On the other side, Aiboli ran into trouble.
She walked to the bottom of an apartment building, then silently stopped and listened to the conversations of everyone within a radius of over a thousand meters.
Especially in this building, she could hear the conversations taking place inside every household where people were still awake.
Soon, she noticed someone approaching her from behind.
Aiboli turned around and tried to communicate. "Hello."
The other party was a tall, well-built man who had come here to look for a streetwalker.
Seeing Aiboli from behind, he had walked over, but he had never expected her to turn around and stun him with her beauty.
"Do you work here?" The man was somewhat uncertain whether Aiboli was a streetwalker. After all, someone with her looks had no business standing here, and she had a certain aristocratic air about her.
Aiboli shook her head. "No, I don't have a job yet."
"Sorry, you're just too beautiful." The man was somewhat disappointed. Sure enough, she wasn't one. After complimenting Aiboli's beauty, he lingered, looking as though he wanted to leave but also didn't want to.
Aiboli gave a cold laugh. She had seen plenty of people like him. In the Aswar Empire, many men looked up at her like this.
"Actually, I need money. Can you help me?" Aiboli asked coldly.
The man was stunned and felt a little awkward. Why are you asking me for money?
Still, he took the opportunity to tease her. "Hmm, if you're good at what you do."
He felt there was no hope and had already decided to leave after taking a verbal advantage.
However, Aiboli hadn't understood him. She quickly sorted through the words she had collected and roughly figured out that he meant, *if she did something, he could