anwhile, back in the church.
Only after confirming that no one was inside the room did Marty begin moving toward his desk. Opening its bottom left drawer, he reached for its hidden compartnt and drew an item out.
It was made out of glossy crystal, the size of his palm, and at its bottom was a hole, and rings of circles filled with runes were engraved on its back.
Checking his surroundings once more, he infused the crystal with his mana and waited for a response.
[KKK]
Hearing the reply, Marty thought about the codeword which was given to him he muttered.
[ZAZ]
[So, it’s my boy Marty... what do I owe the pleasure?]
A voice rang in the room. Even though he wasn’t present here, Marty could feel getting intoxicated by his voice. He could feel a charm from it, drawing closer to it.
[I want to talk about the dungeon.]
[hmumm! What is it? Do you want to sell the stone on the black market? Uhmm!! The churches are still cheapstakes... well, I can get you a better price for the stone. But let tell you it won’t be worth the hassle.]
[No, it’s not that, th—]
Before he could finish his words, the reply ca again.
[Than what... don’t tell you want to dispose of the students. Don’t you think it is too far, even for you? Just bring them to , and I can tamper with their mories.]
Annoyed by his constant interruption, Marty gripped the communication device in anger and muttered, [Tsk! Let finish first. The students... all have died. Probably.]
[...]
After a mont of silence, the man replied with surprise.
[hmm! Well, that’s not good. Didn’t they suppose to be the best of them? How can they die just in a common dungeon... how low the academy had fallen. Tsk. Tsk.]
[That’s none of your concern...] Nothing wanting to drag the conversation any longer than it needed, Marty thinks for a mont before replying.
[I want so artifacts. I’m thinking of employing rcenaries to do the diving. Do you have any connection?]
[Well, why are you employing the rcenary? Can’t you go on your own? Our mission has ended, so you should be free.]
[No... that’s not it, we are only—] Marty was about to blurt sothing out confidential, but controlled himself, [Never mind. Think that I just can’t go.]
[Well, you do you... But if you need artifacts, I can help you with that... you can et in my usual place. For the rcenaries, I have a few people in mind, but I don’t know if they will agree to you.]
[Not a problem... let talk with them first... I will arrive there soon... prepare them.]
[As you wish, my dear Ser...] Saying, the man from the other side cut the connection.
’At least the problem of the artifacts is solved, well the acquiring part at least.’ Sighing, he moved toward the drawer once again and picked a pouch. Just from the weight alone, no one could’ve guessed the wealth residing in it.
Going to the washroom, the inquisitor freshen up and removed his chruch’s robe. Wearing a discrete cloths, he moved out of the church and began moving toward the central market of the capital.
’How crowded...’ Sighing he began slightering away.
Marty saw as the people filled the wide streets like bugs. rchants shouted over one another, calling out prices for fruit, cloth, spices, tools, potion, charms and many more magical item.
As he moved through a section, the air was thick with the sll of roasted at, fresh bread, sweet flowers, and sharp herbs.
"Mother... buy that... i want it.."
Children bothered their parents forcing them to buy the item they desired. While the guards walked slowly through the crowd, watching for any pickpockets.
"Soone.. Help.. my pouch its gone..." Though, despite their efforts so slips out.
Despite the srizing charm of the market, Marty didn’t stop there and continued moving forward. Soon, the number of people entering began to slow down.
After walking for so ti, instead of continuing along the main path, Marty sidetracked into an alleyway.
The place was narrow and dim, squeezed between tall, old buildings. The ground was uneven, with cracked stones and small puddles from yesterday’s rain.
As he continued forward, the alleyway opened into a second market. It was a market of a different kind. Instantly, the strong scent of liquor mixed with cheap fragrance overwheld his senses.
"Only thousand nex for two hour... only 800 nex for the next two. Repeated custor can enjoy a special techqniue i’d learned for free."
"O beautiful.. For you, I can make a discount.. 950 nex."
"700 nex..."
The voice of won filled the place as so people ca close to him and opened their mouths, "Sir. Premium booze and a lady for all night just for 5000 nex."
A strong scent of booze leaked from the man’s mouth, making Marty frown. Covering his nose with his hand, he moved back a little and shook his head.
"No thanks..."
Navigating through the red light area, he arrived at a certain brothel.
| Heaven’s Quarter |
The brothel was unlike any he had seen in the area. It was beautiful, with several n guarding its entrance. The scent here wasn’t cheap or overwhelming, but ca from a particular breed of patchouli that the brothels had learned to grow on.
Impressed by the design of its front, Marty moved when the guard standing in the entrance blocked his him, their spears blocking his path.
Eying him, one of them muttered, "Do you have an appointnt?"
’Since when did brothels need appointnts?’ Confused about whether he had heard the words correctly or not, Marty removed the hood from his face.
Scratching his chin, he asked, "Appointnt?"
Fed up with all these freeloaders, the guard bit his lips in frustration and warned him, "If you don’t have one, get out of here while I’m still being ni—"
Before the guard could finish his words, Marty threw couple of notes on them.
Angered by it, they were about to tear the man apart when their gaze landed on the denominator of the paper. Three bills each with thousand written all over them.
Turning their head around, one of the guards smiled and opened his mouth, "Welco, sir... this is exactly place you are looking for."
Impressed by the man, they instantly cleared the way for him.
’Greed... it’s insatiable.’ Nodding his head, he went to the reception and asked, "I’m here to et Elyon..."
Hearing the na, a smile blood over the lady’s face, "Of course, sir. Let ask if the sir is ready or not."
’Sir..’ Confused, he asked, "Sir?"
"Ohh!! You didn’t know. He is the owner of Heaven’s Quarter." She announced, her chest puffing in proudness.
’Owner of this place, he, never told that... now that I think about it... I don’t really know anything about it aside from his na.’ Marty tried rembering, but he couldn’t recall any personal information about Elyon.
While he was busy pondering over it, the lady replied, "Sir is on the top floor. Let her accompany you."
Nodding his head, he followed the girl upstairs and arrived at the said room. Pointing toward the handle, the attendant went downstairs, leaving him alone.
Sighing, Marty turned the handle and opened the door. The mont he did, a strange sensation began to overwhelm him.
’Who is using magic here?’ Blinking, he cast a spell on himself and stepped forward.
Ahh..! Ngh... ! Hah!!.. Yess.. moree!!
A few steps in, and he saw Elyon in the bed with multiple ladies in his embrace. His face was plastered on the blossom of a lady while the other one was sucking his manhood.
One of them was scrathing his back, while so of the ladies were busy playing among themselves.
Ngh!... Mmm!...Haah!... Ahn!
Suddenly, a sound reached him.
"Ohh!! Marty, co... join us."
"No thanks..." Glancing at the ladies who found no interest in his existence, he added, "Can you send them away?"
"Ahh!! I don’t want to..." Plastering his face deeper in her blossom he wantedto remain there. After a mont he snapped his finger and muttered winking, "Ladies gives us man so ti."
Along with the ladies Elyon ca down from the bed.
Looking at the "thing" in front of him, Marty was shocked beyond words. Blinking, he looked down at himself. Then, shaking his head, he lifted his hand and looked at it.
His eyes widening as a thought ca to mind, ’He is a monster...’
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