On the spur of the mont, Jake put his Shadow Guide to work, a tool he seldom used these days. Wishing to find Maeve dead or alive as soon as possible, he waited for the guide to show him the way, and ideally for it to turn around to spare him from entering this hellish area.
Unfortunately, he was quickly disappointed. His Shadow Guide stood resolutely still and Jake was more than familiar with this scenario. If Bhuzkoc, Maeve's supposed master, didn't have an Oracle Rank higher than his, then sothing here was interfering with his functioning. Rembering the Dungeon Digestor's imminent threat, he quickly stopped fretting about the matter.
' Xi, do you know what a Dungeon Digestor is?' Jake prompted his AI casually. Perhaps he should have started there.
[I once knew, but that mory eludes now.] Xi apologized shyly. [I just rember that they don't always an disaster. Many Evolvers see them as an opportunity for enrichnt and training.]
'Then, let's hope that this Dungeon Digestor will be an opportunity for us.'
Before wasting any Aether to activate the Oracle Skill Promotion, Jake tested so simpler wishes and the lack of reaction from his Shadow Guide confird that there was indeed local interference.
For many Evolvers, being deprived of Guidance was like losing their sight or hearing, but for Jake it made it just a little trickier. Since he was usually more than a little wary of the Oracle System, he had long since begun to distance himself from it.
He then attempted a scan of the city, but failed.
[It is forbidden to scan the citizens of an Oracle Shelter or City," Xi explained with so embarrassnt. She had never revealed this rule to him because it was a given in her mind.
In fact, Jake knew it deep down. Everything was done in the Oracle Shelters and Cities to make sure that the residents inside were all equal. Violence, theft and other cris were forbidden, as were ntal spells that could influence the mind or the ability to judge. A scan, especially if perford by a High-Rank Evolver, could reveal a great deal of information about the person standing in front of it, and this broke the principle of fairness that was so dear to this place.
This did not stop him from believing, though, that these rules were ant to be broken. In an ergency or warti situation, he refused to believe that scans would remain prohibited. What if Digestors were hiding in the Shelter and they couldn't use their scans to detect them?
[Only the owner or governor of the Oracle Shelter appointed by an Oracle Overseer can use the scan here.] Xi clarified his uncertainty. [An Oracle Guardian oversees several dozen Shelters like this one, and they often place a manager among the willing and influential High-Rankers in the area. Given the Evolvers' average level here, a governor probably hasn't been officially chosen yet. This might explain the fierce competition between local tyrants like Bhuzkoc, Shaktilar and lkree.]
'Does that an I'm the only one allowed to use the scan on my Floating Island if I build an Oracle City on it?'' Jake made his Oracle AI confirm it with a twinkle of smugness in his eye.
[That's right.]
'Well, at least one good thing...' Jake thought darkly as he frowned. 'I guess I don't have much choice now, I'll have to go in.'
[Good luck. I'm with you no matter what.]
'Thanks, Xi.'
Jake then took a deep breath and held it. It wasn't to give himself courage, but rather to avoid exposing himself to those unbearable slls. Just the stench at the entrance to this Red District made him feel like he could get syphilis or AIDS if he breathed that air a little too long. To the slls of urine, excrents and other body fluids, the one of sen and cheap perfus had joined this already explosive olfactory cocktail. If he didn't have so much confidence in his Constitution and Vitality, he would never have dared to set foot here.
It was only the beginning of the afternoon, but the opaque clouds outside the Black Cube made this district even more unpleasant and nasty than it really was. Everything was sticky and dirty like a garbage dump or rather a sewage plant.
On Earth or even in the collective imagination, a Red District could be shabby and even filthy, but it was usually a festive place where n and won of little virtue t to enjoy themselves. There were often bars, casinos and other services dedicated to entertainnt and relaxation, and it was a great place to forget your worries as long as you weren't in debt, on drugs or one of the local prostitutes.
This place was completely different. As the Red District of the Outer Shelter, this arrangent of makeshift brothels was simply a continuation of the slums. By connecting tents or worn canvas and sotis even so noble fabrics like silk or satin, these prostitutes, coerced or not, had more or less built themselves a "workplace."
These tents and pavilions, generally colourful, stuck out like a sore thumb in the middle of all this filth and the sound insulation was obviously non-existent. Cries of pleasure or pain, grunts and whimpers, as well as the slapping of flesh against flesh were perfectly audible even to a normal human.
In so cases, the fabric of the tents or pavilions was too thin or torn and it was even possible to guess, or even glimpse, the horrors that were going on inside. So prostitutes who didn't even have tents were copulating with their clients on the dung-covered streets, and so of the aliens even seed to enjoy it.
Despite his best efforts, Jake had a hard ti suppressing his disgust, but he strived to stay focused on his goal. Every ti he ca across a humanoid prostitute, he would pause for a few seconds to study her face and compare it to the photo Kyle had given them.
There was no intimacy between these prostitutes and their clients and Jake could see long lines of n, won and other unidentifiable aliens waiting outside each of these tents. Sotis there was a guard like Grosh screening the entrances and collecting the money, but hardly anyone got rejected.
At first Jake thought his investigation would be quick, but the area turned out to be much more crowded than he expected for an early afternoon. Although the Shelter was only ho to a hundred thousand people, he had already counted over 10,000 prostitutes. In other words, in this tiny neighborhood, one tenth of the population was going through hell just for a crust of bread.
Squelching his emotions, Jake stopped roaming around like a tourist and spread his Spirit Body at full range despite the risks involved. His consciousness touched that of a few other Evolvers, but most of the residents here were just normal Civilians and they didn't notice anything special.
Those with decent Extrasensory Perception protected their minds, while the stronger ones retaliated without rcy to show their dominance. Faced with these people, Jake simply retracted his ntal energy and sought to avoid them as best he could.
In a matter of minutes, he finished checking the identity of all the prostitutes and locals whose faces he could see. Several tis, he had crossed young and thin brunettes who matched the profile he was looking for, but when he asked them to turn around, he had been disappointed, or rather relieved, each ti.
That was the most terrible thing about this investigation. Running into Maeve here would imdiately put an end to their mission, but it would undoubtedly be one of the worst eventualities. He would much rather continue to search, even if it ant learning that it was all a misunderstanding and that she was in fact happy and healthy.
With a rueful sigh, Jake turned to the colorful tents and pavilions he had not yet explored. He had already sifted through them with his ntal sense, and had identified so potential targets.
Luckily, these brothels were a joint effort of several species and the humans were only a few hundred. Nevertheless, there were still several dozen pavilions to explore and the lines in front of them were awfully long. If he really waited his turn like the others, he would not be able to finish his mission for a long ti.
Another solution was to wait for these prostitutes to be replaced, but he had neither the patience nor the desire to stay in this stinking neighborhood any longer than necessary.
Violence was unfortunately not an option and an ugly expression soon marred his face. He would have to spend his Aether again... How many bribes would he have to give to get rid of all those horny guys waiting outside those tents?
"Hey handso! Yes you ! How about a quickie?"
Jake who was still hesitating to get in line was surprised when he was hailed by a sultry and feminine voice. The next second, he felt two slender arms wrap around his in a tender embrace as they tried to pull him toward one of the tents that had just beco available.
He felt like resisting, but rembered that it was actually his intention to check the inside of those tents. Alas, it was not Maeve. The woman who had just approached him had red hair and was in her late thirties. She must have been cute, but that was a distant mory after spending several weeks here.
Nevertheless, he let himself be dragged inside her tent. Because of the watchful guards and the "busy" condition of the sex workers outside, he had not been free to ask the questions he wanted.
This woman seed to have been here for so ti.. Maybe she had the answers he was looking for.
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