Tilea's Worries

Once I stopped by Hethalle's house and equipped myself with protective gear, I headed to Evil District. The armor is equipped with a clasp used in a fight with the previous docun. This has an excellent defense that bounces even intense punches of beasts and dragon men.

By the way, Hethalle (Bicef) was also equipped with first-class armor and swords.

Yeah, yeah, heck of a guy, he looks like a fine escort if he just looks like one. This would be a threat to Gorotsuki.

And we arrive in the Evil district......

Heh - there was such a compartment in the same Wangdu. I imagined it to some extent because there are so many whorehouses and slave markets......

This is somehow horny. 'Cause it feels like a hotel district in my last life. That's what stores line up all the time. Besides, I don't know if she's the number one lady in the store or the billboard daughter, but her awesome colorful Munmun sister is standing in front of the store and provoking the guys to go.

No, it's poison in the eye. Everything you see looks pink. That's the town Kabuki-kun who doesn't sleep. I'm just teasing you to watch.

Oh, really horny, horny, horny!

And you know it in this world. All women dress aggressively on one point of how they can seduce a man.

Ah! Especially that sister or something. What a colorful slit again that seems invisible and invisible.

All the men passing in front of that sister are looking at the slit.

How much is it for one night? Are the guests even girls ok?

No, no, no, no, no, what are you thinking? I was unconsciously opening my wallet and counting my money. The saliva also drips and looks unbearable.

What would Tim think if he saw me now? My sister's majesty is ruined. I slap Bashibashi in the face and kick out my worries.

"Oh, you have a good woman! Hey, sis, how much is it? You can double the price."

When I was in a light culture shock, I got tangled up from two drunk people. That's exactly the baptism of the drinking district.

What are we gonna do with these guys?

The two drunkards are a little bit of a goose foot with a nibble. You look like just a middle-aged old man, and you don't look like a strong man.

All right, if you're this drunk, if my fists hold on, you're a dick. I have a rough nose and a rough arm.

"Don't. Tyrea's not that kind of woman."

"What is it?

Wait a minute, heck. I buy manhood, but I pass out again.

"Hey, stop it! This is Bicef's husband, back in the capital, isn't it?

"Bicef, Bicef!? Are you kidding me, Bicef the Mad Dog!

"You guys, while I'm quiet, we're out of here."

"" Hino, Hino! Shh, I'm sorry!

Hey, what...

Bicef got rid of the drunken rattlesnakes.

Could it be a surprise? And a rabid dog, Bicef?

What a two-pronged and dangerous name. A little bit. The previous faults are also caused by the broken fangs from my rural life in Berga?

"Tilea, are you okay?

"Oh, thank you. Surprised. Mr. Bicef was around here, wasn't he?"

"No, I'm so young. When I was younger, I was a lot less helpful looking up there."

"Oh, really? So Biseph the Mad Dog..."

"Pfft, who said that at all? I was annoyed to be called by that name, too. Not to mention the guy who loses his hips just asking my name...... heck, even the named villain started to avoid coming through when he saw me. Phew, even..."

Hetero (Bicef), who talks about martial arts rather than martial arts even though he hasn't even heard it. Besides, it irritates me to say "Phew" and "Phew" in the separation of stories.

I was about to review it. You're setting your own flag for falling. And I can't properly listen to this stupid story when I'm running out of time.

"Ah, that Mr. Bicef, I'll see you next time..."

"Right. The story is going to be interesting..."

"No, it's cool. Anyway, show us where the information is gathered."

"Okay. Leave it to me."

Then head to the tavern where the information gathers with a guide to the heckle. Along the way, they get tangled up in drunkenness again, but when they look at the heckle face, the chimps run back.

Hmm, this has to be an upward revision of the Hetero (Bicef) rating. Aside from its strength, influence is one of its strengths.

That's how we arrived at the tame tavern.

I can't go into the store and leave the conversation to Bicef. I wanted to talk to you too. But the master of everything in that tavern also does the informer, but at first glance he says no. They wouldn't even be allowed to wait in front of the store if it were supposed to be. But he did something with Bissef's face there. Plus, while I was waiting, the watchman came over to keep me from getting tangled up by the drunk.

I was sick and tired of getting tangled up until I got here, and I honestly followed the heckle (Bicef) because it was surprisingly reliable.

The watchman is a thick matcho with a mustache. Yeah, reliable. It's hot and painful, but if you were staring at me with this face, there wouldn't be a guy who'd call me Kona.

"Oh, thank you..."

"Shut up and wait."

"Yes, sir"

Yeah, he was kind of an oligarchy, hard person to talk to. Well, let's be quiet, as I say. But it's also true that I care about the story.

I'll sneak out the window of the door and see how you two are doing. The two are talking to each other as they bash each other in the shoulder. We both smile. I don't know what the conversation is about from here. But I knew we were talking amicably from the way they were. I'm sure he said that Hethalle and the master of the tavern were old friends.

Yeah, it's exciting. You can say it's too exciting.

(Bicef) Are you talking about Tim? Do you understand the purpose of today?

Well, wouldn't you do something that irresponsible? About Tim, he's not supposed to be cold enough to get into our old stories that way.

The two of us desperately needed information about Tim - he wasn't a desperate face.

Uh-huh. Why?

If Tim's rumors are true, then Bisseph shouldn't look so loose.

Right! I still had a hard time getting rid of Tim!

Bicef found that out, too, so he was sneering. I'm sure so, something that Tim can't possibly be in such a dangerous place.

When I concluded so, I felt somewhat upward. There are guards, and I don't have to worry about getting tangled. I could afford to look around.

Relax and observe your surroundings.

Right now, the area around the tavern I'm in is a crossroads. If you take the right-hand aisle, you'll find a whorehouse, a slave city, a left-hand aisle, and you'll find a liquor store and a casino.

So I can see his purpose at the destination of the person on the road. The guys on the left hand side are booze or gambling. The ones on the right go to buy a woman.

Phew, nevertheless, there are a lot of guys going to the right hand side from just now. One, two, three, ah, four too...... a sketchy organization goes by.

Damn, he's always sketchy! With all these heavenly climbs, I'll do it well!

Ma'am, I don't mind...

I don't think anything "unclean" or "dirty". As an ex-man, I can fully understand how these guys feel.

Yeah, I understand, woman, even if I find someone I know, I'll pretend not to look at them.

That's what I think. Looking down the street,

Whoa! Suddenly I discovered someone I knew.

Was it just Gil from Division II?

As for Gil, Ol used to insist on recommending him. When Ol said, "I'm a proud subordinate of mine. Right arm. Please, use Master Tyrea," he said. I didn't hire him at the store the other way around because I'm what Ol would recommend.

That gill looked sharp and said, "I'm not interested in women! Keeping a face like," I'm trying to get in the right hand direction.

Ha, is that the kind of guy Gil is? He has a serious, hard face like a karate master and a tent on his lower body. It's called Mutzliskebe. You're the type.

Fine. It's fine. I'm not freaking out as much as I know how the muzzle is. There are many different types of men.

But it's not good. I never thought I'd run into an acquaintance here again.

This is pretty awkward when you have eyes.

I try to hide...

Ha!? And shit!

He didn't have a good time to hide, he just had eyes with Gil's guy. That's how awkward he is, isn't it? I tried to go sex, and more importantly, I met an acquaintance girl.

What are we gonna do?

I've got eyes and now I'm pretending to be someone else.

"This is Master Tyrea."

Yes, he called me all of a sudden. I was going to deal with him as an adult.

Well, they said hello. We need to try to have a normal conversation. You can't ignore it. I say to the warden, "I know you, so it's okay" and I move in front of Gill.

"Yay. Gil, this is a strange place to meet."

"Ha. I never thought I'd see Lord Tyrea in a place like this"

Oh, right. I know how that feels. Don't worry. I don't react like an alley girl. Amateur virginity is a woman with understanding.

"Gil, it's okay. I won't tell anyone I was here, and I understand. You need to wash your life."

"Ha. I'm not sure what Master Tyrea meant, but I'm here to partition the Evil District"

Oh, there it is...

It's you, Gil from Mutzliskebe. I thought you were going to delude me into coming to sex somehow. But I never thought you'd be deluded inside and out.

Phew, that's a rookie's excuse. It is an answer that falls outside my expectations.

Gil, normally, some girls have resistance just because a guy goes sex. If we combine to two more diseases, the dong pull will be confirmed.

But don't worry. It's okay. I'm a woman who understands both amateur virginity and Sick Two. Let me tell you something so you're not ashamed of yourself.

"Oh, yeah. The partition of the Evil district. All right, all right, take it easy on him. Mafia and Yakuza are no match for you."

"Dear Tyrea, does that 'mafia' and 'yakuza' mean the former tightening we manage? Of course I keep it under my umbrella. They won't notice because they have dummy superiors so they don't divulge information about the Evil Army."

"Ooh. Shh, that's not amazing. Da, even dummies think ether cars. Fine, fine."

"Ha. I know the compliments, the euphoria ultimate"

Gil's happy face. He's totally cute. So I guess you think you've deceived me. I know everything.

But let me trick you. Yeah, you didn't come here for sex. You're here to audit sales as a Mafia executive...

haha, I'm really tired of dealing with middle-and-disease patients.

Still, what Gil's been up to, are the other legions here? I shouldn't pry into these things much, but I'm starting to wonder.

"Hey, that's a different story, but do non-Gill legions come here a lot?

"Yes. The division of the Evil District is a carry-on of the Second Division. They come every week in turns."

"Oh, yeah. Is that about once a week?

"No, that's not true. Depending on the job allocation, some legions can be in this district for a whole week at some point."

"Oh, well. Yeah, it's a big thing..."

"I haven't been on a mission in two weeks, so I'm clear. Anyway, the rise of the Evil district is luxury."

"Oh, yeah. Yeah, yeah, that's luxurious. I'm a soomotter, too."

"Yes, we can't take this place off to secure funding for the Evil Gods Army. Inspect Division Chief Ortizio every once in a while."

"Stop. Fine. That's enough."

"Ha."

Yeah, he was a worse question than I expected. I don't want to know any more about the lower body of a legion member.

Then Gil said, "Audit today's ascent," and went gnawing at the girl. Don't hurt your back too much at all.

When I was stunned by you, Gil of Mutzliskebe, Hethalle (Bicef) seemed to have finished collecting information. Bicef came back to me waiting at the entrance to the store.

"So, Mr. Bicef, did you have any information on Tim?

"Well, for once..."

"What do you mean, once?

"That sounds like a lot of information is complicated. It's silver hair, it's gray hair, it's not clear what it looks like."

"Huh!? Then you still don't know if it's Tim!

"Yeah, it's just like a pretty girl who's been rumored lately is going to be put up in a slave city today"

"Duh, Slave City, no! Ma, ma, ma, no way, no way Tim..."

"No, now I know it's not Tim."

"How can you say all that!

"Tim is a student at a clean magic school. That can't be slavery all of a sudden."

"Wow, you don't know! My classmates tricked me or pushed me into judgment for bad business practices."

"Tyrea, the kingdom is not so loosely regulated that such impotence passes to enslave the students of our nation's proud School of Magic."

"Mr. Bicef, it's sweet. I don't know what's going to happen in the world. All right? Suddenly, one day, a shop is sold off to an acquaintance."

"Guuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!

"It's okay that it was something else. If Tim had been a slave..."

"Tilea, I get it. Anyway, let's hurry to Slave City."

I don't need to be told by the heckle, I'm heading straight to the slave city. Tim, wait, because your sister will definitely try to save you.