"Alright, we've had our drinks and eaten. Let me see what this mission is."
Returning to the present, Natalia checked her firearms and ammunition while asking the handler at the counter.
"In such a hurry? You're not staying a little longer?"
Samael, who was washing the barware, frowned and could not help trying to persuade her to stay.
"Can't be helped. I need to eat, and if I put this off for a few more days, I won't even be able to afford a pot to cook in..."
Natalia spread her hands, her eyes helpless yet aggrieved.
Influenced by the pleasure-seeking nature in her fairy bloodline, this bounty hunter was also a lavish hedonist who never let money survive until the next day. Aside from necessary weapons and equipment, she spent no small amount on luxuries as well.
Alcohol and cigarettes alone were a major expense in her daily life.
If her budget were not about to run dry again, she would not have come knocking to claim a mission and work for the higher-ups.
Since that was the case, Samael stopped trying to keep her. He turned around decisively and retrieved the latest mission intelligence from the fax machine in the bedroom.
Just as he was about to hand it to Natalia, the Ancient Serpent inadvertently glanced at the contents on the page. His gaze tightened for a moment before he helplessly shook his head, casually stuffed the fax into his pocket, and brought over two glasses of liquor.
"Come on. Let's have one more drink together before we leave."
"What's wrong?"
Natalia's throat moved. As a seasoned drunkard, she naturally could not refuse such temptation. She instinctively accepted the whiskey, clinked glasses with Samael, and casually asked.
"The higher-ups want you and me to carry out this mission