Chapter 90.1: Rex Managing Town Affairs

Chapter 90.1: Rex Managing Town Affairs

Twenty minutes later.

Yang Qiu stared at the "newly made over" Rex for a few seconds, then silently averted his gaze.

Rex himself didn't have much of a reaction, though the two attendants that Mia had asked to help Rex turned pale.

"Don't be nervous. I don't have any intention of blaming you." Yang Qiu nodded at the two ladies. "Mia, send the two ladies back to rest."

"Yes, Mr. Lord." Mia gave a curtsy.

Yang Qiu waited for the three ladies to leave the room before he burst out laughing.

Rex: "..."

"I'm sorry." Yang Qiu smiled. "Go wash that stuff off your face and hands. It's really... too funny."

Rex trudged to the bathroom expressionlessly...

The "upper-class aesthetics" of this world were still stuck in the first stage after the arrival of the industrial era.

It was as if... they were trying to emulate that delicate, fragile demeanor of pampered aristocrats.

Yang Qiu had gotten two former high-end hostesses to dress Rex up like a noble. The two had vigorously applied layers of makeup to Rex's hands, face, and neck, combed his hair to a glossy sheen, and even adorned his forehead with decorations. It was indeed their best effort.

However, Rex wasn't the sort suited for this elegant style. Although he had rather standard facial features, his skin was dark and rough, while his stubble was thicker than Yang Qiu's after the latter's six decades on the run. On top of it all, Rex's physique leaned toward the muscular side. Even after shaving off his beard and applying makeup, he looked more like a clown about to take the stage...

The former proprietor of "Elegant Dreams" had transformed his office into an exceedingly plain and elegant space. Were it not for the unusual and bizarre instruments hidden behind the cabinet's secret doors, one would never guess that the owner of this office was a sadistic pervert deserving of the death penalty.

Yang Qiu claimed the high-backed sofa that once belonged to the previous owner, sipping on the high-quality tea from the cabinet and indulging in the premium snacks stored in the pantry. After finishing them, he wore a look of disgust and said, "This is far too sweet, almost sickening."

Inspector Lowell didn't even touch anything. He felt incredibly uncomfortable just entering this building, which had formerly been a brothel. Sitting on the genuine leather armchair felt as if he were sitting on a bed of needles.

"Relax, my friend. Weisshem wasn't at fault. The shops and compounds built on this street had no responsibility either. The wrongdoers are those who use these buildings improperly. As long as we deal with those who have done wrong and prevent anyone from misusing these buildings, this place won't be a hideout for filth but a simple residence instead."

Lowell didn't want to hear him talk about all this and coldly said, "Are you still sticking to your original plan? It's not that I have a problem with Rex, but he seems more like an adventurer than a pampered aristocrat."

"I feel the same," Yang Qiu surprisingly agreed. "In that case, let's give Rex a different persona. He's a nobleman's illegitimate son who's relentlessly ambitious and remarkably talented. He despises crawling to his noble father like his other illegitimate siblings, always scheming to gain favor. Instead, at a young age, he embarks on journeys, making a name for himself as the shining star of the Viscount Rex family... What do you think?"

Lowell: "..."

"Mr. Rex?" Noticing Rex emerging from a corridor on the ground floor, Mia asked in surprise, "Aren't you supposed to be with Mr. Lord and the others?"

Rex's face showed a subtle hint of embarrassment. "Um... Yang seemed to have come up with another plan. They don't need me."

"Ah...?"

"Enough about that," Rex quickly changed the subject. "There was a burly male enforcer here originally, the one who protected the ladies. Do you remember where he was assigned?"

Mia certainly remembered the man called Ben. He was the strongest man among all the people under Taranthan's protection. "I know him. He's together with the orcs."

Ben, though covered in whip scars and far from healthy, would still be capable of posing a threat to others. Mia couldn't simply let such a person stay with the other human male sex workers. When she allocated rooms, she placed Ben on the same floor as Ossirian and provided him with a single room.

Rex and Mia made their way to the floor where the orcs were staying. They first checked on Ossirian and then proceeded to find Ben.

Ben was sitting alone on a thin cotton mattress, lost in thought. Since the previous night, everything that transpired left this enforcer with nine years of experience in this scene completely bewildered...

Undead had taken over the entire street, and his boss, his colleagues, and even the customers he had once fawned over were lined up in the streets like livestock. When Ben saw this through the window, he had to pinch his thigh to check if he was dreaming.

It was just... too crazy!

Weisshem rarely received noble guests, given its remote location, and respectable folks weren't inclined to undertake arduous journeys just for momentary pleasures. However, Weisshem did have its fair share of well-connected patrons!

There were merchants with noble backing, officials from Indahl, and sycophants with connections to the aristocracy—these were all common sights in Weisshem!

There wasn't a need to mention others. His boss, Garcia Greene, had the backing of a viscount, and even mid-tier Indahl officials were polite to him.

However, even such people with status had been all tied up like pigs and thrown onto the streets!

Ben had also seen his boss, Greene. His clothes were covered in blood, with a swollen face that was almost unrecognizable.

Hearing footsteps coming toward the storage room he was in, Ben snapped out of his daze and stood up in a hurry.

None of the rooms were locked from the inside, but no one dared to leave and move around wantonly... There were too many undead outside, after all. Even the most arrogant and unreasonable individual wouldn't dare be willful in the presence of skeletons that would make people tremble in fear even in broad daylight.

The door was pushed open, and the man who had smashed the establishment's signboard not too long ago entered.

He was very young and didn't have a bulky physique, but he was very strong. There was a heavy aura about him that exceeded his age and could cause those with keener senses to crumble.

Ben had once been a trainee warrior, but he hadn't been able to embark on the professional path because of his family background. With just his naked eyes and senses, he could tell that the man before him was a very strong and terrifying warrior. Every muscle in Ben's body tightened instinctively.