Ero Saint: I Created An Ero Massage Parlor In Another World Chapter 59: Soon

killed the original Aiden. Why keep targeting the massage parlor? What exactly is their goal?

Just then, I was struck with realization.

The rumor wasn’t just about being so predatory scumbag; it specifically said I went after n and won equally. And that had made people of both genders scared to set foot anywhere near Nolan Street...

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.

The vagrant suddenly pointed his finger at him. "It’s got everything to do with you! You damn Radhanian! Your people took our jobs, took our land! You think we ended up like this because of nothing? Go back to where you ca from, you dark-skinned ape!"

"What did you just say to ?! I was born and raised in this city, longer than you’ve probably been alive. Don’t you dare bla your failures on or my race!"

The shouting match raged on for another minute.

anwhile, I couldn’t help but mourn the lack of popcorn. The show was great, but there’s nothing to chew on!

"There’s corn in this world, right? Then what’s the odd popcorn corn exist too? If it does exist, maybe I could make it popular and make a fortune from it." I muttered quietly as the argunt reached its peak.

"Pack up your things and scram! Don’t forget to bring your friends too. You’ve got five minutes. If you’re still here after that, I’ll personally throw you out," the store owner said threateningly.

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

"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.

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.

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.

Is it possible...

Could there be sothing in my parlor, sothing so important that they had to go to these lengths, start this wild rumor just to keep people away and make sure nobody stumbled onto... whatever it is?

...

A short, plump man with two front teeth sticking out stood in front of a two-story building.

Pasted across the entrance door was a sheet of parchnt bearing the kingdom’s crest, a golden scabbard.

In bold letters, it read:

"The business within this property is closed under investigation. Reopening is forbidden without formal clearance."

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?

"Kekeke, good thing we got word those knights were coming last night," Peter chuckled. "If not, they would’ve caught us red-handed while we were still tearing the place apart."

He then turned to face his subordinates behind him. His posture was slightly hunched, but no one dared make fun of him. "Anyway, Lord Sadis wants us to sweep the place again. This ti, he made it clear that we can’t co back until we find that map. Got it?"

A thin man scratched his head among the crowd, looking unsure. "But sir, we already