Red Light District, Outer City.

Night had fallen, making this district, also known as the crimson district by its patrons, a bustling and vibrant area.

The narrow and winding streets were illuminated by glowing lanterns and resplendent magical orbs stuck to the walls in some places.

Here, the air was filled with a mix of liquor, perfumes, and incense. The architecture of the buildings reflected the city's diverse culture.

Although the Outer City wasn't as breathtaking and lavish as the Inner City, its design was still vastly better than the majority of the cities in the Empire.

When the sun set and the twin moons rose, many residents considered the red light district the place to be.

One could find buildings designed by elven hands, sturdy dwarven structures, human-made taverns, and even small establishments built by gnomes.

At a single glance, it was clear that this district catered to the needs and wishes of the people from all four major races.

Adam walked through the crowded cobblestoned street, looking around with curiosity and wonder.

He had never visited a place such as this before. Although he found all this not quite to his taste, it was still a novel experience for him nonetheless.

The youth nimbly made his way through the crowd as he continued to sip wine from his gourd. "Hmm, what an interesting place."

To his left, he could see beautiful elven courtesans with their graceful movements and blonde hair, mingling with onlookers.

On the other side, human women were chatting and laughing with a bunch of ugly-looking men, their eyes sparkling with seductiveness.

Adam even saw gnomish and dwarven women alluringly conversing with men far taller than them. Seeing such a scene, the youth was taken aback.

He couldn't believe that some people had such strange fetishes.

That's mad! He thought to himself incredulously.

Many women, who saw Adam walking past them, winked at him or struck up conversations with him. However, the youth ignored them and continued to walk toward his destination.

A beautiful elven courtesan, a very bold one at that, suddenly grabbed Adam's arm.

She provocatively leaned against him and whispered into his ears, "How big is your cock, boy? Why don't you let me take a look?"

"Small," said Adam with an annoyed expression. "Now leave me alone.

He withdrew his arm from the elf's grasp and hurriedly walked away.

The elf was dumbfounded as she watched the youth's departing back. It wasn't until he had disappeared amidst the crowd that she snapped out of her daze.

She harrumphed before turning around and looking for her next target.

Meanwhile, Adam's heart was beating wildly inside his chest. His cheeks were slightly flushed red as he thought to himself, Damn, I nearly gave into my temptations just now!

He took a large swig of wine and tried to calm down his excited heart.

The district was lively with the sound of music, laughter, and chatter permeating the air. Elvin harps, gnomish flutes, and dwarven drums came together to form a mesmerizing environment.

After navigating through the crowd for a long time, Adam realized that his destination was getting closer.

He thought to himself, According to the Brotherhood's intel, the Velvet Dreams has a hidden mechanism in their building that can detect mana usage.

Anyone who uses spells inside this high-end establishment is immediately dealt with. The security is very strict in that place, to say the least.

The Twilight Brotherhood wanted to test his infiltration skills. That is why they had given him such a mission.

Adam's lips curled up into a smirk as he thought, So what if I can't use mana?

The following moment, he lowered his head, hiding the otherwordly light flashing in his eyes.

A brilliant, white-colored flower pattern formed in his jet-

black pupils!

The youth once again disappeared into the crowd as a barely visible layer of smoke started to cover his body unbeknownst to the people around him.

When he reappeared, his appearance had changed.

Rank 1 Spell: Disguise!

No longer was he wearing black robes and a pointy hat.

No longer was he Adam.

Now, he was a middle-aged man with a potbelly strained against the fabric of his lavish, bright-colored robes. He had a head full of wavy, brown hair and his eyes were of the same color.

His chubby face was pockmarked and ruddy, and his eyes flashed with a lecherous light as he ogled all the beautiful women who passed him by.

Despite his unappealing features, he carried himself with a confident behavior fueled by the wealth displayed by his attire.

His clothes looked like they were made of the finest and most expensive of fabrics. He wore a thick gold chain with interlocking links.

Moreover, he also wore gold rings on eight of his fingers, each ring studded with a different type of beautiful gem.

The courtesans who laid eyes on him were instantly drawn to him.

Of course, it was not because of his looks.

I bet I look like the type of person that visits the high- end establishments in this district, Adam thought to himself in amusement. Well, I'm certain that my illusion is flawless.

During the year and a half that he spent recuperating, he wasn't sitting idly by. He had all the time in the world to uncover the secrets of the white lotus.

Although he suffered disastrous consequences in his battle against Oswald Gracie and Professor Hemingway, it could also be considered to be a blessing in disguise.

Because in the long time period that he was recovering, he was able to tap into the power of the white lotus and learn to use his spiritual power at will!

Although there were still a lot of restrictions while using spiritual power to cast spells, it was a large improvement compared to before.

Adam finally arrived at his destination after refusing the advances of dozens of courtesans on his way there.

In front of him, stood a grand structure, three stories high. The building's entrance was marked by a pair of imposing double doors made of polished wood.

Above the door, a beautifully carved signboard bore the name - Velvet Dreams.

Adam's eyes flashed with a murderous light as he thought to himself, They said I can deal with the target however I wished.

If that is so

Then I will burn this place to the ground!