It was a calm night and he was placed in an abandoned building across the street from their target. The women said nothing after this and all slowly approached the house. He could feel his heart rate increase and a part hoped the women would abandon him. He wasn't sure about his eye for women but he was the one who gave them the go-ahead, after seeing her a few times in a local bar.

As he watched in silence, he noticed one of the women finally starting to make their move. She entered through the window of the building. He wondered where the others were but soon had his attention on the building he was standing in. He realized its roof was damaged to the point he could see the night sky outside. He saw the roofs of other nearby buildings and they had the same issue, including their victim's house. Poverty seems to be an issue in this part of town.

Albus had a knack for less fortunate women but who would have known it would have benefited him in this way?

He didn't see or hear any commotion from the house. He was alone in the dark building with his thoughts. He wondered if they had failed somehow and walked from the window to get a closer look. Before he could make another step he saw one of the women in full black leave the building with a sack over her shoulder, with several other women following her.

The feeling Albus felt as he watched them leave with her was indescribable. He clutched the wooden window sill he leaned against and left visible cracks in it. He had sentenced this young woman to a fate comparable to death. All for the sake of the women he knew. All because he was foolish to trust his family. And after seeing how easy it was, he couldn't help but laugh.

She had her own life and probably went through tribulations of her own but he laughed at how easily he could throw her life away just because he didn't know her. The relief he felt knowing the maids he sent away would be returned outweighed any guilt he had at witnessing this. Something in him changed that night and he embraced it with open arms.

Avis approached him and removed the woman from the sack. Albus walked over to the woman and gave her a pat on the head.

"Thank you for protecting my daily life."

There was some bruising around her neck and it wasn't hard to see how they knocked her out.

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Two weeks passed and Albus managed to get all the women his uncle desired. They both sat in his study with Avis standing guard outside.

"Well, I'll be." His uncle commented after entering the room. "You did manage to get 18 women, and they're all lookers too."

"Did you think I wouldn't do it?" Albus coldly asked.

"Well, I'm just surprised you have such a talent for it. You and your maids here are honestly better than some professionals I've worked with." He took out a pipe and began having a puff. "Just like you've asked, I've dropped them all here. (I was planning to kill one for each one he didn't have a replacement for but, I suppose some people in this world have talents in areas you wouldn't expect.)"

The man with as many chins as a pig had nipples, pulled out a piece of paper. He looked it over and it was an internal agreement of sorts, with a company named "East Anglia Exotic Enterprises".

"By the way, from now on you'll be dealing with the men from this company. I don't have time to be showing up here every week."

He pulled a pin and handed it to him.

"Make sure you properly get your thumbprint on it." His uncle told him.

("So this was how he was going to control me after I got the women back")

While this world wasn't as advanced as Tibaut's, blood and a thumbprint were easy ways of verifying a person, if you had enough money.

He pricked his thumb without hesitation and pressed it against the paper.

His uncle quickly snatched the paper out of his hand. "Pleasure doing business with you."

He scurried away and left the mansion not long after.

He got up and made his way outside.

"How are the ones that came back?"

Avis turned to him. "In terms of body, they are slightly malnourished. In terms of mind, half of them aren't fully here. Master Bradle-"

She was cut off by him. "You know Avis, I've realised something these last few weeks."

She remained silent.

"I don't care what I'd have to do, but I know I'd do anything to keep you guys safe. So if you ever feel too tired let me know. I'll do it myself "

Avis gritted her teeth and looked away from his face. She was the one who had suggested it, so there was not a chance she would make her master do what she had pitched.

"Don't be foolish Lord Bradley, if you end up being caught, it wouldn't benefit any of us. Just sit back and let us do our job."

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A year passed and his uncle was in front of him.

"It's a damn shame those three maids of yours were caught in a human trafficking ring. It's such a shame really I wouldn't have expected it from them." The old man sarcastically commented.

"Uncle Choeros, what is the purpose of this visit exactly? This is the first time in several months you've decided to visit me." Albus coldly asked.

"Can't a man visit his nephew…" His uncle's expression changed. "Leave this property. The police are finding you too suspicious."