Although Aiello was the Sex Capital and had a lot of beautiful women …
But that wasn't the only thing in this city.
Living in this world, basic necessities of life were unavoidable. A city with hundreds of thousands of people would definitely not be able to support it if there were not enough basic facilities.
It was called the Sex Capital because there were a lot of prostitutes here. The income of the whole industry was about forty percent of the city's total tax.
In such a service industry, there were a lot of dark sides to it.
However, in order to attract more customers, the triads and gangs here were very careful. They tried to cover up as much as possible so that the things they did would not appear in the light of day.
It was both their natural choice and the request of the lord of this city.
So … while there were a lot of gangs in this city, they were all well-hidden. It was more troublesome to find the key figures here than in other cities.
Roland didn't know much about intelligence collection, but he had a very useful ability called Money.
He pressed two silver coins on the table softly.
The bartender looked around. Making sure that nobody saw him, he waved his hand, and the two silver coins were gone.
"My friend, you're truly generous. Just ask me whatever you want."
The bartender didn't look at Roland. He simply mixed the drinks and spoke slowly in a low voice.
The tavern was rather noisy, and his voice couldn't be heard by them.
"I'm looking for Dwayne Johnson."
The bartender's hand shivered, and he almost spilled the drinks.
"Wait for me at the back door, sir."
Roland rose and went to the back door.
There was a huge tree at the back door of the tavern. Roland waited for a while against the trunk, and the bartender slowly walked to him.
"Sir, you can't ask about Dwayne Johnson's name casually."
Roland flicked another silver coin.
The bartender subconsciously picked it up. He seemed rather hesitant in the darkness.
"You've taken three silver coins from me. It'll be rude if you don't give me some information."
Roland pointed at the dagger on his waist.
Common professionals wouldn't be scared of a lousy Rogue like Roland, but he was no different from a villain in the eyes of ordinary people.
The bartender hesitated for a moment and said, "I don't know where Dwayne Johnson is. He has a lot of enemies and often sleeps in different places."
Roland waited quietly. He knew that the boss had something else to say.
"But I know something that very few people know." The boss stepped forward and said in an even lower voice, "There's a very popular technician in Forest Fawns named Dorothy. She's very beautiful and attractive, and Dwayne Johnson is her frequent customer. They will probably visit once every three or four days. Your Excellency, you can go and take a look. "
"Thank you." Roland patted him on the shoulder.
Forest Fawns was a very high-end nightclub. Roland had seen it while he was looking for a hotel.
The biggest signboard in the city had the most people at the entrance.
Stepping on the red carpet, Roland entered the building that looked like a small palace.
It was safe to say that the decorations and furniture in the royal palace of Hollevin were not as beautiful and valuable as those in this place.
The wooden floor was glossy, and large candles were hanging on the walls. The ceiling was hung upside down with a bunch of crystals, reflecting colorful lights.
The herringbone staircase in the middle led the guests to the two floors on the left and right. Many girls, or rather, women, were laughing and choosing their own guests on the second floor.
Then they went into certain rooms.
The air here was filled with the smell of spices.
It was strong but not pungent.
It must be of the highest quality, or it wouldn't have such a comfortable smell.
One could tell how luxurious this nightclub was just by looking at the facade.
The guests spent a lot of money here every night and then left in high spirits the next day.
Hardly had Roland stepped into the place when someone came to greet him.
It was a woman with a good figure, but her face was plain. Of course, if she had a good figure and was beautiful, she wouldn't be here. She would've been waiting for customers in her room.
"Sir, you can't wear masks here."
The woman leaned close to Roland and said with a smile.
Roland took out a gold coin and gave it to her. "Look carefully. I'm not wearing a mask."
Looking at the gold coin in her hand, the woman chuckled. "That's true. Sir, you're not wearing a mask. I wonder which friend you're going to talk to?"
"Can I only talk to you?"
"What do you think?" She teased him, as if he already knew the answer.
"I'm told that there's a lady named Dorothy who's very good at helping men."
"Hahaha. You have a good eye, sir." The woman held Roland's arm and led him upstairs. "She's the best woman in Forest Fawns and in the whole city."
"Does she have time?"
"Of course she does."
As they talked, they had reached the second floor and were on their way to the third floor.
"Shouldn't the most popular girl be the hardest to meet? Don't I need an appointment? "
"Sir, you haven't met a real popular girl, have you?" The girl explained with a smile, "The more popular she is, the more free she is, because only big shots like you are qualified to talk to her. It's a luxury for regular men to even look at her."
"Really?" Roland was slightly surprised.
But it was quite normal.
The rarer and more precious a product was, the fewer people could afford it.
That was the rule of the market.
Roland followed the woman to the fourth floor.
There were very few people here, and the soundproofing here was very good. The noise below could be heard faintly, as if they were in another world.
"Dorothy is in the room at the end." The woman didn't let go of Roland's arm. "But before that, I'd like to express my gratitude."
There were also two strong men blocking the way. From the looks of it, they should be Warriors.
"How many gold coins?"
"Ten!"
That was so expensive! No wonder nobody was on the fourth floor.
Under normal circumstances, a minor noble family would be lucky if they had ten gold coins in their savings.
A medium-sized traveling caravan with twenty people and ten standard carts of goods would take around two months to transport to another country. If the market was right, they would only earn ten gold coins.
It meant that Dorothy could drain the coffers of a minor noble family and two months of hard work of a caravan in one night.
The prices were indeed high.
Roland shook his hand, and ten gold coins appeared in his hand.
The woman cheerfully took the gold coin from Roland's hand, then waved at the two warriors and said, "I wish you a pleasant evening, sir."
The two Warriors stepped aside, and Roland reached the end of the hallway and opened the wooden door.
The first thing he saw was a slightly dim room.
Only one candle was burning in the room. The light was rather dim, which must've been done on purpose.
At the end of the room, there was a big bed covered in a pink blanket.
In this world, pink was a difficult color to mix. Only the craftsmen in the Elf Forest who had lived for hundreds of years knew how to do that.
The floor was covered in a blanket made of white bear fur. It must've been set up for the wilder people.
At the center of the room, there was a round table.
Beside the table sat a golden-haired young lady. Her skin was fair, and she was holding a book, studying it.
Roland observed her for no more than five seconds, when she said, "Please close the door. I feel cold."
Then, Roland discovered that she was wearing delicate silk clothes.
It was well known that the more advanced the silk of the elves was, the more transparent it would be.
It was said that the best silk was made from the leaves of the World Tree!
It was completely transparent and resistant to fire and water.
Of course, such silk had never been seen in the human world.
At this moment, the girl was only wearing a layer of silk, so her body was partly visible.
In addition, the silk was a little reflective, which made her look like she was covered in a layer of light yellow scales. As she breathed, her body swayed slightly, and the scales flickered as if they were alive.
Roland closed the door and sat down on the opposite side of the girl, before he carefully observed her … clothes.
The girl must be Dorothy. She was unmoved and simply let Roland observe her.
About half a minute later, Roland nodded and asked, "Where did you buy your clothes?"
He felt that the clothes would've looked great on Andonara and Vivian.
Roland could find a lot of silk clothes in Fareins, which could be bought with money.
However, the clothes that Dorothy was wearing were specially made in a style that could make any man's heart itch.
Those who knew her clothes would know what was going on, and those who didn't couldn't explain it to them.
Dorothy raised her head in surprise and looked at Roland. "You're here to ask about my clothes? You're not going to do anything else? "
She looked rather alluring when she raised her head.
Although she was indeed beautiful, she was only as beautiful as Vivian. She looked beautiful at this moment because of the light and the atmosphere in the room.
She had a book in her hand, which made her seem more intellectual.
However, after Roland asked her, she lost at least ten percent of her charm.
"What can I do?" asked Roland.
"Huh. A rich young man has come?" Dorothy stood up and said, "Wait a moment. I'm going to change my clothes in the secret chamber."
After that, she went to the bed and pressed a switch. Then, the wall was opened, and she walked in.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, Roland threw down three magic spiders and had them quickly crawl into the corners of the room and hide in hidden corners.
After that, Roland stood up.
At this moment, Dorothy came out in a new suit. She was wearing a tight-fitting dress and a blue butterfly mask. She was holding a long whip!
"You're leaving just like that?" Dorothy was rather surprised.
Roland nodded and looked at her breasts. He pursed his lips and said, "I like big breasts. Yours are too small."
Then, he turned around and left.
Dorothy's hand, which was holding the whip, was shaking nonstop. She almost lashed out the whip and killed the man with the foul mouth.
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