Chapter 97: 33. Carolina
In the Pink Pavilion, outside Fisher’s room, Anna, dressed in traditional Nali clothing, crossed her arms and waited until the door inside had completely closed before casting a cold glance at the brown-haired girl beside her who was buttoning her shirt.
“It is forbidden to discuss any political matters in the Pink Pavilion, and no one is allowed to dig for information and secrets that shouldn’t be uncovered. This is our way of survival. You are an outsider, so this time I won’t do anything to you. If you were one of the girls here, I would have your tongue pulled out to let you know the consequences of speaking carelessly.”
However, the brown-haired girl didn’t care at all; instead, she shot a slightly annoyed glance at the stunning woman in front of her.
“You are the one who asked me to complete this task. What is it now? How can I get news from Shivali?”
Before she could finish, Anna had gently raised a finger, placing it silently in front of her enticingly red lips, interrupting the girl’s speech.
The atmosphere outside the corridor became extremely oppressive. Anna stared directly at the girl, who stood frozen and began to tremble as if she were being watched by something terrifying.
“Here, it is forbidden to discuss these matters.”
As if giving a final warning, Anna slowly lowered her finger from her lips, and the terrifying pressure gradually subsided. The brown-haired girl bit her lip, beads of fine sweat forming on her back, but she remained very impatient and defiant.
“I don’t care what kind of deal you’ve made with the Master. My responsibility for the operation of the Pink Pavilion is to ensure that it conforms to the rules of survival. If you want to obtain information, to get any intel, you can leave the Pink Pavilion; whether you go to bed or use drugs, I don’t care. But here, if you stir up trouble again, I won’t hesitate to let you experience real pain, especially since you have such wonderful qualities, don’t you, Carolina?”
“Don’t call me that name!”
That last name in Anna’s words seemed to strike a nerve with the girl, who gritted her teeth, glanced at the already closed door, and glared at the beautiful lady fiercely.
“You damned whore, I will get the information and complete the task my way. Stay out of it; I’m not one of your girls in the Pink Pavilion!”
After being insulted, Anna wasn’t angry; she simply watched the girl straighten her shirt and walk away. She sneered and called over an attendant to bring another bottle of wine for the guest in this room.
Just after she finished her orders, the door inside opened, and the man from Shivali walked out. He surveyed the surroundings and displayed a hint of disappointment upon realizing that the brown-haired Carolina had vanished.
It seems he’s still a pure gentleman; he actually likes that kind of girl, but it’s foolish to come here seeking innocence.
Anna wore a faint smile and asked Fisher, who had stepped out, “What’s wrong, sir?”
“Ah, it’s nothing. Could you tell me where the washroom is?”
Is that why you’re asking where the washroom is, to cover your real intentions? Quite easy to see through.
Anna smiled and pointed in another direction down the corridor. A delicate floral scent wafted from her gesture, an elegant aroma reminiscent of a lotus, making one question whether they had mistakenly encountered a true lady in the wrong place.
“If it’s the washroom, it’s that way.”
“Understood.”
Fisher had almost confirmed that the brown-haired girl was the sorceress he was looking for, but upon stepping out, she had vanished. He had initially intended to feign interest as a gentleman asking where she went, but upon seeing Anna, he abandoned that thought.
His intuition told him that the lady in front of him was not simple; it was better to proceed with caution. After all, so far, Fisher’s instincts had never led him astray—better to be careful.
Anna covered her mouth and smiled, then turned to leave.
Fisher slowly walked towards the washroom, wandering around the Pink Pavilion. He discovered that the place was extremely vast, and there was a pervasive smell of drugs everywhere. Fisher quietly covered his mouth and nose but still failed to find any trace of the sorceress. Ultimately, he had no choice but to give up.
He turned back to his room only to find Trandal lying on a small bed in another room with a dreamy expression. The door was ajar, and beside him, a lady was sitting up, fixing her hair while blowing him a flirtatious glance as she lit a cigarette.
No way, how long was I out?
How has this already concluded?
Fisher looked at the sweaty Trandal with confusion, genuinely wanting to advise him to hold back a little; otherwise, he might suffer some horrifying symptoms of infertility.
“Oh, these ladies, so comfortable.”
“Ah, we are very comfortable too. Lord Trandal is wonderful; we must reward him well.”
Several ladies offered kisses of gratitude, nearly kissing Trandal’s soul out of him. The later few ladies gently grabbed Fisher’s fingers, and as he turned to look, one foot extended in front of him, hooking onto his pant leg.
“Come on, Lord Andrew, won’t you have a drink too?”
“…”
The ladies who had just been beside him clearly felt the solid muscle on him, evidently thinking he was no less appealing than the soft Trandal. They were now eager to sample this gentleman, even temporarily overlooking the scent of the perfume on him.
But Fisher could gain nothing here, and of course, he couldn’t indulge openly. However, leaving immediately would draw suspicion, so he had to accompany the ladies in drinking some wine before feigning intoxication and lying still for a long time. The thirsty ladies, frustrated, poked at his unmoving body as if troubled.
When he finally got up, several hours had passed. Fisher sat up in a panic, checking the time with a look of serious alarm.
He stood up and approached Trandal, who seemed dazed after what seemed like several rounds of “blitzkrieg,” pulling him from his amorous repose. Seeing him still somewhat dazed, Fisher gently slapped him to bring him back to his senses.
“Mr. Trandal, you’ve drunk too much. How are we going to discuss business like this?”
“Ah, yes, we still need to discuss things; sorry, Mr. Andrew.”
That guy was so easygoing. After having enjoyed himself multiple times, he clearly had no qualms about leaving now.
Trandal patted his head and turned to the surrounding ladies, speaking somewhat dazedly, “Save this round of drinks for me; I’ll come back for it next time. Just charge it to the money I reserved earlier.”
“Okay, Lord Trandal.”
One of the ladies stepped out, while the remaining few carefully helped him get dressed, with someone even wiping his sweat with a scented handkerchief. One must say the service was indeed exceptional. Fisher straightened his clothes, waiting for the somewhat unsteady Trandal to be assisted out the door by the ladies.
As they reached the entrance, the conservatively dressed Anna approached with a smile, personally handing over a bill to the seemingly still sober Fisher. She then bowed and said,
“I sincerely apologize for the earlier little mishap. The discount has been calculated for you; I assure you that nothing like this will happen again next time. Mr. Trandal’s drinks are also stored in the icehouse, ready for you gentlemen to enjoy at any time.”
Fisher examined the extraordinarily beautiful lady, not understanding why he suddenly found her a bit strange, but he couldn’t articulate why.
“Thank you.”
Fisher responded in clumsy Nali, then took the slightly dazed Trandal from the ladies’ hands, preparing to call for a carriage to take him home.
Not long after they left, the brown-haired girl Carolina, now dressed in a different outfit, came down from the second floor. She shot a glare at Anna and ran out of the Pink Pavilion, heading in the direction of the two gentlemen.
“Sister Anna.”
One of the ladies beside her noticed the girl following and was about to intervene but was interrupted by Anna, who simply shook her head, looking at Carolina’s departing figure and smoothly saying,
“She is not one of our Pink Pavilion ladies; what she chooses to do after leaving the Pink Pavilion is her freedom. You all go wash up and change clothes; come back to work in the evening.”
“Yes.”
Fisher, helping Trandal, walked quite a distance; his shadow paused slightly by the roadside. He subconsciously glanced back, furrowing his brow before flagging down a carriage by the roadside.
“Get in; let’s go home and rest. Can you walk?”
“Yeah, yeah, I can relax now, whew.”
“Relax my foot! I see your soul is about to be drawn out; if you keep this up, something will happen!”
“I don’t care; it feels so good.”
Fisher couldn’t understand what kind of magic the ladies in the Pink Pavilion possessed, as if they practiced some secret spell, making Trandal feel heavenly to the point of no resistance against such temptation. But at least today, they indeed seemed very professional, or rather, too professional.
After getting the literally limp Trandal into the carriage, Fisher hesitated for a moment before heading down the street, his pace slow, seemingly like an outsider constantly surveying the surrounding roads and street scenes.
He stood in front of a tobacco shop for a long time before finally buying a pack of Saint Nali’s specialty cigarettes. Just as he was about to come out, a small figure suddenly grabbed Fisher’s sleeve from behind, pulling him into the gap between adjacent buildings. He instinctively “panicked” and resisted, shouting in Shivali,
“Who?”
In front of him, a brown-haired girl in a somewhat ill-fitting dress gently formed a “shh” gesture with her finger, while her left hand gently pressed against Fisher’s waist.
“It’s me, sir, from earlier in the Pink Pavilion. My name is Karola Carolina.”
“Ah, it’s you.”
Fisher’s face turned slightly red, and his solid body relaxed as well. But Carolina clearly sensed that the man before her was a bit nervous, yet a large hand slowly descended upon her delicate hand.
A flash of disdain crossed her eyes, yet she still forced a stiff smile. A soft hand gently hooked onto Fisher’s collar, making him breathe faster, as if yearning for the girl before him.
Experiencing the sensation of being pursued by a man for the first time, Carolina instinctively felt disgusted, but an indescribable feeling surged within her.
After a moment of silence, Fisher spoke nervously to Carolina, saying,
“There’s a place up ahead where we can take a rest and chat. Do you want to go together?”
Carolina silently smiled, secretly pleased at how easily she could achieve her goal, but on the surface, she worked hard to suppress that joy.
She blushed and nodded, taking Fisher’s sleeve while shyly nodding and saying, “Mm.”
Hmph, that stinking woman Anna not being in the Pink Pavilion… is this not an easy catch?
How can men in the grips of desire be expected to be wary of you? So foolish!
Carolina thought this way, unaware that the seemingly innocent gentleman beside her had begun to examine her with increasingly deep eyes, quietly sizing her up like a beast ready to pounce, hiding the aura of his hunt.
And that prey was already in the bag.
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