Quickly putting on his underwear and pants, Richard glanced at Carmila.
Sensing his gaze, she turned towards him with a confident smile, allowing him full view as she draped her clothes back on.
Richard smiled bitterly.
Once she was done with the showing, she sat down on the opulent chair in front of the only wooden desk in the room.
"So, you are looking for information on Abin'iksol? That might be a bit difficult for me to get for you." Carmila started.
Richard frowned and shook his head,
"I don't need information on the Greater Devil specifically. I just need to know what minions he has scattered around the city and how many they number."
Carmila yawned and stretched like a cat.
"And if I give this... information to you, what will you do with it?"
Richard shrugged, "It is my duty as the New Watcher of the city to keep it safe."
Carmila chuckled coldly,
"Don't tell me that crap, Richard. I know you better than anyone else. You are a selfish bastard. But..."
