Chapter 568 - 486: The Born Fierce Star
Belvan hastily arranged a wedding, which was, in fact, quite lackluster throughout the proceedings due to his lack of enthusiasm. Unlike other guests who exerted great effort to endure, he quickly allowed the prostitute to complete her work.
Belvan then urged her,
"Hurry, take me to see the godmother."
Having just received a silver coin, worth her usual nightly income, and considering that Belvan’s business was done so quickly, she was the perfect customer. She didn’t delay but gratefully thanked the Craftsman God Hiris while diligently leading Belvan to a small alley beside the temple.
The alley was dark, filled with a complex stench of decay. Lying on either side were men and women, along with unidentifiable secretions and vomit. Belvan frowned and suppressed the urge to retch.
The prostitute navigated the twists and turns of the alley with ease, causing Belvan to nearly lose track of her several times. As they ventured deeper, Belvan felt a pang of panic, worrying if the prostitute intended to lure him into danger. Perhaps suddenly five or six rogue wanderers would jump out, strip him of his belongings, and only stop when they had taken everything.
Fortunately, as the prostitute’s pace slowed, they arrived in front of a narrow doorway. After the prostitute knocked on the door rhythmically, an ordinary-looking Dwarf woman with a beard came out and scrutinized Belvan.
"Why have you brought this guest here? I don’t entertain clients."
The Dwarf woman spoke somewhat gruffly, her voice high-pitched and bat-like.
"Hey, Saren, this guest isn’t here for that, he’s here for fortune-telling," said the prostitute cautiously, nudging Belvan beside her.
The Dwarf woman named Saren curiously appraised Belvan once more, murmuring to herself: