Mages Are Too OP Chapter 696

Chapter 696 Wards Set Up

As the Capital of Sex, Aiello had many beautiful women.

But the city wasn't exclusively centered around prostitution.

Food, clothes, accommodation, and transportation were necessary in everyday life. A city without enough infrastructure couldn't have supported a population of hundreds of thousands of people.

Aiello was called the Capital of Sex because of the huge ratio of prostitutes in town. The tax they paid took up about forty percent of the total revenues of the city. Dark sides were inevitable in such a service industry.

However, in order to attract more customers, the gangs in this place were all very careful and tried to cover up what they did, so that it wouldn't be brought to light.

It was both a choice based on their intrinsic nature and the demand of the lord of the city.

So… while there were a lot of gangs here, they were all well-hidden, and it was even more difficult to look for the critical personnel than it was in other cities.

Roland didn't know much about intelligence gathering, but he had an ability that was very useful: money. Two silver coins were gently laid on the table. The bartender looked around and, seeing that nobody paid attention to him, quickly took the coins away.

“You're truly generous, my friend. Ask whatever you want to know.”

The bartender didn't look at Roland but simply prepared the wine while speaking in a low voice.

The bar was quite noisy. His voice couldn't be heard by anyone else.

“I'm looking for Dwayne Johnson.”

The bartender's hands trembled, and he almost spilled the wine.

“Please wait for me at the back door.”

Roland rose and went to the back door.

There was a rather huge tree behind the bar. Roland leaned against the tree and waited for a while. Then the bartender finally came.

“Sir, you can't ask about Dwayne Johnson for no good reason.”

Roland snapped another silver coin at him.

The bartender subconsciously accepted it. He seemed to be hesitating in the darkness.

“You've taken three silver coins from me. It's unreasonable if you don't tell me anything.”

Roland pointed at the daggers on his belt.

Regular professionals wouldn't be scared of a lame Rogue like Roland, but in the eyes of an ordinary person, he was no different from a villain.

The bartender hesitated for a moment and said, “I don't know where Dwayne Johnson is. He has a lot of enemies and always lives in different places.”

Roland listened in silence, knowing that the bartender hadn't finished yet.

“But I know something that few people are aware of.” The bartender stepped close and said in an even lower voice, “There's a popular prostitute named Dorothy in Forest Fawns. She's beautiful and alluring. Dwayne Johnson is her regular guest and visits her every couple of days. You can wait for him there.”

“Thanks.” Roland patted his shoulder.

Forest Fawns was a very fancy nightclub. Roland had noticed it when he looked for a hotel.

It had the greatest advertisement board of the city and the greatest traffic.

Stepping on a red carpet, Roland entered the building that appeared to be a small palace.

It was safe to say that even the decorations and furniture in the royal palace of Hollevin weren't as beautiful and expensive as those here.

The glistening wooden floor, the large candles that were burning on the wall, and the crystals that dangled from the ceiling and reflected colorful light.

The stairs at the center directed the guests to the two sides of the building. Many girls and women were smiling and waiting for their guests on the second floor, before they led them to certain rooms The smell of perfumes permeated the air.

It was quite strong, but not disgusting at all.

The perfumes must be great products too, or their smell wouldn't have been so comfortable.

The decorations were enough to indicate the luxuriousness of the nightclub.

The guests spent a fortune here at night and left in the next morning in delight and satisfaction.

Hardly had Roland stepped into the place when someone greeted him.

She was a woman with an excellent figure, but unfortunately, her face was mediocre. Of course, if she were both beautiful and luscious, she would've been waiting for a guest in the room instead of working as a receptionist.

“Dear guest, masks aren't allowed here.”

The woman leaned toward Roland and spoke with a smile. Roland put a gold coin in her hand. “Look carefully. I'm not wearing any mask.”

Looking at the gold coin in her hand, the woman giggled, “Indeed you are not. I wonder, which friend do you want to talk to?”

“I can only talk to them?” “What do you think?” Her voice was in an obviously teasing tone. “I'm told that there's a lady named Dorothy here who's good at helping men solve their problem.”

“Hahaha, you have great taste.” The woman grabbed Roland's arm and led him upstairs. “She's the best woman in Forest Fawns, and in this city.”

“Is she available?”

“Of course she is.”

As they talked, they had already reached the second floor, and they were moving to the third floor.

“Shouldn't the most popular girl be the one that's hardest to meet? Don't I need to make an appointment?”

“Sir, you haven't really seen any popular girls, have you?” The girl explained with a smile, “The more popular they are, the idler they will be, because only the big shots like you are qualified to chat with her. Normal men can't even afford to see her.”

“Seriously?” Roland was rather surprised.

But it did make sense on second thought. The rarer and more expensive a product was, the fewer people would be able to pay for it.

It fit the basic law of economics. Roland followed the woman to the fourth floor.

Few people were on this floor, and it was soundproof. The vague noises from the floors below sounded as if they were from another world.

“Dorothy is in the room at the end of the hallway.” The woman didn't let Roland go. “But before you meet her, please show your sincerity first.” Two strong men were in the hallway. They seemed to be Warriors.

“How many gold coins do I have to pay?”

“Ten!”

That was so expensive! No wonder there were few guests on the fourth floor.

Under normal circumstances, it wouldn't be bad if a small noble family had ten gold coins in savings.

When a medium-sized caravan of twenty people transported ten wagons of goods to another country, which could possibly take two months, they could only make a profit of ten gold coins too.

So, Dorothy's night of business could drain a small noble family's treasury as well as the profit of a caravan's hard work for two months.

The price was really high. Roland shook his hand, and ten gold coins appeared in it.

With a smile, the woman took the gold coins from Roland and waved at the two Warriors, before she said, “Have a good evening, sir.”

The two Warriors made way, and Roland walked to the end of the hallway and opened the wooden door.

He saw a rather dim room.

It was poorly lit, as only one candle was burning, which must be on purpose.

At the far end of the room was a huge bed that had a pink blanket on it.

Pink was not an easy color for dyes in this world. Human beings weren't capable of making that. Only the master craftsmen who lived hundreds of years in the Elf Forest could.

There was also a rug made of bear furs on the ground. It felt quite soft when stepped on and must've been prepared for certain wild men.

At the center of the room was a round table.

A blonde girl was seated next to the table. She had fair skin and was focused on a book.

After Roland just observed her for five seconds, she said, “Would you mind closing the door? I'm feeling cold.”

It was not until then that Roland realized 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 with silkworms that lived on the leaves of the World Tree!

Such silk was completely transparent and resistant to fire and water.

Of course, that kind of silk had never appeared in the human world.

At this moment, the girl was wearing nothing but a layer of silk, so her body was partly visible.

Also, since the silk was reflecting the light of the candle, she seemed to be covered in a bright yellow sheen. As her body moved with her breath, the sheen also shivered, as if she were a fish.

Roland closed the door as instructed and sat down across from the girl. He carefully observed her… clothes.

The girl must be Dorothy. She was unbothered while Roland observed her.

About half a minute later, Roland nodded and asked, “Where did you buy your clothes?” He felt that it would be great if Andonara or Vivian wore the same clothes.

There were a lot of silk clothes in Fareins. Roland could easily buy them with money.

However, the clothes that Dorothy was wearing were specially made to captivate men's hearts.

Dorothy raised her head in surprise and looked at Roland. “You came here to ask me about my clothes? There's nothing else you want to do?”

She did seem rather inviting when she raised her head.

She was indeed beautiful, but no more so than Vivian. She only looked attractive because of the insufficient light and the atmosphere in the room.

The book in her hand also added to her attractiveness in a knowledgeable way.

But she revealed her true self under Roland's question. She lost at least ten percent of her charm.

“What can I do here?” asked Roland.

“Heh. Another wealthy dumbass is here?” Dorothy stood up and said, “Wait a moment. I'm going to change.”

After that, she flicked a switch by her bed and opened the wall. She then walked in.

While she was away, Roland dropped three magic spiders and hid them in the corners of the room.

After it was done, Roland rose to his feet.

At this moment, Dorothy had returned in new clothes. She wore tight clothes and a blue butterfly mask, and she was holding a long whip in her hand!

“You're leaving?” Dorothy was quite surprised. Roland nodded and looked at her breasts, then smiled. “I like big boobs. Yours are too small.”

Then he turned around and left. Dorothy's hand that was holding the whip shook so hard that she almost slapped it out to kill this mean man.

Chapter end