Believe, believe, of course.
Imiya smiled implicitly and swallowed back the witty words on her lips.
She was going out to hunt for women, so she couldn't lose her temper with children.
Seeing that Imiya gave in, Lilia, who had won a small victory with force, smiled proudly, waved her hand and said: "You have to go out anyway, so why don't you stop by to inquire about the news? If anything happens, come back and tell me immediately."
Imiya agreed obediently, and as soon as she went out, she immediately forgot about it.
After leaving the hotel, she did not go to the pub immediately. Instead, she turned around and entered a clothing store that she had been eyeing for a long time.
If you want to enter the tavern, wearing this robe is definitely not enough.
It will create a certain sense of distance, and it will also lower other people's evaluation of her.
So, a little bit of disguise is required.
How to do this depends on what type of goal you have next.
Imiya held her chin and thought for a while, suddenly wanting to try a younger type.
This type of group is more curious and easier to take the bait. To deal with them, you can focus on creating a sense of mystery.
After buying two pieces of ready-made clothes from the proprietress who was about to close, Imiya changed into a long skirt, put a royal blue cloak on her body, and walked slowly towards the tavern pointed by the proprietress.
At this time, it was the busiest time in the tavern. Imiya adjusted her expression and walked in.
The moment she appeared, the noise seemed to pause for a moment, and all kinds of eyes were directed at this lady who didn't seem to belong here.
Imiya calmly walked to the bar and ordered a glass of wine.
"What do you need, ma'am?"
Putting down the wine glass he was cleaning, the bartender leaned against the bar and asked diligently.
"Just the same as the gentleman next to me."
Imiya turned her head and nodded towards Morrison.
This angle is very subtle, just enough for Morrison, who is drinking at the side, to see her side profile, which is half-exposed and exquisite under the cover of the sapphire blue cloak.
Like a gorgeous piece of art.
However, Morrison only glanced at it lightly, and then withdrew his gaze without interest.
It looked good, but he didn't smell the smell of a married woman.
This is a special sense of smell belonging to married women hunters, and the probability of error is not greater than one percent.
Since she is not a wife, she is not within the scope of his hunting.
What Imiya looks like has nothing to do with him.
This is the same as when Chinese people see a panda and think it is cute, but they will definitely not have any appetite.
The bartender took a second look, but he was more wary than excited.
She didn't get the effect she expected, and Imiya didn't care. She continued to maintain her melancholy and mysterious persona and sat on the other side of the bar.
Turning his eyes to the side of the invisible person, Morrison called to the bartender: "Who is this? Have you seen it?"
The bartender replied, "No, but he's probably not an ordinary person."
"I think so."
Morrison also felt the same way, not only because of Imiya's mysterious-looking outfit, but more importantly, he could feel the dangerous aura from this woman.
She must be a strong professional.
Just in case, it's better to avoid it.
Quickly reaching a consensus with his companion, Morrison drank the remaining wine in the glass in one gulp and said goodbye to the bartender with a normal expression.
The busy bartender didn't even raise his head, just waved his hand familiarly and ignored him.
The interaction between the two was very natural, but when Imiya looked at Morrison's retreating back, a hint of amusement gradually rose in her eyes.
She seemed to smell the smell of a scumbag.
