As Konrad stepped into the Red-Light district, a faint dark mist snuck up on him and trailed him from the side while he bypa.s.sed the sea of people. Although the area didn't see much activity in broad daylight, there was still a substantial amount of lost causes that couldn't resist the temptation.

　　But as he crossed a desolated alley leading to his mother's brothel, Konrad stopped in his tracks.

　　"Alright, show yourself."

　　Having kept his Origin Sight activated, he could see the faint dark mist on his heels. However, since his demonic senses couldn't detect any ill intent from it, he didn't pay it much attention.

　　The dark mist expended into a full-blown dark fog, then morphed to a.s.sume a riveting figure Konrad knew very well.

　　"Yvonne?"

　　Yvonne stood before him with her lips flas.h.i.+ng an enthralling smile.

　　"Congratulations, husband. Your s.e.m.e.n is truly incomparably nutritious and helped me accelerate my recovery process. This morning, I returned to the early stage of the Profound Saint Rank. This is my second Pure Self."

　　Black lines flashed on Konrad's forehead.

　　"I didn't know you to be so shameless."

　　"I learn from the best."

　　Yvonne gave the humble bow of disciple to master.

　　Konrad stifled a laugh and rubbed his beardless chin.

　　"Oh well, your nectar is not half bad either. My cultivation made great strides toward the seventh step of the Transcendent Knight Rank and the ninth step of the Transcendent Priest Ranks. Once I seclude myself to fully digest the gains, a breakthrough is inevitable."

　　"That is natural. You are privy to the world's number one garden. As long as you're diligent, prosperity is yours."

　　Yvonne brazenly replied while putting a bronze mask on her face and stepping toward Konrad's side.

　　He offered her his arm, and without hesitation, she took it.

　　"Let's hope this shameless couple of ours receives mother's blessings."

　　Thus, arm in arm, they carried on toward Gulistan's brothel.

　　Shortly after pa.s.sing the door, an overly eager procuress welcomed them. Konrad ignored her, letting his eyes sweep the brothel where several guests were currently being entertained by the prost.i.tutes.

　　The place echoed with many memories his previous self found rather unpleasant.

　　"Lord, please step inside. Here we have all flavors and will definitely leave you begging for m…huh…do I know you?"

　　Initially, the middle-aged procuress had begun her speech by looking at attire rather than face. Using clothing to determine the depth of pockets, she a.s.sumed she got herself a big fish.