In the dim alleyway, the cowgirl Calamity Jane saw that the "fat sheep" beside her seemed scared witless. Affectionately wrapping an arm around his neck, she waved her gun muzzle and smiled as she persuaded him.
"Hey, handsome, time is precious. Don't make things difficult for your friends."
"Do I really look that much like a fat sheep?"
Samael came to his senses, pointed at his own nose, and couldn't help laughing bitterly.
"I like outsiders like you who've just arrived the most. I'm only charging a small information service fee. That's already a very fair price."
Calamity Jane beamed, then blinked and made a friendly suggestion.
"Since we've had such a pleasant chat, how about I give you a twenty percent discount? You can keep twenty percent, so you won't be left bare-assed."
At the end, the cowgirl lowered her head to glance at someone's pert rear and muttered teasingly.
"Though I'd really like to see it..."
"Same here!"
At the other end, the blonde pirate Anne Bonny whistled and eagerly waved in agreement, her sparkling eyes seemingly full of anticipation.
The relatively normal Mary Read faced her two unreliable teammates and could not help shaking her head repeatedly. The muzzles of her two short pistols hung low, her posture quite relaxed.
An outsider?
It seemed that he had talked too much at the Golden Deer Bar and inadvertently exposed the fact that he had only just arrived.
Samael realized why Calamity Jane had dared to block his path so brazenly. He rubbed his forehead helplessly and could not help putting away some of his contempt.
Sure enough, he had underestimated these Heroic Spirits.
Those who had left their names in history all had something extraordinary about them, one way or another.
But they wanted to see him naked?