The Porter Is Not Interested in the Hero Party

70 – One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest (6)

The capital has a variety of restaurants.

Among them, there were definitely places to enjoy pleasure with only the name of a restaurant. Without knowing anything, the hero walked through the red-light district, led by Banion. The women who took a look at the warrior’s decent appearance sipped their appetites, but here, too, they have their own manners.

When the women saw Banion holding the hero’s hand tightly, they flirted with each other and did not approach the hero.

The restaurant Banion wanted to go to was a shop she often used as a place of work when she was active in the capital. It was in the form of a so-called room restaurant. The signboard disguised it as a restaurant, but once inside, it was a decadent establishment with a bed and shower facilities on one table.

Landlords in the red light district made money by renting out these rooms to prostitutes or using these buildings for prostitution pretending to be restaurants. There was a lot of tax on prostitution, but there was no big tax on restaurants.

This long-standing tax evasion business was continuing even before the legalization of prostitution, making the excuse that it was unavoidable that a restaurant employee and a customer had s*x because they met eyes. And today, Banion rented a room in this illegal commercial district, paying a fee.

“The atmosphere is unique.”

I had heard that the country people mistook this place for nobles. It’s because there are splendid lights and beautiful women walking around, and in fact, antique nobles often appear. Banion had actually seen a few such countrymen.

When they arrived at these colorful streets, they looked for the exit with fear and apprehension rather than awe or joy.

“Are you ordering from here?”

The warrior looked around with a relaxed expression and sat down in a chair. While Banion wiggled his fingers with a smile, doubts arose at the composure he felt in his appearance. Even if the country nobles pretended to be innocent, in the end there was a difference between the really naive people.

That figure of casually adapting to the atmosphere in this bizarre room was a composure that only those who hugged and attacked women several times could show them. Banion also liked this kind of person.

Those who think they are confident in dealing with women and act like they are not equal.

Banion liked to unmask those hypocrites.

How pleasant it was to squeeze water from the bottom to the bottom and squeeze the breath of a man with a haggard face who even screamed for help.

However, it was so natural.

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Now the hero was accepting all these situations so easily. Banion pondered over the setting he had created and the hero’s actions.

A woman from the country invites you to dine at this brothel in the middle of the red light district. You don’t suspect it? If you don’t know where the red light district is, you didn’t show a rejection reaction when you came in, and even if you know where it is, shouldn’t you show the appearance of subtracting it once?

She prepared various excuses in case the hero pulled back. To the extent that the excuse was useless, the hero was accepting all situations naturally.

so naturally. It’s like stepping in on her.

“The warrior… … . Do you know where this is?”

Banion instinctively asked the question. Originally, rather than asking this question, I should have driven it into an obscene atmosphere, but something was strange.

As if coming to a mysterious tourist attraction, there was a hero looking around. It was full of gaps, but I didn’t dare to attack recklessly. Banion’s hand, smiling casually, was directed to the aphrodisiac in the bag. The hero looked out the window as if not noticing anything and said.

“It’s a brothel. Where prostitutes roam.”

The red lantern shining brightly through the window was dyeing the hero’s face and this room red. The hero stroked his chin and stretched one hand under the table. Banion took out a small glass bottle from his bag and continued the conversation.

“yes that’s right. That… … . The truth is, I want to connect with the Hero while eating… … . I was recommended a restaurant by people in the capital, and they said that this place was the best.”

Banion nodded, admiring his own tone. It was also an understandable excuse for a hero who was crazy about women. Hearing that, the hero nodded, then looked away again. The hero’s hand was toward the hilt of the sword.

“I just wanted to come and see you. I had never been to this busiest entertainment district in the kingdom.”

Banion’s hand gripped the vial. However, she did not show surprise in her expression. Rather, he said this with a surprised look on his face.

“Oh, was this place like that?”

Both the Hero and Banion knew that this was absurd. The wind blew outside and the red lights swayed. The figures of the two people, who alternately received backlight and red light, were blurred with extreme contrast, like a scene from a shadow puppet show.

Outside, drunkards were drunk, and prostitutes danced and seduced men. Amidst the noise full of a sense of presence, the two looked into each other’s eyes for a long time.

Dozens of round lanterns reminiscent of a festival were hung between the buildings. From the window, these red lanterns, lined up like grains of barley, hung precariously, swinging in different directions in line with the wind.

A strong wind blew through the narrow alleys of the entertainment district, snapping one of them off, and the wind-blown lantern knocked on the window of the hero’s room like a stranger.

Took.

The sound moved the two of them like a flare in a running match. As the hero pulled out his sword, Banion broke a glass bottle on the floor. The warrior stepped back as he saw something spreading from the floor that he thought would fly to him, but the window was too narrow for the hero to go outside, and he had to turn his back to the banion to open the door.

“Ugh… … !”

Banion was breaking out in a cold sweat and gasping for breath. Pink smoke filled the room, and the hero bent down, holding his breath. I tried my best not to inhale the smoke, but it swirled around me at high speed.

said Banion, laughing through the smoke.

“How stupid… … . Am I going to use clumsy memorization? That’s it. It’s an aphrodisiac that even makes elephants go into heat. When humans eat it, they can’t control their excitement… … . how is it? huh? You can’t even control your body properly, can you?”

Just as Banion said, the hero’s face turned red and he breathed heavily. Banion made a proud expression as he looked at the hero with his body stiffened in the same posture as he had thrown the bottle. The hero forcibly lifted his staggering leg and picked up the hilt of his sword. Every time the fabric touched my bare skin, I felt a tickling sensation, and a moan leaked out of my mouth.

“Huh… ! yes… … !”

“The hero cries like a little girl… … .”

Banion put his hand on his waist. A human who was plagued by s*xual desire and was full of gaps, he was confident that he would win even if he was a hero. Because she was a professional assassin.

“Sigh… … ! Sigh… !”

The hero glared at Banion fiercely, groaned, and began to put the sword he was holding into the scabbard. A harsh sound echoed as the blade of the sword engaged with the scabbard. As if flesh and flesh interlocked and rubbed against a rough surface, the bloody sound continued thinly and tickled the warrior’s lower belly, which felt lewd and dizzying.

“Ah, ah… … . eww… … !”

“What, why are you putting it in? do you want to die?”

Banion said. Her hand was still on her waist.

“after… … .”

The warrior who had managed to insert his sword shook his head and sighed. And he said to Banion, who was still frozen.

“…I’ll admit I was careless. Certainly, the medicinal effect is strong… … . Sigh… … .”

“right?”

Banion was proud of being recognized as a hero.

And I thought that I should kill the warrior even more.

It was because I was curious what kind of expression he would make if I killed him, cut his throat and threw him into Lena’s inn. It was because I wanted the woman who betrayed the black society and ran away to face all the hopes of her life being shattered.

“Then die.”

Banion drew his dagger and leaped forward toward the hero. The hero sat down on the floor without even taking a defensive posture and said.

“…but you can’t kill me.”

As he tried to wield the dagger, Banion’s vision slanted in the wrong direction. It was because he didn’t want to, but his vision kept going up and looking at the ceiling, and before he knew it, he was looking through the ceiling at the bag she had left behind.

what?

Banion opened his mouth and tried to say that, but no voice came out. Only his mouth opened, and his vision, which had been looking at the bag, plummeted to the floor.

Then he rolled around helplessly and looked at the hero again.

In front of the kneeling warrior, Banion’s headless body struggled and knelt on the floor.

why?

Banion didn’t even feel the pain. Blood poured from Banion’s body like a fountain, and Banion’s vision went black, like a movie projector slowly shutting down.

She thought about it at the end.

In the end, I couldn’t win against Lena.

Blood dripped from the ceiling to the floor as she cried.

The hero moved to one side to avoid getting his clothes soaked in blood.

My heart was burning, and my lower body was throbbing. The warrior took a deep breath and murmured.

“Certainly, I looked too funny… … . I’ll have to go back when the effect has calmed down… … .”

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A decadent establishment that I found after searching for quite a long time.

It was disguised as a restaurant, but in reality it was a brothel mainly engaged in prostitution with employees and renting rooms. I got the information that there was a womanish man with blonde hair and a simple-looking country girl with big breasts.

I stood in a nervous posture in front of the door.

After the waitress passed me with a suspicious look, I put my hand on my waist and took a deep breath. I don’t think the hero will get hurt, but it could have been badly hurt.

When someone gets hurt, don’t panic.

The longer the treatment is delayed, the easier it is to lose life.

I checked the bandages and herbs that I had stored around my waist so that I could take them out at any time. Then he knocked on the door and asked in a low voice.

“Warrior. Are you there?”

“Sigh… … ! Ugh… … ! Oh, mister…”

What came back instead of an answer was a moan. A high voice reaching a steep point, gasping for breath as if his life was at stake.

The voice was looking for me.

seriously injured

Without thinking further, I opened the door wide and shouted.

“Hero!”

“Huh… ! oops… ! Oh, mister… ! Ahh… !”

And there, the hero was calling my name.

A warrior who took off his clothes lightly.