Chapter 163

The bearded one and dead-fish eyes — that was presumably us.

We had lifted the wretched mercenary's wallet and ran.

We walked along the road leading out of the mercenary quarter.

But as we walked, we wandered into somewhere peculiar — a street with a distinctly sinister and squalid atmosphere.

"This seems to be where the brothels are clustered."

"What's a brothel?"

Emily leaned in and explained in a whisper.

"Good heavens. Places like that actually exist?"

"It's a market with substantial demand. That's how markets work. As long as there's demand, it can't disappear. I suppose it would cease to exist if all the customers died."

"Shouldn't this be illegal, though? How is this acceptable?"

"It already is illegal. But it persists regardless."

I grimaced.

I wanted to be out of this filthy alley as quickly as possible.

But there was no other way through to the territorial boundary…