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.

Frank said, having no interest, and shook his head

was grumbling under

with the distinct perfume on the letter, but the pungent scent of perfumes was everywhere along

especially annoyed that Vicky would definitely be harassed if

was not with

"Hmm...?!"

the thought left him increasingly anxious, he paused, staring at a

tavern, and the

identical to the perfume on

woman in a belly dancer get-up and

are you from, handsome?" She giggled and fanned herself, spreading

became even more sure that she was the sender and reared

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