"Hmph, I'm telling you Jos! He behaves like a gentleman but is no different from a scum." A man who had a smirk on his face spoke.

"Haha, I know! It isn't like I'm blind, Oddric. I'm pretty sure he is waiting for that slut to come out so he can take her away from that trash."

Oddric Griswold and Jos Brightwood.

These two people were none other than two of the three men who had harrassed Evelynn in the spectator seats of the Conferred King Tournament. They had left the tournament moments before the finals could start because they couldn't suppress their urge to feel the embrace of a woman.

They had invited even the other one to come together with them but he instead said that he wants to watch the tournament.

"Yeah! Who is he kidding!? We originally came to pick up good-looking chicks but he changed his mind and decided to watch the tournament? Not happening..." Oddric mocked as he imperceptibly gazed at the women who were passing by them on the streets.

As the young master of the Griswold Family, he had no lack of women. He had indulged in carnal pleasure with obedient women at home but he rather became bored of it.

Hence, he took to the streets and shamelessly tried to force women and a long time later, got to meet with two new friends who had surprisingly got the same taste as him.

From then on, they had hit it off, had bets with each other, picked up women, used them, threw them away or locked them up in their homes like slaves. However, they didn't like to share the women they picked up but liked to keep them for themselves.

Nevertheless, they knew their limits and didn't target any powerful woman or women of relevant status.

All the people who were here in the second level are from King Grade Powers and they didn't have any doubts in regards to that.

However, in an overpopulated family, a young mistress of a family and a normal woman of the same family can't be spoken of in the same volume.

The importance and the security bestowed to the former when compared to the latter are worlds apart and what they target is undoubtedly the latter.

And most of the time, they do really pick up a normal yet gorgeous woman who willingly follows them, tempted by the riches they promise. In return, they have honored their promise but treated them like slaves in the end.

Oddric Griswold shook his head, "Forget that idiot. You said that you know a friend who is willing to sell his younger sisters for a price?"

"Well, we are moving towards him right now. Just follow me! My contacts remain confidential." Jos Brightwood said with a laugh.

"Alright!"

'Younger sisters? Twins?' Oddric Griswold rubbed his hands in anticipation. He didn't think Jos Brightwood was kidding.

After all, an alchemist has his way to obtain numerous benefits!

They walked through the wide streets, taking their time, turning corners as they checked-out women with the corner of their eyes.

Suddenly, Jos Brightwood, the Alchemist, took a white stone from his spatial ring and stiffened. His facial expression distorted for a while before he sighed.

Oddric Griswold who had walked past a little bit from watching the curvy ladies suddenly noticed that Jos Brightwood had stopped.

"What is it?"

Jis Brightwood wryly smiled, "Some obligation came up..."

Oddric Griswold had a stunned expression on his face. It took him a while to sigh and wave his hand, "Just go..."

"Don't worry man. Next time, it's my treat in the Lustrous Skin Manor."

Oddric Griswold's face lit up as he no longer felt sullen, "Alright, alright, just go..."

Jos Brightwood winked at him before he left....

In the streets, Oddric Griswold continued to roam about, trying to target a woman for this month. The ones they encountered in the Conferred King Tournament all rejected them, so he was currently in a rather bad mood.

'Or should I return to my home and have my way with my lovely Luisa?'

He couldn't help but think of the last woman he had brought into his 'lair' and kept her there along with some other women.

In truth, his 'lair' was not some underground cellar but an extravagant architecture that is capable of fulfilling the vanity of even the likes of him, filled with amenities.

What else was there to say about those lowly women whom he had hoodwinked?

In his mind, they were pretty much living the high life with him!

Oddric Griswold suddenly stiffened.

He saw a woman with a pale face look left and right as if she was looking for someone. She wore pure white robes and her height was about 5 feet 3 inches, making her look petite when compared to other women.

Her anxiety invoked a sense of wanting to protect but Oddric Griswold has other thoughts well up within him, stirring his evil desires. He gulped and put a harmless smile on his face.

He then took a step forward with the bearing of a young master and approached the young blemishless lady.

The nervous young lady took a step back from seeing someone approach her. She hid behind a tree with a wide trunk and peeked at the man with her pitiful eyes.

"Young lady, don't be afraid..." Oddric Griswold used his upbringing to radiate a righteous aura around him.

As if reacting to his plea, the young lady stopped hiding and looked at him with a timid expression on her face.

"Are you perhaps, lost?"

The young lady's eyes widened and she couldn't help but nod her head as if she had found her savior.

"I-I got separated from my big brother..." She echoed.

Oddric Griswold became stunned as he heard her voice. It sounded mellow and soft as if it had the capability to melt him. He inwardly gulped and looked around to see if a man resembling her was present but there wasn't anyone among the moving crowd.

'She's doesn't know the way back? From the looks of it, she looks like she never left her residence in her life before...'

Oddric knew that there were women who never opted to go out, staying in the confines of their room or forced to stay because of family issues. He didn't find these women getting lost odd.

He then looked back at her with a wry smile and asked, "Which family are you from and which region are you living in? Big brother will help you get back to your home."

If her answer was that she was from a prominent and powerful family, he instantly decided to take her to her residence to get a distinguished reputation. It would only increase his connections and wouldn't harm in any way.

However, if it was the other way...

Oddric Griswold's lips slightly twisted.

The young lady stayed silent for two seconds before she opened her mouth, "I'm from the Cromdor Family, Northwest region."

'Cromdor Family? Northwest Region?' Oddric Griswold thought before his eyes lit up in realization.

'That Low-Level King Grade Family which is on the brink of extinction due to offending a young master from a family of the third level?'

Oddric Griswold oddly smiled, "Of course, I know of your family."

An evil glint flashed past his eyes that told even if she was the young mistress of that family, he wouldn't leave her now. In his eyes, this young lady was basically a trapped lamb, ready for the partaking.