"This is your share."
Under the cover of the dark night, with fluorescent lights dotting the street, Mira stood in front of a woman wearing a brown leather jacket over a white blouse and accepted the bag of coins she handed over.
"Hey, Wolf."
"Is this payment a little less than last time?"
Holding a lantern, Mira pouted, her playful face filled with opinions about the woman.
"It's about the same, you're so picky as a heathen."
"And you still have to use your money to enrich your heathen cult, right?"
"Then I definitely won't give you more money."
The woman referred to as Wolf by Mira crossed her arms nonchalantly.
"That's a whole different matter!"
"We have a legitimate business relationship."
"I brought the Curseborn here, so you have to pay me what I deserve, shouldn't it be like that?"
Wolf snorted.
"Sorry, we don't have a legitimate business relationship."
"In this gray industry, what else can you do besides selling to me."
"But..."
Mira unhappily weighed the bag of coins in her hand, about to say something, but her displeased expression was suddenly replaced by shock and fear.
She stared solemnly towards the distant horizon, her mouth slightly agape in astonishment.
One of Mira's feet moved hesitantly, and she looked incredulously at the pitch-black sky, her eyes widened.
"What's wrong? Did your flashy prophecy sense something?" Wolf mocked Mira indifferently.
"You..."
"Look at you, the death comet is hanging over your head."
"It must be retribution for years of taking my kickbacks."
Mira coughed softly, regaining some of her composure.
"Forget it, I have nothing to say to a dying person like you."
"I'm leaving, you can coexist with this club and its downfall."
After hearing Mira's words, Wolf burst into laughter.
"Fear-mongering."
"Our Mesha Bar has deep roots in Pocheng, many dignitaries have spent money here."
"The servants and security guards combined number close to a thousand."
"Just the guard-level mages are in the triple digits."
"Not to mention our manager is someone who doesn't spit out bones after eating people."
"What death comet are you talking about..."
"You tell me, where is that star?"
Without giving Wolf's arrogant face a second glance, Mira remained fixedly staring at the curtain-like sky, contemplating something.
"You see, it's that one."
Suddenly, Mira pointed a finger in a direction in the sky.
"What?"
Wolf did not expect Mira to interject, so he looked up towards the sky.
But he saw nothing.
"You..."
Wolf turned back to where Mira was standing, only to find she had disappeared at some point.
"Tsk... playing tricks."
Sneering disdainfully, Wolf walked back to a secluded spot, descended stairs into an underground passage.
The downward steps went unnoticed, and as for the dark door at the end of the passage, it was even more neglected. But passersby would never imagine the incredibly secretive and dark world hidden behind that dark door.
"Merka, I feel like someone was staring at us just now."
"It's probably just your imagination. We are flying pretty high up."
Turing and Merka soared through the sky, hurrying towards the location of the club in the director's memory. Initially, Turing thought it was just a case of simple human trafficking. However, based on the information Turing found about the club, it seemed that their activities were far more heinous than human trafficking.
Those wealthy individuals didn't treat Curseborn as servants or serfs— which would have been somewhat more acceptable. They treated them as sex slaves, as pets! Some were even treated like circus monkeys and clowns!
According to the director's memories, this club had deep roots in Bosco City. Many nobles, including the head of the Montecristo family—George, were frequent patrons. It seemed almost impossible to eradicate it.
Nevertheless, Turing decided to investigate the club and uncover the truth.
"Turing, I have a question..."
"What do you plan to do once you arrive at that Maelstrom Bar?"
"What else... of course, rescue the young girl."
Turing bluntly replied to Merka.
"What about the other Curseborn inside?"
"Are you going to turn a blind eye, or will you rescue them as well?"
"I..."
Turing's expression started to become perplexed, but Merka didn't drop the subject, continuing to speak.
"To be honest, I don't really approve of such a direct and violent approach... Especially during these tense times, causing such a big commotion will unnecessarily strain the Agio family's resources."
"And listen to me..."
"Even though you might hate what I'm about to say next..."
"I still need to tell you."
"In reality, that girl... she might not even want to be saved."
