After 10 minutes, both had found the destination—a big brothel in town. Carl thought that if there was any place to look for information or clues, it had to belong to the keeper of the brothel and the soldiers' superior there.
At least, Carl and Roy could narrow the gap of information with the soldiers of the Ortarge family.
Carl looked at the entrance of the brothel, tense.
"I hope everything goes well."
After a few seconds to calm himself, Carl and Roy stepped through the entrance and into the brothel.
…However, instead of the usual atmosphere of brothels—full of laughs and dances from the hookers—what greeted them was only a cold, deadly air.
Inside the broad hall, at the center, stood luxurious fresh tables and chairs. Around them, ten soldiers and many hookers had gathered.
It looked like they were arguing about something.
