Ero Saint: I Created An Ero Massage Parlor In Another World Chapter 31: Don’t Buy This - Yet!

But more importantly, I suddenly realized how badly this had screwed up my brilliant plan of setting up the new ero-massage program!

This was supposed to be perfect. I had the massage skill inherited from the original Aiden’s mory, and with the "Sensual Touch" skill on top of that, I was sure I could bring in plenty of custors and finish the main quest just in ti.

But now?

If everyone’s started avoiding my parlor like it’s the plague, how am I supposed to get any custors?

Walking from the forest to the city, then from the market district to the port, and now deep into the West Borough without a single rest, the fatigue finally caught up to . My whole body was burning out.

On top of that, the sun blazed overhead like it had a personal grudge against .

I was sweating buckets, and with every step, my body grew stickier and heavier. Not to ntion, this body wasn’t in great shape to begin with.

Honestly, it was a miracle I’d made it this far at all.

As I wiped the sweat from my forehead, I couldn’t help but miss my old motorbike. Even though in a sense, it was only less than a day old since I last saw it.

How great would it be if I could bring all my stuff from Earth here with ...

"Sigh... How is it that my first day in another world had to be so miserable that it needed to run to many places at once? It would be nothing if I were a fan of marathons or jogging, but sadly, I’m not. This was definitely not how I imagined spending my first day after getting isekai’d."

Despite all the complaints, I kept on walking, though my pace had grown slower, almost like a snail.

For a mont, I regretted giving all the money I had taken from the thug I knocked out to the starving girl. But when I rembered the look on her face, the way her eyes lit up, and the joy in the other kids when she ran back to them with the money, that regret vanished almost instantly.

I hurriedly shook my head, and carried on my journey while gritting my teeth.

...

When I finally entered the West Borough, I was surprised to find it wasn’t as crowded or bustling as I had imagined.

Everyone knew it was the most populated district in the city. But compared to the chaos of the market or the busy dock, what I experienced can be described to be only mildly noisy.

Then it hit . It was already noon.

Most of the residents were probably already long off working or looking for work in other districts of the city. Richie was a perfect example. He left at sunrise every day to unload cargo at the docks and didn’t co back until late afternoon.

Still, a few people lingered on the main street, mostly won and children. It made sense as they were likely the families of workers who had already left earlier in the morning.

And of course, there were plenty of vagrants lining the sidewalks.

What really caught my attention, though, was just how many vagrants there were. Dozens, maybe more, lying on the ground, huddled under torn, rugged blankets, or slumped against walls.

And yet, the people walking by barely reacted. Their expressions were normal, as if they’d long since grown used to the sight. It was nothing new to them.

As I went deeper into the district, the number of vagrants grew. So storefronts were completely blocked by sleeping bodies, making it impossible to even open the doors.

Amidst my observation, I suddenly heard sothing.

"You low-life bastards! Don’t you have anything better to do than loiter in front of my shop?!"

The shout was so loud it brought everything to a halt. People stopped what they were doing and turned their heads toward the source.

Naturally, my attention was drawn too. No way I’d just walk past a commotion like that. I an, who turns down free entertainnt? Ignoring it would’ve been a total waste."

As I looked over, I spotted two n in a heated argunt. One was clearly a Radhanian, judging by his dark skin and massive build. The other was a vagrant, thin, with matted hair and clothes that looked like they hadn’t been washed in ages.

Just then, the vagrant shouted back.

As he turned around to enter his store, he didn’t notice the grin slowly spreading across the vagrant’s face.

Fuck! Who the hell started spreading this crap?

Could it be the Sadis Gang again? Of course, it had to be their doing again! That would explain everything. News about my capture spread far too fast. And knowing the Sadis Gang specialized in gathering and leaking information, it wasn’t a stretch to think they were behind this too.

’Looks like and those shitheads really are fated to be mortal enemies, huh? Fine by , after all, it’s not like I can rest peacefully until I’ve destroyed them.’

Still, there’s sothing that bothers .

Though, calling it a gang might be a bit of a stretch.

From what I could tell, the Workers operated more like a labor union than a typical criminal group. They didn’t extort protection fees from random people or businesses like most gangs did. Instead, they only collected dues from their mbers, and those mbers actually received real benefits in return.

Based on what I could piece together from my mories, mbership in the Workers ca with certain protections. Employers were less likely to abuse or exploit Workers-affiliated laborers.

"Die!" the vagrant roared.

No one saw where the dagger ca from or when he’d pulled it out, but that hardly mattered. What did matter was that he was now lunging forward, blade aid straight at the store owner’s back.

Neither the owner nor I had ti to react. I stood frozen, shocked that the vagrant had a weapon and was willing to use it so suddenly and without hesitation.

The other onlookers were probably just as stunned as I was.

The dagger plunged into the man’s back. He collapsed to his knees instantly. Blood soaked his shirt.

"You..." he gasped, disbelief written across his face.

The vagrant looked just as stunned, then started laughing, taking a few steps back.

"Haha... I did it... I did it..."

There were probably a lot more benefits to being part of the Workers, especially considering nearly every laborer in the West Borough had joined. But the original Aiden hadn’t paid much attention to the details.

’If I really wanted to know more, I could just ask Richie. I rember he’s a mber too. Huh... maybe not all of the Five Rings are bad after all,’ I muttered under my breath.

My eyes drifted to Esther, now surrounded by a group of Radhanians demanding to take the vagrant with them.

The other, nearby vagrants had stirred up from their slumber and now trembled with fear, unsure of what would happen next.

I watched them for a few more seconds before turning away and continuing on my way.

What I didn’t realize at the ti was that, the mont I walked off, Esther’s eyes followed intently. Her hand, which had been resting tensely on her hip, imdiately relaxed.

"Phew... that guy feels dangerous..."

"What did you say?"

"Nothing."

...

After the stabbing incident, I didn’t run into any hidden quests or unexpected events.

In fact, things were so quiet, I started to wonder if I had sohow wandered into the wrong district... because this didn’t feel like the West Borough at all!

According to my mories, the West Borough was crawling with criminals. You had to constantly watch your back, pickpockets, random thugs demanding protection fees, and if you refused, they wouldn’t hesitate to rough you up or even stab you. On top of that, there was always the risk of being sward by desperate, hungry vagrants.

But strangely enough, I encountered none of that.

’What’s with the sudden peace and quiet?’ I thought to myself, scanning my surroundings.

Soon, I spotted a man leaning against the wooden railing of his house, puffing on a tobacco roll.

I walked over and cleared my throat.

It had beco a habit of mine to clear my throat to get soone’s attention instead of waving or saying hello. Saved the trouble of speaking too much. And clearly, it worked.

The man instantly took notice of my presence, glanced over, and eyed with suspicion. "Who are you?"

"Kekeke, I’m just a nobody," I blurted out, following my intrusive thought.

I initially wanted to try to lighten the mood by starting off a friendly laugh, but what I didn’t expect was that what ca out of my mouth sounded more like a creepy giggle than anything else.

’Fuck, what did I just say?’

I froze. And so did the other guy before he took a few steps back. I could feel his suspicion spike almost instantly.

He looked up at the roof. A pigeon was perched on the ceiling, staring straight at him. After a mont, it spread its wings, glided down, and landed gently on Peter’s shoulder.

"Do you see anyone suspicious coming to this street?"

The pigeon tilted its head, then let out a soft squawk. "Ku! Ku! Ku!"