Chapter 20 - Zion In The Brothel!

While Zion was busy heading over to the brothel where he had seen Prince Linton, Rhesus tapped his finger on his throne chair with a frown on his forehead. Even after kicking out that detective, his problems still weren't solved. He hadn't found out the truth behind the murder.

To be honest, he hadn't seen anyone having a bad relationship with the crown prince, Bradley Vanne. That child had always been friendly and kind to all. Why would someone hate his son? The king knew that there should be more hidden in the dark that he didn't know about. His frown deepened when he thought of that.​​

He had done everything he could to find the clues, but he also knew that he needed the aid of a few intelligent officers. So would he have to hire new people already?

Rhesus stared at his feet for a long time before finally letting out a sigh. Fine, if it would take an officer to solve this case, he would appoint someone from the available guards. After deciding this, he clapped his hands.

A guard entered the hall and bowed before the king. Although he didn't say anything, his stance was straight as he stared at the king without any expressions.

"Do you want to work as a detective under me?"

This guard was a Dhampir that belonged to the elf race. He wasn't supposed to be promoted to an officer since, according to the rule, only aristocrats become officers, but the king was desperate. He needed someone to find the murderer as fast as possible. So he was willing to promote this guard.

After hearing those words, the guard's eyes widened. This person hadn't shown any reaction before, but now, he couldn't help it. But his head and face were covered with a silver-colored helmet that only revealed eyes and lips. So no one could see the face hidden behind that helmet, and neither the king nor the guard cared about the look.

But the latter was truly shocked. He opened his mouth and closed, and didn't know what to say. Should he thank the king or refuse the offer since it carried too much burden? Even this guard knew what the king wanted him to do after becoming a detective. But he couldn't refuse even if he wanted to.

So he took a deep breath and went on his knees with a serious expression on his face. "I, Oswin Irwine, an imperial guard, would henceforth become and work as a detective officer and help your majesty in solving crimes of this kingdom."

The king's shoulders relaxed at that, and he nodded. He remembered this guard named Oswin, whom he had hired a year ago. Since then, this guard had been able to use his intelligence in helping him solve many cases. If it weren't for this guard, Rhesus wouldn't be able to find many criminals. So why not give this person an official post to make things easy?

After that, he called a servant to bring a seal. Rhesus signed it and gave it to the guard standing before him. He felt like his burden had been reduced after so many days. He could allow this person to handle the case officially, and he could rest in his bedroom.

Before going, he suddenly remembered something. "Oh yes, find the whereabouts of that ghost. That person didn't appear after the day Prince Linton came. I feel like the ghost can be a big lead for us."

Being a guard, Oswin knew the secrets of the palace. So he knew what the king was talking about. So he just nodded and left the palace hall.

Zion was currently standing right before the brothel and stared at the entrance with a frown on his face. He knew that Prince Linton had come here a few minutes ago in a carriage, but he couldn't find the trace of that blond man now. Not even the carriage was parked around here to wait for the prince. Did that man leave already when Zion was changing his appearance?

His eyes narrowed, and he decided just to enter this place to wait for the prince. Even if Linton wasn't, Zion was sure that he could find valuable evidence here. So he fixed his appearance and walked inside.

After entering, he saw rows of women in beautiful dresses leaning on the railings from the balcony while staring down and batting their eyelashes at the customers gathered downstairs. Zion quickly averted his eyes, but there was someone who enjoyed this scene. The system.

007 popped out and stared at the woman upstairs with glistening eyes. The furry man's face had already turned red as he stared at the women with a hint of desire in his eyes. If you look closely, you would see the system literally letting out drops of saliva from the corner of his lips while staring at those girls.

Zion squinted his eyes after seeing the system's reaction. He knew that this 007 was perverted, but today, he saw the extent of how far this thing could go to satisfy his desires.

He silently added another point at the grudge he held against those higher planetary beings, especially that Methu man. After that, he coughed and forcibly shut off the system. He didn't want to waste more time talking to this strange system. His headache had increased after seeing the system blushing face that constantly stared at those women.

To be honest, Zion felt nervous at this place. This was the first time he had entered a professional brothel, but he kept a straight face. After all, he had lived in the 21st century where half-naked women would roam around the street without any shame. So his cheeks didn't turn red after seeing those women wearing revealing clothes. He moved his eyes toward the main staff room, where many ladies were gathered.

Since Zion's attire was that of a servant, none of the girls looked at him with interest. The females were all either aristocrats or half-elves, showing their beautiful features.

So he moved and walked inside without even giving them a second glance. It wasn't like he didn't want to be in a relationship or pursue any girl. It was just that currently, his priorities included survival in this strange world filled with danger at every step. So he had thought about this. He would only pursue a relationship after stabilizing his situation. And before that, he wouldn't even look at another girl.

Just as he was thinking about this, he heard a voice gaining his attention. "Oi, servant, why're you here?"