Soon, Gorden led Charles into an alleyway nestled between bustling streets.
The proportion of humans in this alley was noticeably higher. It seemed to be their gathering spot, offering inns, bars, brothels, and casinos—everything one could ask for.
As they passed a brothel thick with the scent of perfume, Gorden flashed a lewd grin. "Friend, wanna try a specialty of Shattered Heart Island?"
"What specialty?"
"What else could it be? The Heike women, of course. Just imagine bragging at the bar later that you slept with a woman over three meters tall. Everyone will look at you with admiration."
Charles reached out to cover Lily's ears and said impatiently, "Cut the crap and get us to an inn. I have important things to take care of."
Seeing Charles had no interest, Gorden heaved a sigh of regret. "You'll regret turning down an offer this good."
