

Don't be fooled by their current status as law-abiding citizens. As typical negative examples, when they first arrived, bloodshed and conflict between Heroic Spirits, between Heroic Spirits and humans, and between Heroic Spirits and the Shogunate were almost inevitable.

And when injuries or illnesses occur, doctors are naturally needed.

Therefore, most of the outlaws in the bar had the good fortune to have been Nightingale's patients.

To be fair, after being treated by this female doctor, even those with severe injuries were able to walk out of the clinic lively and energetic.

However, perhaps due to the arrival of the Berserker class, Nightingale pursued efficiency in her treatments, caring only about the outcome and often neglecting the patient's feelings.

Especially for those outlaw madmen who don't cherish life, the Lamp Angel, who deeply abhors them, will relentlessly abuse them on the operating table.

Thanks to Nightingale's tireless efforts in treating him, the clinic was filled with cries of agony almost every night.

Therefore, every time the outlaws in the bar enter the clinic, it's like being tortured in hell.

Although they survived, the experience undoubtedly left them with severe psychological trauma.

Therefore, the outlaws in the bar began to cherish their hard-won lives, tearfully choosing to change careers and obediently submit to the shogunate's control, behaving more and more like law-abiding citizens.

Among them, Blackbeard, who underwent three surgeries, was the most thoroughly transformed. The once brutal and bloodthirsty pirate has become a shut-in who is now obsessed with ACG culture.

The angel with the lamp who saved countless lives became a synonym for "terror" in the minds of these outlaws.

Seeing the heroes outside the door turn into spineless cowards under Nightingale's tyranny, Samael felt a chill run down his spine and sweat beaded on his forehead.

"boom!"

As the kitchen door was pushed open, Samael, whose nerves were already stretched to the limit, almost instinctively turned around, wanting to jump out the window and escape.

"Come with me, there's a back door!"

Fortunately, just as Samael was about to jump out of the window, a familiar voice came from behind him to warn him.

Mata Hari, who had sneaked in crouching low, beckoned to Samael and skillfully pulled open a partition in the corner of the kitchen, revealing a hidden door leading to the back alley.

Clearly, this wasn't the first time the Golden Deer Bar, a gathering place for madmen, had been raided by the Lady with the Lamp.

Seeing that there was a more convenient way out, Samael smoothly lowered his hand from the windowsill and crouched down to Mata Hari's side.

"After we go through this alley, we should turn left and avoid the route she usually takes. I'll try my best to stall her for a while."

The female spy whispered instructions while taking something out of her pocket and placing it in Samael's hand.

“Miss Nightingale won’t give up so easily. Taking this out won’t count as absenteeism. If necessary, you can stay outside for a while to avoid trouble. Don’t worry about the boss, I’ll explain for you.”

As the steady, powerful footsteps approached from outside the door, Mata Hari decisively pushed her new colleague out, closed the hidden door, straightened her clothes, and went to cover their retreat.

After Samael stumbled out of the alley in a daze, he came to his senses and unconsciously opened his palm to look at the crumpled piece of paper that had appeared there.

There was a receipt outside, used to pick up the uniforms ordered yesterday.

There was another layer inside, a somewhat hastily written list of beverage purchases.

With these two things, his act of skipping work on his first day of work was transformed into a legitimate business trip.

Samael was both amused and exasperated by his sudden freedom.

He originally planned to have the trio of jinxes, Jane and her friends, take his place so he could go out during the day to investigate clues.

However, before he could officially run away, his boss Drake was going to give him even more responsibilities.

But as soon as Drake left, Nightingale couldn't wait to chase after him to the bar, wanting to take him for a medical check-up.

Through a series of unexpected events, his goal was indirectly achieved.

This result is quite dramatic...

Samael muttered and shook his head. After confirming that Nightingale was still in the bar arguing with his colleagues, he casually stuffed Mata Hari's offer into his pocket, got up, and walked out of the alley, heading towards the first stop of his trip.

Inside the clothing store, filled with a strong Japanese atmosphere, accompanied by the sound of running water, an elegant and serene figure wearing a loose yukata emerged from the bathroom and went straight to her quiet workspace, bending down to sit at her desk.