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At the same time, on the open-air balcony on the top floor of the Ista family base camp, Ista, who was lying on a bench, listened to the young man's report, raised his hand, held a cigarette pipe, took a puff of the cigarette, and began to talk to himself as expected.

"Sure enough, I refused, but so, such an excellent child, even the best and strongest family, must be given as a treasure. Since the lowest sect like the Hestia family is lucky enough to get it, how could it be easy to let go?"

"So, Lord Ista, what should we do?" the young man asked respectfully.

"Are you going to attack the Hestia family?"

"Star the attack on the Hestia family?" Ista looked at the young man with a smile, and did not answer the question, but asked back.

"In other words, do you have a chance to defeat the tyrant?"

"I...I didn't..." the young man said in a silence.

"However, no matter how much the opponent says, there is only one person. If we give all of our Ista family and have "that" here, it would be easier to win an adventurer, right?"

Hearing this, the beautiful goddess just sucked smoke and spitted smoke, making the surrounding air a little heavy.

A young man who didn't understand what his Lord God was thinking could only lower his head there, and could not say a word.

In such a situation, time passes by bit by bit with a slowness that makes people feel uncomfortable.

"Um?"

Just then, Ista noticed something strange.

"Master Ista?" the young man spoke out strangely.

"What's wrong with you?"

"Don't you feel it?" Ista's brows slightly protruded and spoke sternly.

"It seems like something is going on."

"Combust?" The young man noticed a trace of strangeness.

Through the open-air balcony, looking into the joyful street in the distance, a hustle and noise that is different from usual seems to be in progress.

Looking at this scene, Ista's beautiful brows became deeper and deeper. Finally, he couldn't ignore it and walked out of the open-air balcony, and even out of his luxurious and vast room.

Following the wide corridor like the interior of a chalk castle, Ista walked into his palace, then walked down the stairs at the end of the corridor, and went down to the hall on the first floor.

This is a hall that looks like a dance hall.

When you come in through the gate, the first thing you see is a very gorgeously decorated palace.

There is a staircase on both sides of the hall, spreading along the walls to the top, forming a corridor directly in front of the hall gate.

In the corridor, Ista walked out from the inside with his entourage, came to the front of the railing, and looked down at the hall below.

At this time, in the hall, a group of Amazons dressed in quite exposed and irritating were making noise there.

Aisha, who was in the leadership, stood aside, as if she was in deep thought, and silently remained silent.

Looking at the noise below, Ista raised the cigarette pipe in his hand and knocked on the railing, allowing the crisp sound of "clang" to echo throughout the hall.

At this moment, all the noisy Amazons below seemed to be pinched to their throats, and their voices stopped abruptly.

The noisy scene instantly returned to silence.

All Amazons, including Aisha, looked up at the corridor above.

With the eyes of all the prostitutes present, Ista asked straightforwardly.

"Why is it so noisy?"

The fighting prostitutes immediately looked at each other, and then their eyes gathered on Aisha.

Aisha also raised her eyes and looked at Ista above, explaining the situation.

"I heard that the 'tyrant' seemed to have come to Happy Street, claiming that he hoped to buy a woman with some strength for one night and be satisfied, so he set up a ring in the center of Happy Street."

"'Tyrant'?" Ista's beautiful eyes suddenly lit up, and then she laughed.

"I didn't expect that the child came to him."

The fighting prostitutes immediately started to make noise again.

"Even if it is the rumored 'tyrant', he is still a man."

"As a man, it's impossible not to come to Happy Street to find happiness, right?"

"I just don't know what the rumored "tyrant" tastes like."

"You still want to taste it? It's not your turn!"

A group of prostitutes suddenly became like shrews in the vegetable market, chattering non-stop.

"Like you see, Lord Ista." Aisha shrugged.

"The sisters here are planning to bite the fat piece of 'Tyrant', so it's so noisy."

"It can be considered fat." Ista smiled sweetly, and then said this.

"Since that's the case, I'll go and have a look!"

"What...what?!" The prostitutes suddenly became even more noisy.

"Mr. Ista is going to go, too?"

"It's over, it's really not our turn now."

"Lord Ista just hates it. He chooses the best one every time and doesn't give us any chance."

"That's it."

The prostitutes were complaining there.

However, Ista no longer paid attention to the prostitutes, but instead had a thrilling smile and a happy expression appeared in his eyes.

"Let me see with my own eyes what extraordinary things are there in the man Freya likes."

If the man who rejected Freya was given to him, I wonder how wonderful the expression of that beautiful god was?

When Ista thought of this, she couldn't help but take her entourage down the stairs, and then joined a group of fighting prostitutes and rushed to the center of Happy Street.

Aisha, who was following the last, didn't know what she was thinking, lowered her head and her eyes flashed slightly.

...

At the same time, on the top floor of the Tower of Babel, in a luxurious suite, in front of the wall-like glass window, Freya held her slender arms and looked at the direction of Happy Street, and her beautiful eyes slowly narrowed.

"I didn't expect that the child actually went there..."

In Freya's "eyes", in the direction of Happy Street, the soul light like an extremely bright sun was flashing there, telling the beautiful god what the man who occupied all his heart was doing.

"...The last time I was so close to "Sword Master", and this time I went directly to Happy Street. Why do you keep staring at other women in your eyes, but never look at me?"

The goddess who is in charge of beauty and love expresses heartbreaking words, and her pitiful tone is enough to arouse any man's desire to protect.

However, the goddess's face was full of fascinating beauty and smiled. She held one hand on the glass window. Looking at the place where the dazzling soul was shining, her eyes gradually showed a rich obsession.

Immediately, Freya murmured like a soft voice.

"But our game should start, let me see your handsome side, my favorite man..."

...

"Bang————!"

In the center of the bustling joyful street, a muffled sound that made the heart shrink again echoed under the night sky.

Under the muffled sound, the prostitute who was unknown to the next one flew backwards like a cannonball, rolled onto the ground, and finally stacked with a large group of prostitutes, his head tilted and he stopped moving at all.

"Okay." Noah spoke like a formula.

"Next."

The men and women around looked at the prostitute stacked in a pile, then at the center of the ground that was cracked like a spider web, Noah, who had never moved from the beginning, shrank his neck one by one.

"How many of these are the first ones?"

"There are twenty?"

"More than just? I'm afraid there are thirty?"

"It's a pity that I couldn't even hold on to the other person's blow."

"It's worthy of being an adventurer with the name of "Tyrant", so violent..."

The onlookers seemed to have really regarded this game as a festival, and they were all discussing it hotly.

Especially those male gods who were afraid of the world's chaos spread the story here, causing more and more people to gather here.

Over time, Happy Street has become more and more lively as if it is holding a festival.

Just then, a man screamed.

"Look! The Ista family is here!"
Chapter completed!