Danmaku, my skills refresh weekly.

Charles rolled his eyes and re-examined the booklet in his hand. No matter how he looked at it, it seemed like a martial arts manual: "I was thinking that if we could learn a body-strengthening method from it, it might accelerate our growth again."

"Body tempering... method?"

"No...isn't that right?" Charles realized what he meant and looked up awkwardly.

"How could you have such a thought?" Alfia was shocked.

This is an introductory book for young children of Daedalus.

Who would take a booklet as a body-strengthening exercise manual?

"Seeing those shameful, even filthy images, don't you feel anything at all?" Alfia blushed, pointing at the small figure sitting cross-legged in the booklet, exclaiming in shock.

"I... how should I feel?" The Charles was numb.

He seemed to have figured it out: this mud horse wasn't a martial arts manual at all, but rather a booklet from the world of DanMachi...

It's specifically designed for training the Qilin Arm!

Can……

Who the hell would have thought this would be the case!

Forget about feeling anything; now that he knows it's not a secret manual, Charles has lost all excitement and just rolled his eyes at Alfia.

"No normal person would feel anything about this kind of thing."

The drawing on it looks like a clay figure, with a Saitama-like expression, and it also looks a bit like a female monster wrestling with superhuman strength...

Who are you showing this to? It's just a meridian diagram explaining the mental cultivation method!

Let alone Ciel, no one could muster the energy to do that!

That makes sense. The brothel culture in the DanMachi world is extremely prosperous. Experienced adventurers spend almost every day in brothels listening to music. Who would use such a thing?

Isn't the real thing more interesting than this female monster's hand-to-hand combat?

however……

Seeing Ciel's utterly dejected expression, Alfia's brows furrowed even more...

She silently pulled a cat mask from her pocket, put it on, and clenched her fist, mimicking a cat stretching: "Now?"

Charles froze, dropping the booklet from his hand to the ground, his eyes wide with disbelief.

What's this? Waist? Who wouldn't be confused by this?

Alfia gasped: It's over...

This child is critically ill and needs drastic treatment!

"Come on! We have to go to the entertainment district today. You need to see what normal people are like." Alfia grabbed Charles's wrist.

Chapter 395 Why are we on the roof?

A cold wind whistles, and the silver moon hangs like a hook.

It was late winter and early spring, and Orario seemed somewhat desolate at night.

But this does not include Happy Street.

For ordinary adventurers who are under immense pressure from monsters and constantly teeter on the brink of life and death, Pleasure Street is the only place that can soothe their souls.

Come play!

"Oh, what a cute young man. Would you like to sit here for a while?"

"Beautiful lady, would you have the honor of spending this evening with me?"

Noise and giggles rose and fell.

The roof of a certain Japanese-style building...

"Achoo-a-hah—" Charles sneezed violently and rubbed his nose:

"Hey, Alfia, is it really necessary to do this? It's...it's so cold."

"Stop talking nonsense and do as I say!" Alfia commanded like a queen, arms crossed.

Charles wrinkled his nose, took a cylindrical "telescope" magical artifact from Alfia, stretched it out, and held it in front of his eyes.

He set his sights on the tall buildings in the distance, which were originally the residence of the Ishtar Familia, but have now become Orario's most famous Red Building.

"You're the one who made me watch..." Ciel muttered as he adjusted the focus of his magical artifact. "Who taught you this? Bringing me here in the middle of the night to peep at other people's entertainment?"

“Of course it’s that old geezer. Knowing his ways, he should take you to the bathhouse. But that’s immoral, so a prostitute is more suitable.” Alfia was quite pleased with her arrangement.

Seeing that Ciel remained silent for a while, he kicked Ciel's butt: "Hey, what did you see?"

Charles had one eye closed.

In sight, a wealthy businessman with a large pregnant belly was blindfolded and chasing after a petite and delicate woman around the table.

Charles said with a Zen-like expression, "Hey, Alphia, why is it that no matter how you try to capture a second-level adventurer, you can't catch a prostitute?"

"You're actually thinking about this?"

"Cough cough, it's a bit windy, and my head is clearing up a bit. I'll try another one..."

The camera pans...

Charles searched through several rooms with open windows and then saw an Amazon covered in a few pieces of leather cloth. She held a leather whip in one hand, her high heels pressing down on a boar's rump. The whip lashed the boar hard, and the boar grunted excitedly.

"Holy crap!" Charles exclaimed, his mouth agape.

Alfia, seeing that Ciel had reacted, curiously unleashed her sonic waves to examine the room Ciel was observing.

The faint sound returned to Alfia's ears...

"Hmph~~ Hmph~, Master~"

"Call me Queen!"

Alfia's face darkened instantly: "Pah! Pervert! Close your eyes! Don't look at this filthy stuff!"

Boom!

"If you look at me again, I'll beat you up!"

"You already punched him!" Charles complained, clutching his stomach. "Didn't you tell me to see that?"

Alfia was speechless. Who knew these adventurers would play such perverse games? She didn't want Sharl's interest to change from 'monsters' to 'masochism'.

"Give me another one... no, I'll choose one for you!"

The silent ultrasonic net unfolded, and Alfia's mind swept rapidly across the entire pleasure district. With a tiny impact, she broke open a window that was blocking the way, and a filthy sound instantly filled her brain...

Ugh... no, unclean!

Alfia's face hardened, her ears turning red. After a hurried search, she finally identified a slightly more normal room: "The rightmost room on the third floor, look through the hole I made."

Charles rolled his eyes at Alfia and obediently turned around.

Through the crack in the window, Ciel saw the two people embracing each other.

One had a muscular physique like Ota's, while the other had fair skin and a slender figure, somewhat like a weak and vulnerable little rabbit.

The muscular customer had clearly drunk quite a bit; he was rather rough as he tossed the little rabbit onto the bed.

He first took off the rabbit's shoes, revealing white silk, then quickly took off his own clothes, lifted the blanket, and stripped the rabbit's fur off.

At this moment, Alfia thoughtfully shared the sounds from the room.

Ciel heard a voice, thick with a hoarse, 'Master~~'

Immediately afterwards, the burly customer placed one hand on the rabbit's waist, raised the transparent test tube in his hand, and mumbled, "Lift your tail higher, I'll give you some maintenance."

Charles's mind went blank for a moment. Through the crack in the window, he saw a fluffy rabbit tail supporting the ancient castle.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"

Charles's expression changed drastically. He dropped the binoculars and took several steps back in terror.

"Alfia, you're showing me this?!"

"What's wrong? Why such a big reaction?" Alfia was confused and was about to pick up the binoculars when Charles interrupted her: "You, you can't look!"

I've seen everything, so what can't I see?

The stronger the Charles's reaction, the better the effect.

“You don’t have to watch, but you can continue… and then tell me your thoughts.” Alfia said with a serious expression.

"You! You, you, you, you!" Charles stammered, pointing at Alfia...

You're inhuman! I never imagined you, Alfia, were like this!

"I won't watch it, I'd rather die than watch it!"

"Heh, no one has ever been able to refuse my request!" Alfia flashed up from behind, pressed against Charles, wrapped her arms around him, and forcefully pressed the "telescope" against Charles's eyes:

"Look closely, this is the kind of interest a normal person should have."

No!! This isn't normal at all! Look at this carefully!

Ciel struggled desperately, but his magic-enhanced body was no match for Alfia.

Charles watched most of the muscular chef's 'stir-fried rabbit meat' performance.

The key is……

"What are your thoughts..." Alfia's voice still lingered in my ears as she pressed her body close to mine.

Ciel was experiencing both pain and pleasure, with a detached expression on his face.

"I don't have any thoughts."

How could there not be? Alfia frowned. "Is it that you don't want to? Or that you can't? Or perhaps you'd like to see something else... like goblins or something?"

"Maybe it's because you're here that I can't perform well. Or maybe it's too cold and I'm freezing." Charles slumped into Alfia's arms, utterly dejected, his soul seemingly leaving his body.

Alfia looked puzzled, took the binoculars back, held them up to his eyes, and looked.

The chef (cs) was just at the 'stir-frying rabbit meat' stage. He flipped the rabbit over with the spoon, then grabbed the handle of the wok and vigorously stirred it back and forth.

"Orario is so disappointing! Let's just destroy it!"