There were tons of beautiful girls dancing on stage.

Playing with their feet and then smiling at the customers.

All eyes looking at them, the beautiful girl with long black hair, the dancer on the stage then took off a piece of clothing that covered her breasts leaving a pair of black panties covering her crotch.

The round breasts with protruding nipples along with the seductive ass dance were enough to stimulate the desire of every predator's eyes around them. Dozens of copper coins and a few silver coins are now falling as an expression of gratitude.

"Horai..."

The men then followed the dancer's dance.

Although this is not a full-fledged brothel, it is always filled with men looking for a partner for the night.

Enjoying the beautiful sight of beautiful half-naked girls dancing was enough to fulfill the desires of the men who risked their lives for work. They, the mercenaries.

They are hardworking men who always think that the meaning of life is just about how you enjoy every moment before you die.

Accompanied by the music, the strippers, play with their hips and big, round breasts to attract as many customers as possible. It doesn't matter what miserable lives they've had or how desperate the girls' verdicts are to be in a place like this, but that's what they do now. Making a lot of money by selling their only valuable asset, which is self-respect itself.

Right inside the room, there was a wooden table along with two men drinking alcohol.

One of the men had a bulging belly while the man near him was covered in strong muscles, so it was easy to guess that the man must be a former warrior or mercenary.

The muscle man was named, Roland Borneo.

"There are no attractive women around here."

"What's the matter? Do you want to hire a woman to accompany you to bed?"

"Forget it, right now I don't have enough money to hire any woman."

Roland who did not care then placed a cup of alcohol on the table.

For some reason, his finances were currently in a bad state. The merchants who often hired his services were beginning to lose trust, especially since news had spread that the areas outside the city were unsafe.

All of that was caused by the activities of the dangerous organization called the Death order. People believed that no mercenary could protect them if Death order attacked.

"It was said that Death order never looted their loot. Then why do they keep doing such useless crazy things?"

"It's all done for the sake of a ritual."

Roland said that as his throat was filled with warm alcoholic liquid.

Right after the scent of alcohol came out of his mouth, a woman with short white hair and wearing a coat with intricate patterns came over to them.

The woman had an aura of maturity that most women rarely had. From the look in her sharp eyes, it was clear that the woman had high self-esteem and a hint of arrogance worthy of royalty.

'This woman, she didn't plan to come here to be a prostitute.'

The short white-haired woman then sat down near Roland. In good faith, Roland immediately offered her a glass of wine.

"Would you like a glass of wine, sweet lady?"

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Silent, the woman did not say anything before asking.

"Where can I meet someone named Roland."

"In front of your eyes."

The woman then turned to Roland while showing a sharp look in her eyes. As Roland watched, he felt that she was looking down on him as a disgusting man.

After a while the woman blinked, she then offered something.

"Can you work under my orders?"

"Depends, how much can you pay me? But before that, I would like to ask, how did you know I was in this place?"

"Mr. Gustaf told me."

"Ah, that man. I heard that when Mr. Gustaf went to the North yesterday, he also brought a lot of merchandise. Why don't you go with Mr. Gustaf? I think it's a better way than hiring mercenaries."

In a community of merchants, cooperating was a natural thing to do, not only about buying and selling business but also security.

Usually during busy times when Roland had a lot of work, the person paying for his services always came from a group of merchants and definitely not from a single merchant.

If a group of merchants hired mercenaries, the cost burden would be less and the profit would be greater. For this reason, it was rare for a single merchant to hire mercenaries.

"I have my own business."

The short white-haired woman replied briefly.

No matter what goal the woman wanted to achieve or whether the woman was a beginner, it was still an advantage for Roland. There was no reason to refuse such a good offer when his finances were in trouble.

Using the momentum of friction, Roland then slid the cup of wine under the head to offer to the woman before then mentioning how much money he wanted.

"Eight silver coins per person for one delivery. Is that okay with you?"

"Bring about 15 people, position yourself where you might fight monsters, bandits or wild animals."

Roland then extended his hand as if he wanted to ask for money while introducing himself.

"Roland Borneo."

"White Hazel."

Hazel's eyes then looked at Roland's open hand. She grabbed the bag full of money from under her coat and placed it on the table.

"Half of the price, I'll give you the rest once we reach our destination."

"Deal."

Roland opened the money bag and quickly examined it, as mentioned, half of their fee was there, this also indicated that Hazel actually already knew how much they were worth, so she had prepared without recalculating, perhaps she knew it from Mr. Gustaf.

Looking back at the cup of wine, Hazel with an emotionless expression gulped down the wine.

For those who didn't have any resistance to alcohol, the wine was actually quite intoxicating for both men and women, some men used it before bringing a prostitute just for fun. But judging from Hazel's reaction, at least for that mature woman, the wine she drank was not a problem, it meant she was probably used to drinking alcohol or something stronger.

Hazel, with a cold expression then looked behind her back. There, there was an easy-going man dancing with a half-naked girl, occasionally the man glanced at Hazel, Hazel who noticed that then asked Roland.

"Is he your friend?"

"No, he's not part of my group."

Hearing that, Hazel lost interest, she then grabbed the wine bottle near Roland and poured it into the empty cup. Soon, the cup was filled with wine until the small container could hold no more.

Red-colored water spread over the table, along with a strong aroma, Hazel grabbed the bottle cap and put it on.

She then took off the white coat she was wearing to ask Roland to keep it for a while.

Roland accepted the white coat, his strong muscles then felt the strangeness there.

'This coat is heavy.'

A woman should not carry this much weight, because even the strong Roland recognized that what was inside the coat was probably equivalent to carrying a lump of iron.

'Ah!?'

Checking inside the coat, Roland then found that several iron boxes were actually attached to it.

Roland's eyes then looked at Hazel.

The slender hips and tight-fitting clothes painted Hazel's body shape as captivating. A wide ass with one side of the hip carrying a black sword and the other side carrying a strange fist-sized object.

Hazel's graceful footsteps now stopped right in front of a man, the man then paused for a moment before putting on a lewd smile.

"Sweet miss, do you want to have some fun?"

Hazel replied without saying anything.

On the other hand, the man who was filled with passion inside him instantly grazed Hazel's breasts, he played with his right hand to feel the softness of the round breasts. After he played with it for a while, the man saw Hazel's expression as the mature woman did not even move her eyes, still wearing a cold look.

However, the man realized one thing.

"Haha... you're still a virgin-"

Crack!

Instantly a glass bottle flew through the air and hit the man's head, immediately the man lost his balance due to some nerves in his brain being severed, he then fell then blood flowed down his nose and cheeks, looking to the left broken glass was scattered around him.

"What are you doing asshole bitch!"

With all his remaining strength, the man unleashed a punch at Hazel but she quickly caught it. Now the man's hand was stuck and could not be released.

"Let go, you bitch- achk!!!"

Getting harder, his fist turned into a grip. And with concentrated force, the sound of bones breaking began to resound.

The women who knew nothing began to panic, some ran out to save themselves while others fell to the floor in fear.

As everyone remaining watched what was happening, the man began to scream and cry.

His hands and both legs had twisted in unnatural positions.

"AAAAAAAH!"

Screaming as loud as he could without a single person coming to his aid. Pulling out all the courage he had, the man then asked.

"Why are you doing this to me?"

"Ever since I came to this place, your disgusting eyes keep looking at me."

"What, just because of that? Are you crazy, everyone else does it too."

Hearing what the man said, Hazel then hit his face several times. Fresh blood flew into the air and then fell to the floor.

After the man couldn't open his mouth anymore, Hazel then paused.

"Rewriting scientific journals that have been destroyed is very difficult, moreover there is no adequate technology so it is almost impossible to do."

Releasing the man's limp body, Hazel got up from her current position, she was now reaching for the broken bottle with the cap still intact.

Aiming the pointed end of the broken part of the bottle just below the man's neck preparing to stab. He, Hazel then said something that was hard to understand.

"There are so many boundaries to cross. Natural resources, human resources, technology, I'm even starting to give up thinking about it. Ah! But what if I start with something simple? Although it's very long and troublesome because it has to be done manually which requires more samples and resources, the possibility of success is very small but it's worth trying."

After a while Hazel stopped her mouth from speaking, she then pierced the wide white neck, blood instantly poured out filling every space in the broken bottle like pouring red wine into a cup.

The man's body then fell to the floor as his life disappeared.

Seeing this, Roland, who was sitting with his pot-bellied friend, tried to remind him not to do anything stupid.

"That woman is crazy. She's a monster, never look her in the eye."

The heavy voice of an adult woman from a distance then called Roland's name. Roland immediately turned his head towards the source of the voice.

"Mr. Roland, please clean up all this, I don't want even a little blood left. Make this a proof of our cooperation."