Late at night, the Storm Inn suddenly became lively.
One carriage after another arrived here.
One by one, flamboyantly dressed ladies got off the carriages, and with surprised and excited eyes, hurried upstairs—they knew.
Today there's a big patron!
Not only generous but also young.
The most important thing is...
It's said he's a young noble here to participate in the 'South County Swordsmanship Competition'.
In just a moment, these ladies engaged in special professions were utterly moved.
Marriage or such is naturally impossible.
But becoming a young noble's lover, that would be their ultimate goal.
Of course, not all the ladies think this way.
Among these seventeen ladies, at least three had glinting eyes.
They were also heavily made up.
Among these ladies, they blended in perfectly.
However, these three ladies came with a purpose—they were agents, targeting Kalal and Jimte.
Especially the one belonging to the Little Lion, who was extremely excited inside.
Her master was about to make a big move, and there was a response here with Kalal and Jimte, particularly since these two had a significant relationship with Hayes, who was also targeted by her master.
Could there be some connection here?
It would be a big achievement for her!
In just a moment, this agent belonging to the Little Lion began to imagine.
But soon, this agent was filled with amazement.
It wasn't just her; the other two agents among the ladies were the same.
Because the atmosphere in the suite was quite bizarre—
A young man had his twin swords placed horizontally across his knees, with a gloomy expression.
Another young man, slightly chubby in the face, was smiling, greeting each lady entering the room warmly.
However, none of the ladies held any illusions.
Because, standing beside this young man was already a pretty-faced, remarkably graceful lady.
Seeing this lady, all the other ladies felt a sense of self-inferiority involuntarily.
"Thank you all for coming, ladies.
Destiny is so wonderful—I am able to meet all of you because of a bet with a friend.
Jimte said with a smile, then turned his gaze to Kalal—
"My dear friend, Lord Kledos has not only successfully arrived at Port Pult but also gained the friendship of the Marquess of Ainhars.
The more Jimte spoke, the gentler his tone became, and the more his lips involuntarily curved upward.
Everyone could feel the happiness of this young noble.
And those three agents became alert.
According to the information they had, the Kledos related to these two could only be the Southern Lost Spirit Medium.
And this Southern Lost Spirit Medium was a key figure they were monitoring.
Especially the agent belonging to the Little Lion, who completely perked up her ears.
Kalal had a stubborn look.
"Kalal, you need to face your defeat.
Twice can still be called luck.
But three times? Four times?"
Faced with this rebuttal, Kalal frowned, looking like he didn't want to admit it, but in the end, Kalal let out a long sigh, obviously giving up on the argument.
Because the facts were indisputable.
Arguing further would just be a loss of grace.
Everyone present thought so.
At the same time, they eyed each other cautiously, aware that the main event was coming, and from now on they were competitors.
These ladies didn't mind.
After all, Jimte paid.
In fact, just as these ladies guessed—
"I was just unlucky!"
Kalal muttered to himself.
But Jimte no longer paid attention to his friend, who still hoped to show his toughness with stubbornness. The young noble stood up from his chair.
With a gentle expression, he looked around at the ladies and smiled as he spoke.
"Ladies, thank you again for coming.
You must know that I made a bet with my friend.
I thought he was an impatient yet hard-to-please guy. Fittingly, he also expressed disdain at my other friend's success in gaining the pursuit of seventeen ladies, and from that moment, I thought my friend needed some correct life perspectives.
That other friend of mine is quite generous.
After learning about our bet, he even offered an additional bonus—
Rest assured, ladies, the bonus is more than one.
No matter which of you can satisfy Kalal, you can receive 100 gold coins."
Having said this, Jimte took his fiancée's hand.
"Wish you all a wonderful night.
Of course, I'm just next door, so please don't be too noisy."
After speaking, Jimte and the second daughter of the Marquess of West Berlin walked straight out.
Seeing Jimte leave the suite, the three agents were anxious.
Their professional instincts told them the current situation was suspicious.
Especially the departing Jimte.
There was a high chance of some conspiracy.
They had to keep a close watch on him.
But they were trapped.
At this moment, they could only rely on their external support.
The three proud agents thought simultaneously.
And just at that moment, Kalal, with a gloomy face, suddenly spoke—
"Change out of your long dresses, they'll hinder your movement.
I've reserved this entire floor except for Jimte's room next door, and I've prepared clothes for you inside. You can also use the washroom at will."
The three agents were instantly surprised.
The three agents were somewhat puzzled.
However, when alone in a room, not under others' gaze, these three couldn't help but use the 'Messenger Stone' to contact their people,
At that moment, the extraordinary spirituality brought by the 'Messenger Stone' covered the entire Storm Inn.
As for the remaining fourteen ladies?
These ladies looked at the hunting clothes hanging on the rack without feeling anything strange.
They understood, after all, it was for fun.
Thus, not only did they not feel uncomfortable, they actually felt a greater sense of familiarity.
However, when they returned to the suite, they were surprised.
To be precise, they were shocked!
Because, this is what Kalal, sitting on the couch, said—
"I am a very demanding person. It's not easy to satisfy me. I want you to be so weak in the legs by dawn that you can't walk.
Start with 100 squats for me!"