With those words, Glen turned toward Jet and said, "Gather the blackguards and go to Waver Street with Frank. We need to be serious about this."

Frank would rather work alone, but he was not familiar with Morhen and had to agree to Glen's suggestion.

Soon, the blackguards were sortied and departed.

However, Waver Street was very far from Turnbull Estate, and it was night by the time they arrived.

It was certainly a lively place, where people freely mingled, even going at it in the alley.

Curses, cheers, and jeers could be heard from any corner, and Frank actually stood out like a sore thumb.

He split up with Jet before walking down the street as agreed.

"Hey, handsome. Wanna hang out?" A flamboyantly dressed woman stood out in the street, winking at Frank with a cigarette between fingers.

"Come on in! Our ladies are the best!" A middle-aged woman beckoned at Frank.

interest, and shook his head as

time, he was grumbling under

with the distinct perfume on the letter, but

him especially annoyed that Vicky would definitely be harassed if she

with her on top

"Hmm...?!"

thought left him increasingly anxious, he

innovative about the tavern, and the

Frank could smell a scent identical to the perfume on

inside without further ado, and soon, a woman in a belly dancer get-up and a veil started downstairs

and fanned herself, spreading the scent of

sender and reared his chin at her as

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