Brothel

Shua, shua, shua!

The iron sword's shriek as it tore through the air echoed continuously.

Berg wielded the iron sword in his hand at an extremely fast speed, so fast that it even produced afterimages.

The Eagle Eye vision he gained after taking the magic potion not only greatly improved his long-range vision, but also enhanced his dynamic vision.

Under his focused Gaze, the pounces of the nine Gray Wolves turned into slow motion—the contraction of the mother Gray Wolf's hind leg muscles on the left front, the saliva dripping from the head wolf's mouth on the right rear. This information converged in his mind, forming the upcoming slaughter map.

The first Gray Wolf that pounced was precisely cut off at its front paws by him in the first moment. Then, like countless times of training in the Martial Arts Training Field, he turned and slashed, cutting through the throat of the second wolf behind him.

Blood splattered on the moss-covered soil, instantly dyeing it dark red.

After that, his whole person seemed to transform into a stream of light, constantly shuttling through the encirclement of the wolves.

His swordsmanship was not profound, but it was extremely precise and swift. Each strike aimed at the Gray Wolves' eyes, throats, and other vital points from different angles.

Often, before the Gray Wolves' claws and teeth could touch Berg's leather-clad body, their lives were taken away by the iron sword that tore through the air.

In just a few dozen seconds, several Gray Wolves lay on the ground, unable to move, miserably wailing as they waited for death. Blood flowed from their wounds, and a thick bloody smell permeated the air.

The only remaining head wolf, upon seeing this scene, turned around without hesitation and fled into the depths of the dense forest.

Berg picked up the bow and arrow from the ground, drew an arrow, and nocked it on the bowstring, which had been lubricated by the Gray Wolf's blood.

Bang! The arrow shot towards the distance like a shooting star, steadily piercing into the head wolf's rear.

The force of the shot was so great that only the arrow's fletching was left exposed behind the head wolf.

Awoo! Awoo! Awoo! The head wolf jumped up and down like a comical dancer, its voice so miserable that Xian, on the tree, felt a chill down his spine.

After jumping several times in the air, the poor head wolf fell headfirst to the ground and gradually lost its breath.

Too miserable... After completing this series of kills, Berg, his body bathed in wolf blood, put away his bow and arrow and iron sword, and turned to bow to Xian on the tree like a gentleman.

Then, he picked up the iron sword again and nailed the howling Gray Wolves on the ground one by one.

At the same time, the white "Hunter" above his head began to change, with a touch of emerald green lingering within.

"Wind Magic Rune."

Using the Wind Magic Rune to reduce gravitational potential energy, Xian jumped down and successfully landed on the ground.

"My Lord, my father told me that hunting is only to take lives. A qualified Hunter will not torture prey, but will gladly bring them relief."

Berg explained his behavior of nailing the Gray Wolves to Xian.

"...Are you sure?"

Xian looked at the head wolf not far ahead, whose eyes were still open in death, and doubted.

It was the first time he had personally seen such a miserable death.

"Ahem, my father also told me that no matter what, the success of the hunt is above all else. Shooting that part when the prey is running away with its back turned is the best choice."

Berg scratched his head awkwardly. He knew he should have shot the hind legs. Now he had sullied his Lord's eyes.

"What abilities did the advancement to Hunter bring you?" Xian asked.

"One is the previous Gaze upgraded to Eagle Eye, and the other ability is sensory enhancement, which can improve my five senses once activated."

Berg replied after checking the reflection in the blood pit on the ground.

"Good, great abilities." A hint of appreciation flashed across Xian's face.

He was well aware that the five senses were extremely important influencing factors in combat, escape, and searching.

Then, looking at Berg, who was covered in blood and looked like a perverted murderer, Xian gently snapped his fingers.

In an instant, Berg seemed to have fallen into a washing machine, and all the wolf blood on his body actively repelled his body and fell on the open space not far away.

"My Lord, this is?"

The boy looked at the clean leather armor on his body in surprise.

"Just a little trick." Xian smiled slightly.

"Your power is truly beyond my imagination." Berg exclaimed with admiration.

"My Lord, are we going back to Black Wolf Castle next?"

"Forget it, it's rare to come out, let's find a place to stroll around."

Xian stretched hard.

Now that he has been promoted to True Magician, he is no longer as weak as before.

In addition, with the Crown of Humility shielding his identity and Berg, a powerful extraordinary Servant, his mentality has naturally relaxed a lot, and he doesn't have to worry all the time.

At least in the land of Black Wolf Territory, he can barely say that he is absolutely safe.

"My Lord, Mineral Town is not far from our current location, would you like to take a look?" Berg thought for a while and asked.

In Black Wolf Territory, there are three towns and fifty-one villages. Leaving the villages aside for the moment, the three towns are Mineral Town, Wolf Fang Town, and Abundant Fruit Town.

Among them, Mineral Town attracts many passing Clay Merchants because of its rich mineral production, and it is considered the most prosperous town in the entire Black Wolf Territory.

"Let's go."

Mineral Town.

Houses built of stone or Logs are scattered all over the place.

On both sides of the street, various stalls are densely arranged, selling fresh Red Fruit, bread and fabrics, pottery, fur and salt, and other goods.

"Unexpectedly lively!"

Xian looked at this scene with some surprise, this place gave him the feeling of visiting a farmers market when he was a child.

"My Lord, the fruit at this stall is very good, you can try it, the bread at this one is good, and this one offers the fairest price for buying fur."

Berg, like a tour guide, led Xian along the street, introducing the shops like a treasure.

"Berg, do you come here often?"

"Yes, because I need to come to Mineral Town to sell fur every time I hunt, and because I am the only Hunter in the village, Uncle Robert entrusts me with purchasing supplies for the village every time."

Seeming to recall some memories, the corners of Berg's mouth raised slightly, revealing a smile.

"I see. By the way, what's that building for?"

Xian noticed a magnificent building hundreds of meters away that was out of place with its surroundings, and there seemed to be quite a few people gathered at the entrance.

"That's... a brothel." Berg's smile turned awkward for a moment.

He had never been to such a place. In the village, even if the rascals jokingly suggested going, they would be beaten up by the village chief, Robert.

There's a brothel in this world? No, I should say, in a world with a medieval background, it would be strange if there weren't any brothels.

Xian was thoughtful.

"Something seems to be happening there, let's go take a look."

In the center of the crowd, a girl was being dragged by several thugs who were trying to pull her into the brothel.

The girl was thin and wore worn linen clothes. She struggled desperately, her bleeding fingers digging into the dirt as she was dragged along.

There was a fresh bruise on the corner of her right eye, obviously left over from her resistance just now.

"Tsk, how many is this today? Lord Hawke is really making a killing!"

"I heard that this year, a Clay Merchant has been going around scamming villages, which is why so many people are in debt to Lord Hawke. They don't seem to realize that Lord Hawke's debts double every week, making them impossible to repay!"

The onlookers whispered.