L. Nightmare

An hour later.

During this time, several call girls had come knocking, of varying quality, with even one aging former soldier among them - damn, just barely younger than Marcus.

All were turned away by Liszt - not because he couldn't afford a prostitute, but because sexually transmitted infections weren't worth it.

Without rubber products to be found here, it made Liszt extremely anxious, otherwise, he would have liked to experience the local customs and hospitality of Aran.

Galen, who had gone out to attend to some affairs, had returned and came to Liszt's room.

"How did it go?"

Liszt, noticing something off about Galen's expression, couldn't believe it would be a problem, just sending out a couple of tasks through the guild.

"One Gold Dragon as a reward, I've had someone inquire about the Mika Brookner situation, and the task has been dispatched. But the letter to Mulong Duchy..."