Besides the initial panic of encountering a ghost, in the days that followed, Bick, this coarse fellow with nerves of steel, actually started getting along more naturally with Mary.
"You are definitely not human."
Mary complained discontentedly.
After shaking off that sense of loneliness from being alone, Mary gradually returned to her girlish nature.
"Such an idiot."
Mary shook her head silently. She knew very well that among the entire floor of the Emperor's Pavilion, besides Bieke, a mortal, everyone else, including herself, belonged to the Alien Clan.
"Mary, do you think they know you aren't human?"
Mary emphasized again, "I'm a ghost."
"Sorry, that was a slip of the tongue."
Bick scratched his head awkwardly, then asked puzzledly, "Why did this woman come here? Looking for fun?"
Bick had only heard of this top-notch bar by name and had never actually been inside.
"Who knows."
