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.

interest, and shook his head as he

under his

track down the sender with the distinct perfume on the letter, but the pungent scent of perfumes

Vicky would definitely

not with her on

"Hmm...?!"

anxious, he paused, staring at

about the tavern, and the women were not particularly

smell a scent identical to the perfume

and soon, a woman in a belly dancer get-up

giggled and fanned herself, spreading the scent of her

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

"Haha..." The woman giggled,

toward him. "Now that's a really strange question, handsome You're the one who

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