Our family is in decline

Looking at the countless battle marks on the breastplate, which were the medals of a soldier, Lance was sure that the veteran was a ruthless man wandering between life and death.

Disma brought Lance a bag containing some coins, which was the leader's entire net worth.

There aren't even a few silver coins, most of them are copper coins, so it seems like a lot, but in fact it's only about a hundred dollars.

Lance still had some unfinished business, so after briefly handling it, he led the team to a special place to continue clearing out the mercenaries.

The bandit invasion caused a large number of men in the town to die, leaving many women behind. What should these people do when faced with high prices for food after losing the breadwinner of their family?

The answer is that they have all become commodities. Most of the people here have been driven to a dead end by life. In order to survive, selling themselves, wives, and children is not a very rare thing these days.

The only people who still have money are the mercenaries and the sailors who call at the ports. In this era, there are only a few places where money can be used for entertainment.

Soon the answer came from the town's booming industries - taverns, casinos and brothels.

Women are forced to serve those people and get money to live on from them, and some even end up here just for a bite to eat.

When Lance learned about these situations from Susan, he was extremely angry. Population is the lowest and most precious resource in this world. As a lord, Lance knew that if he wanted to develop the town, he must have more people.

So now that young, fertile women in the town are being used as tools by these people to make money, when will the town regain its population?

What these people are exploiting is not the women, but the future of the territory.

What he’s selling isn’t prostitution, it’s digging into his roots!

"It is my shame as a lord to allow the people of the territory to have a chance to survive in this way!" Lance looked up at the building in front of him with a gloomy face.

Disma and Leonard felt the lord's anger. They had been to many territories, but this was the first time they saw a noble getting angry over the living conditions of ordinary people.

The brothel is a two-story building made of wood. It is a rare large building in such a place. It looks like it has been around for a while. Fortunately, it was not destroyed by the war.

The construction style inside is not aesthetically pleasing at all, and it looks like an ordinary hotel.

The door was open, and there was a fat middle-aged woman on duty at the front desk. As soon as Lance entered, he heard her welcoming words.

"Several guests..."

"Where are the sheriffs?" Lance asked directly before she could finish speaking.

"What kind of Sheriff? I only have women here." Chicken Tou looked at a few people with a strange expression.

Lance didn't mean to tolerate her at all, he just took out his gun and shot it on the counter.

"I just want to hear the information I want."

Although Lance and the others looked like they were not easy to mess with, Chicken Tou was not afraid at all. He obviously regarded Lance and the others as mercenaries who had no money and wanted to have sex for free.

"Where did this guy come from? He actually grabbed my head. Do you know who I am?"

"She is the mayor's wife, the owner of this brothel."

Susan introduced Lance to the side, but also attracted Chicken Head's attention.

I saw her looking at Susan, and said with a look of disgust: "This is not worth much if you want to sell it~"

No one expected that Lance would pull the hair of Chicken Head, press her head on the counter, and hit her temple hard with the butt of the gun in his hand.

"Sell your mother!"

Lance was not stingy with his strength at all. The first blow caused the chicken's head to bleed, and the instant dizziness even prevented her from reacting further.

Soon after being hit hard one after another, he lay on the counter and passed out. The blood on his head was still flowing.

But Lance had no intention of stopping, and continued until the chicken head completely lost its life.

"Who gave you the courage to talk to me like this?" Lance's disdainful eyes were undisguised, and he calmly wiped the blood on his hands on her body, and then [sacrifice] it.

"There's not much space inside. Leonard, please stay here and don't let anyone out. Disma and Susan come in with me."

Without any hesitation, Susan picked up the candlestick on the counter and followed her. Disma had no choice but to follow quickly when she saw this, leaving Leonard alone at the door. He stood silently in front of his sword, with both hands on it. The handle looks like a piece of armor.

Not bothering to investigate slowly, Lance opened a room directly.

There was a weird stench inside the room, and the bed quilt inside was also a dirty color. It hadn't been washed for an unknown period of time, and it was about to turn into black patches.

Just the next scene made it difficult for him to adapt.

The woman behind the door didn't even look at him. When she heard the sound of the door opening, she took off her cloth-like clothes and lay down on the bed like a puppet. There were all kinds of strange things on her repulsive body. The scars, the expressionless face and the empty eyes were almost like a corpse.

The woman's reaction was of no interest to Lance. On the contrary, he felt angry, a feeling that his human dignity had been trampled on.

She was no longer a human being, not even an animal, but a tool.

They are a tool for making money, and a tool for mercenaries to vent their sexual desires, but they are not human beings.

"Put on some clothes and I promise you'll see the sunrise tomorrow."

The woman's numb expression changed slightly, but when she came back to her senses, the door had been closed again. The words she just said were like an auditory hallucination. As the darkness swallowed the room again, a glimmer of hope just rose in the woman's heart. Killed again.

Lance didn't have time to waste on one or two people, so he opened the door all the way.

The person behind the door was either as numb as before, or he was frightened and hiding in the corner of the bed.

There are not only adults, but also minors, not only women, but also little boys.

Lance had never been in contact with these places, either in his previous life or in this life. There was a huge difference between what he heard and what he had seen in real life. There was nothing beautiful about it. On the contrary, it was dirty, twisted and chaotic.

In addition to those who did not receive guests, there were also some scenes that were not suitable for children when they opened the door. However, few people could react at this time, and those men could only succumb to Disma's spear and sword.

The woman was taken away by Susan and resettled in another place, but the mercenaries were not so lucky, and they were all turned into sacrifices and returned to Lance.

But soon an unexpected person appeared.

Lance pushed the door open and found a skinny, skeleton-like old man holding a woman on the bed. He was awakened by the sound of the door opening and was groping for his glasses on the side.

"Who is it?"

Disma's dagger, which he was about to swing forward, paused, and involuntarily turned to look at Lance, waiting for orders.

Because that person was the housekeeper who left them and ran away alone.