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.

no interest, and

same time, he was grumbling under his breath,

track down the sender with the distinct perfume on the

especially annoyed that Vicky would definitely be harassed if she

not with her on top of

"Hmm...?!"

left him increasingly anxious, he paused, staring at a certain

nothing innovative about the tavern, and the women were

could smell a scent identical to the perfume

in

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

was the sender and reared his chin at her as he asked, "Who

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