"It's a misunderstanding, all a misunderstanding!"
As the brains of the trio, Calamity Jane saw Drake coming downstairs with a gun and a grim expression. She hurriedly waved her hands and explained with a wide smile.
"We were just joking around with the newcomer yesterday. We came specially today to help out as an apology."
Drake shot the trio a suspicious glance.
"Help out? Since when were you three this kind-hearted?"
"Boss, how can you slander us out of nowhere?!"
Calamity Jane looked deeply wronged. She then turned indignantly toward the twin pirate girls behind her and shouted.
"Tell her, what's the most important thing when you're making your way in the world?"
"Loyalty!"
Mary and Annie raised their arms and shouted in unison, as though they had rehearsed it beforehand.
Calamity Jane turned back around, looking aggrieved.
"See? We're law-abiding citizens."
Drake, who had only just gotten up, rubbed her groggy, hungover head. Her suspicious gaze swept over the trio's solemnly sincere faces before she gave a cold snort of warning.
"On my turf, you'd better not try anything funny."
Hearing the softening in Drake's tone, the three nodded repeatedly. Once they received her tacit permission, they swiftly slipped into the bar, rushed to the counter, snatched the odd jobs from Mata Hari's hands, and diligently got to work.
With the addition of the three newcomers, the female spy, who had been swamped beyond measure, suddenly found herself with nothing to do.
"If you're free, why not come lend a hand?"
Just as Mata Hari was standing around with nothing to do, Samael behind the bar made a timely suggestion and asked for help.
Hearing his call, the female spy gladly nodded and went behind the counter to assist the bartender.
Calling it assistance would have been less accurate