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.

I'll pass," Frank said, having no interest, and shook his head as he sidestepped

under his

sender with the distinct perfume on the

annoyed that Vicky would definitely be harassed if she showed up

he was not with her

"Hmm...?!"

the thought left him increasingly anxious, he

was nothing innovative about the tavern, and the women

smell a scent identical to the

without further ado, and soon, a woman in a

fanned herself, spreading

became even more sure that she was the sender and reared his chin at her as he asked,

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