our family is gone

Chapter 11 The Unexpected Person
Looking at the countless battle marks on the breastplate, it was a soldier's medal, and Lance was sure that the veteran was a ruthless man hovering between life and death.

Disma brought a bag to Lance, which contained some coins, which was all the leader's net worth.

There are not even a few silver coins, most of them are copper coins, so it looks like a lot, but in fact it is only a hundred or so.

Lance still had something to do, so he led the team to a special place to continue clearing out those mercenaries after a simple deal.

The bandit invasion caused mass deaths of men in the town, leaving many women behind. What should these people do when faced with high food prices after losing their family support?
The answer is that they have all become commodities. Most of the people here are driven to a dead end by life. In order to survive, selling themselves, wives, and children is not a very rare thing these days.

Those who still have money now are those mercenaries and sailors who call at the port. In this era, there are only a few places where money is used for entertainment.

Soon the town's booming industries gave the answer - taverns, casinos and brothels.

Women are forced to serve those people, get the money to live from them, and some even fall here just for a bite.

When Lance learned about these situations from Susan, he was very angry. Population is the cheapest and most precious resource in this world. As the lord, Lance knows that more people are needed to develop the town.

So now that young, fertile women in the town are being used as tools by these people to make money, when will the town recover its population?
Those people are not squeezing those women, but ruining the future of the territory.

Fucking selling is not prostitution, it's digging his foundation!

"It is my shame as a lord to allow the people in the territory to have a chance of survival in this way!" Lance looked up at the building in front of him with a gloomy face.

Disma and Leonard felt the lord's anger. The two of them had been to many territories, but this was the first time they saw that nobles would be angry about the living conditions of ordinary people.

The brothel is a two-story wooden building, a rare large building in such a place, and it looks like it has been around for a while, fortunately it was not destroyed in the war.

The building style inside has no aesthetic feeling at all, it looks like an ordinary hotel that cannot be more ordinary.

The door was open, and there was a fat middle-aged woman on duty at the front desk. Lance heard her welcoming words as soon as he entered.

"Several guests..."

"Where are those sheriffs?" Before she finished speaking, Lance asked directly.

"What security officer? I only have women here." Ji Tou looked at them strangely.

Lance didn't mean to be used to her in the slightest, and directly took out his gun and slapped it on the counter.

"I just want to hear the information I want."

Although Lance and his party seemed not easy to mess with, Ji Tou was not afraid at all. He obviously regarded Lance and the others as mercenaries who had no money and wanted to whore for free.

"Where did the guy come from, he grabbed my head, do you know who I am?"

"She is the mayor's wife, the owner of this brothel."

Susan introduced to Lance, but it also attracted Jitou's attention.

I saw her sizing up Susan, and said with a look of disgust, "If you want to sell this, it's not worth much~"

No one expected that Lance would pull the chicken head's hair directly, press her head on the counter, and hit her temple heavily with the gun butt in his hand.

"Sell your mother!"

Lance was not stingy at all with strength, the first blow made the chicken's head bleed, and the instant dizziness made her unable to make any more reactions.

Soon he lay down on the counter and passed out under successive heavy blows, the blood on his head was still flowing.

But Lance didn't intend to stop, he kept going until the chicken head completely lost its vitality.

"Who gave you the courage to talk to me like that?" Lance didn't hide his contemptuous eyes, calmly wiped the blood from his hands on her body, and then [sacrificed].

"There is not much space inside, Leonard, you stay here and don't let anyone out, Disma and Susan follow me in."

Susan picked up the candlestick on the counter and followed without any hesitation. Seeing this, Disma had no choice but to follow quickly, leaving Leonard alone at the door. He stood silently in front of the sword, with his hands on the sword. The handle looks like a pair of armor.

Too lazy to investigate slowly, Lance directly opened a room.

There was a weird stench inside the room, and the bed quilt inside was also of a dirty color. It hadn't been washed for an unknown amount of time, and it was about to form a black plate.

It was just the next scene that made it difficult for him to adapt.

The woman behind the door didn't even look at him. When she heard the sound of the door opening, she took off her strip-like clothes and lay on the bed like a marionette. The scars, coupled with the expressionless face and empty eyes, are almost like corpses.

The woman's reaction didn't interest Lance. Instead, he felt anger, a sense that his dignity as a human being had been trampled upon.

She is no longer a person, not even an animal, but a tool.

It is a tool for chicken heads to make money, and a tool for mercenaries to vent their desires, except that they are not human.

"Put on your clothes and I promise you will see the sunrise tomorrow."

The woman's numb expression changed slightly, but when she came back to her senses, the door had been closed again, the words just now were like her own hallucinations, as the darkness engulfed the room again, a glimmer of hope rose in the woman's heart Was strangled again.

Lance didn't have time to waste one or two people, and opened the door all the way.

Behind the door, either the expression was as numb as before, or they were scared and terrified and hid in the corner of the bed.

There are not only adults, but also minors, not only women, but also boys.

Lance has never been in contact with these places in his previous life or in this life. There is a huge difference between what he heard and the real experience. There is nothing beautiful to speak of. On the contrary, it is dirty, twisted and chaotic.

Except for those who did not pick up the guests, there were also some unsuitable scenes of opening the door to see children, but few people could react at this time, and those men could only succumb to Disma's spear and sword.

The woman was taken away by Susan and placed elsewhere, but those mercenaries had no such luck, and all of them became sacrifices and returned to Lance.

But soon an unexpected person appears.

Lance pushed the door open and found a skinny, skeleton-like old man hugging a woman on the bed. He was awakened by the sound of the door opening and was groping for the glasses that had been put aside.

"Who is it?"

The dagger that Disma was about to swing forward stopped, and turned to look at Lance involuntarily, waiting for the order.

Because that person was the housekeeper who left them and fled alone.

(End of this chapter)