I Own A Brothel In Another World (Ch. 1-196)

Chapter 133 - Gathering Intel ❤

After the carriage disappears from my sight, I put my hands on my hips and look around.

"I guess I'm left to have a good old walk there." I smile to myself and then frown. "Wait. I completely forgot to ask Ross about the location. Shit."

Scratching my head a bit, I let out a soft sigh. "Well, it shouldn't be that hard. I think it was the Travelling Tit. Someone should at least know where it is."

As my eyes scan the street surrounding me, I notice a person heading more or less my way so I try to stop them as non-threateningly as I can, inserting myself into their path with a polite smile and relaxed posture.

"Excuse me, my lady. Would you please spare me a moment? I only want to ask about some directions."

The mature woman pauses her journey, gives me a brief glance from bottom to top, and smiles back.

"Of course, dear sir. What seems to be troubling you?" she asks while staring into my eyes.

"Have you maybe heard of an establishment called the Travelling Tit? I have some bussi—"

The smile disappears from her middle-aged face and is replaced by a scowl in a flash before I even finish talking.

"Pervert." She snorts at me and resumes her walk.

As she leaves my vicinity, my enhanced senses still pick up her muttering under her nose something about all the men being the same with just one thing always present in their minds.

Well, I bet bothering a random woman about a brothel wasn't the smartest thing to do. But hey, at least she knows about it or she wouldn't have reacted that way. I've seen plenty of pubs and bars with much more explicit names or slogans.

Knowing well which half of the population to avoid, I try my luck again and bother a few people more. All men, of course.

It takes a moment to get some concrete info on my destination. I have to approach five dudes in various stages of their life. Some of their reactions certainly make me feel awkward or even just a tad embarrassed, but the others are quite fun.

So, with the newly gathered directions in mind, I head straight to the Travelling Tit. The target of my adventure is located in the mercantile district from what I've heard. It's not that far from where I am but it will still take a moment on foot, and I don't really want to display my actual strength, speed, and abilities in public for no reason.

Just imagine a man in a full black suit jogging through the middle of the street at the pace of a horse. That would be hella eye-catching.

After about forty minutes of a casual stroll, I find myself near the location described to me by the very kind men who have completely no relation to this place and only remembered all the vivid details due to their great memory. Who would doubt such fine and honest gentlemen? I certainly wouldn't, especially while handing them some vouchers for a much better place as compensation for their wasted time.

Just a moment later, I come to a stop in front of a tall, multi-story wooden building very closely resembling an inn from the outside. It has that cosy facade made of warm wooden planks attached horizontally and simple, regular-sized windows. The latter are covered by thick brown curtains, which isn't a surprise even in the slightest.

Right above the entrance hangs a wide, rectangular signboard with the name of the establishment written in a similar colour as the drapes, with a fancy, curvy style. Right after the second word ends, there's a symbol of a golden horseshoe set vertically with an image of an appealing sideboob painted over it.

Yep. Definitely the place. No doubt about it. Though, I thought it was supposed to be a brothel where they are meeting. But, I learned better than to judge the book by its cover a long time ago. My mansion certainly fits that category too.