Meanwhile, back in the church.

Only after confirming that no one was inside the room did Marty begin moving toward his desk. Opening its bottom left drawer, he reached for its hidden compartment and drew an item out.

It was made out of glossy crystal, the size of his palm, and at its bottom was a hole, and rings of circles filled with runes were engraved on its back.

Checking his surroundings once more, he infused the crystal with his mana and waited for a response.

[KKK]

Hearing the reply, Marty thought about the codeword which was given to him he muttered.

[ZAZ]

[So, it’s my boy Marty... what do I owe the pleasure?]

A voice rang in the room. Even though he wasn’t present here, Marty could feel getting intoxicated by his voice. He could feel a charm from it, drawing closer to it.

[I want to talk about the dungeon.]

[hmumm! What is it? Do you want to sell the stone on the black market? Uhmm!! The churches are still cheapstakes... well, I can get you a better price for the stone. But let me tell you it won’t be worth the hassle.]

[No, it’s not that, th—]

Before he could finish his words, the reply came again.

[Than what... don’t tell me you want to dispose of the students. Don’t you think it is too far, even for you? Just bring them to me, and I can tamper with their memories.]

Annoyed by his constant interruption, Marty gripped the communication device in anger and muttered, [Tsk! Let me finish first. The students... all have died. Probably.]

[...]

After a moment of silence, the man replied with surprise.

[hmm! Well, that’s not good. Didn’t they suppose to be the best of them? How can they die just in a common dungeon... how low the academy had fallen. Tsk. Tsk.]

[That’s none of your concern...] Nothing wanting to drag the conversation any longer than it needed, Marty thinks for a moment before replying.

[I want some artifacts. I’m thinking of employing mercenaries to do the diving. Do you have any connection?]

[Well, why are you employing the mercenary? Can’t you go on your own? Our mission has ended, so you should be free.]

[No... that’s not it, we are only—] Marty was about to blurt something out confidential, but controlled himself, [Never mind. Think that I just can’t go.]

[Well, you do you... But if you need artifacts, I can help you with that... you can meet me in my usual place. For the mercenaries, I have a few people in mind, but I don’t know if they will agree to you.]

[Not a problem... let me talk with them first... I will arrive there soon... prepare them.]

[As you wish, my dear Ser...] Saying, the man from the other side cut the connection.

’At least the problem of the artifacts is solved, well the acquiring part at least.’ Sighing, he moved toward the drawer once again and picked a pouch. Just from the weight alone, no one could’ve guessed the wealth residing in it.

Going to the washroom, the inquisitor freshen up and removed his chruch’s robe. Wearing a discrete cloths, he moved out of the church and began moving toward the central market of the capital.

’How crowded...’ Sighing he began slightering away.

Marty saw as the people filled the wide streets like bugs. Merchants shouted over one another, calling out prices for fruit, cloth, spices, tools, potion, charms and many more magical item.

As he moved through a section, the air was thick with the smell of roasted meat, fresh bread, sweet flowers, and sharp herbs.

"Mother... buy me that... i want it.."

Children bothered their parents forcing them to buy the item they desired. While the guards walked slowly through the crowd, watching for any pickpockets.

"Someone.. Help.. my pouch its gone..." Though, despite their efforts some slips out.

Despite the mesmerizing charm of the market, Marty didn’t stop there and continued moving forward. Soon, the number of people entering began to slow down.

After walking for some time, instead of continuing along the main path, Marty sidetracked into an alleyway.

The place was narrow and dim, squeezed between tall, old buildings. The ground was uneven, with cracked stones and small puddles from yesterday’s rain.

As he continued forward, the alleyway opened into a second market. It was a market of a different kind. Instantly, the strong scent of liquor mixed with cheap fragrance overwhelmed his senses.

"Only thousand nex for two hour... only 800 nex for the next two. Repeated customer can enjoy a special techqniue i’d learned for free."

"O beautiful.. For you, I can make a discount.. 950 nex."

"700 nex..."

The voice of women filled the place as some people came close to him and opened their mouths, "Sir. Premium booze and a lady for all night just for 5000 nex."

A strong scent of booze leaked from the man’s mouth, making Marty frown. Covering his nose with his hand, he moved back a little and shook his head.

"No thanks..."

Navigating through the red light area, he arrived at a certain brothel.

| Heaven’s Quarter |

The brothel was unlike any he had seen in the area. It was beautiful, with several men guarding its entrance. The scent here wasn’t cheap or overwhelming, but came from a particular breed of patchouli that the brothels had learned to grow on.

Impressed by the design of its front, Marty moved when the guard standing in the entrance blocked his him, their spears blocking his path.

Eying him, one of them muttered, "Do you have an appointment?"

’Since when did brothels need appointments?’ Confused about whether he had heard the words correctly or not, Marty removed the hood from his face.

Scratching his chin, he asked, "Appointment?"

Fed up with all these freeloaders, the guard bit his lips in frustration and warned him, "If you don’t have one, get out of here while I’m still being ni—"

Before the guard could finish his words, Marty threw couple of notes on them.

Angered by it, they were about to tear the man apart when their gaze landed on the denominator of the paper. Three bills each with thousand written all over them.

Turning their head around, one of the guards smiled and opened his mouth, "Welcome, sir... this is exactly place you are looking for."

Impressed by the man, they instantly cleared the way for him.

’Greed... it’s insatiable.’ Nodding his head, he went to the reception and asked, "I’m here to meet Elyon..."

Hearing the name, a smile bloomed over the lady’s face, "Of course, sir. Let me ask if the sir is ready or not."

’Sir..’ Confused, he asked, "Sir?"

"Ohh!! You didn’t know. He is the owner of Heaven’s Quarter." She announced, her chest puffing in proudness.

’Owner of this place, he, never told me that... now that I think about it... I don’t really know anything about it aside from his name.’ Marty tried remembering, but he couldn’t recall any personal information about Elyon.

While he was busy pondering over it, the lady replied, "Sir is on the top floor. Let her accompany you."

Nodding his head, he followed the girl upstairs and arrived at the said room. Pointing toward the handle, the attendant went downstairs, leaving him alone.

Sighing, Marty turned the handle and opened the door. The moment he did, a strange sensation began to overwhelm him.

’Who is using magic here?’ Blinking, he cast a spell on himself and stepped forward.

Ahh..! Ngh... ! Hah!!.. Yess.. moree!!

A few steps in, and he saw Elyon in the bed with multiple ladies in his embrace. His face was plastered on the blossom of a lady while the other one was sucking his manhood.

One of them was scrathing his back, while some of the ladies were busy playing among themselves.

Ngh!... Mmm!...Haah!... Ahn!

Suddenly, a sound reached him.

"Ohh!! Marty, come... join us."

"No thanks..." Glancing at the ladies who found no interest in his existence, he added, "Can you send them away?"

"Ahh!! I don’t want to..." Plastering his face deeper in her blossom he wantedto remain there. After a moment he snapped his finger and muttered winking, "Ladies gives us man some time."

Along with the ladies Elyon came down from the bed.

Looking at the "thing" in front of him, Marty was shocked beyond words. Blinking, he looked down at himself. Then, shaking his head, he lifted his hand and looked at it.

His eyes widening as a thought came to mind, ’He is a monster...’