"This feeling is amazing!"

Seeing the delight on Rachel's face, Todd laughed.

He opened a bottle of satay sauce and poured a dish of it for each person: "Dip them in this before eating, it will taste even better."

With a blissful expression, Rachel ate the food on her plate, bite by bite: "Sometimes, I really wish I could live here forever. Out there, there's no good food, no TV shows, not even a bag of potato chips!"

“Your thinking is dangerous.” Todd took a sip of his ice-cold beer and laughed. “You know what we call people who think like you in my world?”

"What?"

"Homebody girl".

Rachel raised an eyebrow and said, "Homebody? That doesn't sound like a good term!"

Todd waved his hand: "Alright, alright, let's not talk about that anymore. I'm going to the banquet in Holy Guard City tomorrow night. Have you made any progress on the intelligence regarding the city?"

Rachel reached out and tossed a two-centimeter-thick booklet in front of Todd.

Todd was dumbfounded: "What is this?"

Rachel rolled her eyes at him: "These are materials for the nobles attending the banquet tomorrow night."

"so much?!"

"You must memorize all of this before you go."

The wooden skewer in Todd's hand fell to the ground in bewilderment: "Memorize them all?!"

“Of course. If Felice Child has a secret deal with His Highness Sinclair, it means he must know a lot of nobles in the Holy Guard City and memorize these materials so as not to arouse suspicion.”

As he ate, Rachel ate a slice of luncheon meat covered in chili peppers and then tilted her head back to drink half a can of beer.

Todd accepted the materials with a bitter expression, then suddenly remembered something and asked Rachel, "What do you think of Tristan?"

With her mouth full of food, Rachel mumbled, "What happened to him? Did he cause you any trouble?"

“No, he was very cooperative.” Todd slowly sipped his beer from the can. “Through my interactions with him today, I feel that he doesn’t have much prejudice against the church. Perhaps he’s someone who can be won over.”

Rachel swallowed her food with a beer in hand, patted her chest, and said, "He and his mentor, Abel, need something from Muxi City, and Muxi City can also use their influence in the church. That's all there is to their relationship. I don't agree with trying to win them over to our side."

Todd leaned forward: "Oh? See, why don't you agree?"

"First, he's not an outsider; he cares about the safety of scholars and mentors. You can't guarantee that one day, when their interests conflict, he won't turn his sword on us..."

Hearing this, Todd couldn't help but say, "We can't deny everything just because he's not a mutant, can we? Besides, even mutants have many enemies among us."

Rachel shook the wooden tag and said, "Once a person is labeled as an alien, it means that he has no way out but to stand on the opposite side of the world and fight for his freedom. The way the Elders fight for freedom is through violent attacks and oppressive rule, while Twilight City uses alliances and alliances. Between the two, I am more optimistic about the latter."

As Rachel's speech quickened, Todd glanced at her in surprise.

The woman's face was flushed. Todd counted the empty cans in front of her again and found there were as many as twelve.

Can you get drunk drinking beer in the Soul Space?

Just as Todd had this thought, Rachel continued, "Therefore, I hate two kinds of people the most. The first kind tries to use their alien abilities to enslave and destroy their fellow human beings in order to protect their own interests; the second kind tries to deny their alien identity and use a normal life to numb themselves."

"Ratchet, you seem drunk..."

“I didn’t get Sakura,” Rachel said, her face flushed, rolling her eyes as she thought, “Where was I just now?”

"Oh, right! There's another reason, and that's Tristan's mentor—Cardinal Abel!"

Rachel rubbed her temples hard, looking troubled, and said, "Among the people I've met over the years, there are a few I've never understood, and that old man Aberle is one of them."

Todd stood up with a wry smile and helped Rachel up, saying, "You've really had too much to drink. I didn't expect you to be such a lightweight... Here, I'll take you out. You should get some rest tonight."

Rachel wrapped her arms around Todd, her breath reeking of beer and chili: "I've seen one of your collections, but it used ice. Want to try it?"

Todd looked bewildered: "What collection? What ice cubes?"

Rachel kissed Todd's lips, the spiciness on her tongue causing Todd to furrow his brow.

With a mischievous grin on her face, Rachel slowly squatted down.

"What the hell are you doing?! Are you crazy?! It's so spicy! It's so hot!"