Godfrey once again came to a three-story building.
He raised his head slightly and looked at the plaque hanging above the gate.
On the plaque, the symbols were twisted and distorted.
Siren's Nest!
A group of armored soldiers from the Sword and Shield Corps stood guard vigilantly at the entrance.
Upon seeing Godfrey, they hurriedly bent over in salute.
Godfrey moved forward, not yet entering the Siren's Nest.
The unfamiliar yet familiar sounds of men and women frolicking, the pounding of bodies in motion...
Entered Godfrey's ears unmasked.
In the air.
The sweat stench from vigorous exercise lingered heavily.
The scent of perfume and balm used by the prostitutes to mask their body odor...
Godfrey's brows instantly knitted together.
In his view.
The smell permeating the brothel was more nauseating than the stench of decay and blood from corpses!
Walking through the first-floor hall, Godfrey's gaze swept over the patrons and prostitutes.
