Chapter 6 - Cabinet

With a creak, the door opened under Jack's hand, and he entered his office.

An excellent carpet, expensive furniture, rare alcohol, paintings of passionate women, and much more ... The past manager loved to live in a big way.

The office looked rich, but this did not particularly bother Jack, he was one of those who did not need much for a good, and most importantly, happy life ... the main thing is access to the Internet and chewing a little ... Unfortunately, even if he had the Internet here and was, he would not have been up to him.

After inspecting the premises, he found both a good canvas and reports ... if they can even be called reports. Looking at this meager information and clumsy handwriting, Jack realized that he definitely would not make it worse.

As for the canvas for the poster, it turned out that the previous owner tried to learn how to paint, but it seems, after a couple of attempts, he abandoned this business.

- "It feels like the last manager was a tough show-off, trying to present himself as some kind of aristocrat or something ..." -

- "Maybe." -

- "Okay, this is almost sorted out ... Status." -

System of Evil

Characteristics:

Strength - [7]

140 ↑

Agility - [9]

180 ↑

Vitality - [4]

80 ↑

Perception - [13]

↑ 260

Reason - [12]

↑ 240

Will - [8]

160 ↑

Libido - [1]

20 ↑

Evil Points - [100]

Tasks:

(There are currently no assignments)

Modifiers:

Resolute Mind - [Lvl - MAX]

Devil's Body - [Lvl - MAX]

Polyglot - [Lv - 1] [500 ↑]

"Can I upgrade the' 'Polyglot' 'mod for five hundred evil points?" -

- "And there is." - O'Dim nodded - "Pretty understandable, isn't it?" -

- "Yeah ... One hundred points of evil ... so little ... I had to join a criminal gang, and the points from the award are only enough for pumping Vitality or Libido ..." -

- "I would advise you to pump Libido ..." -

Jack waved him off and interrupted him - "Didn't I say that I was going to ignore this parameter?" -

The Glass Man spread his arms - "Are you going to miss out on such a great opportunity to earn Evil Points? You are now the manager of a brothel, you would even have a discount on services ... "-

- "I will achieve everything with training." - Jack shook his head, continuing to ponder what to do with the newly appeared Evil Points

O'Dim continued the dialogue - "Training will take too long, and if you count on being able to quickly become stronger by pushing the parameter to the limit, then you overestimate yourself. Even though you managed to increase the 'Will' parameter by one, it doesn't mean that it's so easy. You will see and understand what I am talking about when you start training. " -

Jack froze for a moment, thinking about Gunther's words. There were various obsessive thoughts about investing in Libido, but he quickly pulled himself together - "No, I have to try to get by with as few Evil Points as possible. Moreover, I am in no hurry, so the slow result does not scare me. " -

- "It's your business." - O'Dim shrugged his shoulders

In the meantime, Jack himself decided to increase survivability at the expense of Evil Points. There was no point in accumulating points, because the larger the parameter, the higher the price for its improvement. There was no point in marinating glasses for a rainy day.

Evil's glasses were reduced by eighty points, and Jack felt a warmth spread through his body. Outwardly, he changed only very fleetingly. The skin tone and skin itself became a little healthier, a couple of acne disappeared, but basically, everything remained in place. As for the internal changes, they were more expressive.

The heart became slightly stronger and more resilient, which as a result decreased its resting heart rate. The narrowed vessels and capillaries expanded slightly, some of the accumulated toxins disappeared, and the tired muscles of the legs and back got a second wind.

Overall, Jack felt pretty good, like doing a good warm-up workout and then getting a great deep relaxing massage.

- Awesome. - he said quietly, closing his eyes, enjoying these sensations - "A moment and you are already a little stronger than yourself in the past ... It's so magical and strange ... People train to become stronger until they sweat, but it's enough for me to sin and become stronger... Unfortunately, this system does not work for me. " -

O'Dim didn't comment on Jack's thoughts and only smiled enigmatically.

Moving away from this little transformation, Jack pulled himself together and made some posters about hiring a janitor or cleaning lady with good enough pay for the job. He got the hang of prices pretty quickly as he chatted with Phil.

Renting a whore on the street cost an average of twenty bucks for classic sex, but in brothels, these prices are much higher. The cheapest girl in a brothel would be around seventy dollars.

Such a sharp rise in prices is due to the "quality" of the goods and safety. All the girls in the brothels are generally much prettier and sexier than their rivals on the streets of Rouenapur. They are also routinely screened for STDs at local hospitals.

When the posters were ready, Jack was about to leave the office and hang them at the entrance to the establishment, but then he remembered one thing that he had forgotten about.

Reaching for his pants, he pulled out the pistol Phil had given him for self-defense.

The general's legendary pistol, Colt M1911, was pressing with a pleasant weight on the palm of the guy who was looking at the pistol with admiration. The cold metal, polished to a shine, inspired a sense of confidence in the owner of the weapon.

One magazine in the pistol, two in stock, and that twenty-one rounds ... Although Jack wanted to shoot with him now, he hoped that he would not have to spend a single round at all ...

After taking aim a couple of times and trying several times to draw out an emergency pistol, he left the weapon alone, hiding it behind his belt.

Taking the posters, he left the office and was immediately greeted by the noise of a brothel. It turned out that his office had excellent soundproofing. Walking through the brothel, Jack shyly greeted all his workers, although he did not even know the names of most of them.

Having placed posters on the front side of the establishment, the plump man remained outside for some time to breathe fresh air. Yet the interior smelled of alcohol, cigarettes, and scented candles with the sweet scent of roses and vanilla. Not terrible, but getting used to it quickly will not come out to such smells.

- Eat. Here you go. Hey! Do not take away his bread, he is your relative! -

A soft and clear male voice caught Jack's attention.

Nearby, on the threshold of a ruined old house, sat a twenty-five-year-old guy who was feeding a loaf of pigeons.

Messy clean hair, tattered but tidy old clothes, slightly tanned skin ...

A kind face, honest eyes, a naive look, a childish smile, and a few bruises and abrasions.

Jack quickly realized that this guy is out of this world and is most likely a "sunny child". In general, he had problems with intellectual development. A naive child in the body of a grown man.

He sighed heavily and looked anxiously at this guy. Jack was always quite compassionate, but especially his heart ached for such people and children with a pure soul and mind.

This guy with the development of a child ... From his clean, incorruptible, and trusting look, it was clear that he was not capable of harming even an ant.

For some time he watched him feed and play with pigeons. The birds were not at all afraid of him and climbed into their own hands.

Hearing the sound of heels, Jack turned and saw Lola. The woman also seems to have gone out to get some fresh air ... but no, she just went out to smoke, which is strange, it could have been done inside the brothel.

Jack pointed his gaze to the guy - Who is he? -

Lola followed her gaze, inhaled, and exhaling smoke, calmly replied - This is Hiro. He lives nearby. -

- He ... - Jack said with a pause.

- Yes, he has problems with his head. As a child, he had a good ride on it when he was robbed. -

- I see. - Jack breathed - How do you know all this? -

- I work here most of my life, I know many in the neighborhood ... Yes, and his mother worked in this brothel with me, once ... -

"Was she a whore too?" -

- Who else? Loader? - the little woman grinned

- Well, in the brothel there is also a cleaning lady, a cook, a bartender, and a couple of waitresses ... -

- This was not the case before. Unless there was a cleaning lady, but again, his mother was just a whore. -

Lola sighed and looked from Jack to Hiro - She loved him, although she did not even know who his father was. He lived with her in a brothel and sometimes even helped her earn money. -

- I.e? Jack frowned.

- Not what you thought. - Lola dismissed - Pregnant women with tummy are in good demand, so some prostitutes do not use protection and walk with belly almost all the time. -

Jack expressed bewilderment - Doubtful benefit. -

- Yes and no. Of course, this is all harmful to health, the risk of dying, but the extra payment was worth it ... Some even sold their children to gangs, and did not raise or send them to an orphanage. -

Jack winced - Wildness ... -

- As it is. - Lola spread her arms - Did Phil tell you that at least half of the girls are sitting on a needle? -

- Yes. - Jack sighed disappointingly, understanding where the woman was leading

- Drug addicts always need a dose, and it always needs money. Usually, the groups that own such establishments give a discount on their "product", but this does not help much to drug addicts. -

- We've gone off-topic ... -

- Yes, what are we talking about ... In general, when she was pregnant, she made good money, but even when Hiro was born, he still helped her sometimes to work. Some individuals loved to fuck mommy when she was breastfeeding her offspring at this moment ... -

Jack raised his hand - Okay, that's enough, I don't want to know anymore. -

Lola chuckled - You are so innocent. -

"Does his mother still work in this brothel?" -

- She is dead. - she answered calmly, inhaling

Did Jack furrow his eyebrows - How? And in general, how does he survive alone then? Even in a normal world, alone, such a person cannot survive, what can we say about Ruanapur. Does he have someone to take care of him? Relatives? -

Lola looked at him in surprise - Whoa, whoa, how many questions, slower. Let's start with the fact that she was killed by a client during "work". -

- This happens? -

- Yes, most often it goes to girls who sell themselves on the streets, they have almost no protection, but some individuals are not afraid of reprisals from the brothel. - she threw out her butt and took out a new cigarette - For the most part, such establishments do not care about our lives, however, killing a whore in a brothel, you first of all challenge those who cover this establishment, that is, you spit in their face and say that their reputation and you can wipe your ass with your name. The asshole who killed Nari was just finished and therefore was not afraid of anything. I would say that a large share of the blame for her death lies with her. -

- Was that her name Nari? I see ... And what else does it mean, there is fault on it? She was just a victim, no one had the right to kill her. -

Lola slowly examined the big man in front of her with an understanding and mocking look - the asshole who came to the brothel and hired her looked very inadequate and doubtful, but he paid solid money. He wanted hard sex, choking, whipping, and spanking and Nari agreed to this, simply because she urgently needed money. As a result, he strangled her during intercourse and that's it. It was an unjustified risk on her part. Naturally, this asshole was already spanked at the exit, but what's the point? Nari did not return it. We all reap, in the main, the fruits of our choices, our actions, and inaction. It is rare when a person cannot influence the situation in any way. Simple logic. Those who blame everyone around them except themselves are simply weak in mind and spirit because they do not want to be responsible for their choices and actions. -

The little woman looked at Jack with a firm, convinced gaze that was very difficult to argue with. Therefore, he averted his gaze and closed his eyes, sighed, replied - Yes, I understand that I understand ... But no one had the right to kill her. Yes, and she is still a victim ... -

Lola nodded - Yes, it is, but the world is still a huge hole where human life has a price of one, the cheapest, cartridge. So if you want to live well and for a long time, then it is better to use logic, not your heart. -

Jack rolled his eyes and waved his hand - Okay, I already know all this, like no one else, I'm asking you about Hiro's mother, and not asking to teach me about life. By the way, was Nari on a needle? Why did she need money urgently? -

"She tried to cure Hiro. - Lola shrugged her shoulders - I repeat, she doted on him and even though she had problems with alcohol before, she gave up for him. -

Jack's face showed skepticism - Listen, you describe to me some mother heroine, usually, this does not happen. Only in fairy tales and movies. -

- I say it as it is. -

Jack rubbed his forehead - Okay, forgot how he survives? Is someone looking after him? -

- Yes and no. The woman shrugged.

- I.e? -

- Well, he has no relatives left, and he doesn't seem to have any friends either. Who will be friends with a child in a man's body? On the other hand, the locals sometimes help him with food and sometimes give him uncomplicated part-time jobs like "bring it in, bring it in." This is how he survives. Hiro is a lucky guy, even normal people can rarely live that long in Ruanapur. -

- I see. - Jack exhaled and shook his head, turned towards the brothel - I'll be at my place. By the way, who will bring me some of the proceeds? -

Lola smiled - Usually Beatrice and I take turns collecting this percentage from the girls and bringing it to the manager. -

- Is it your turn today? - Jack asked with hidden hope. He didn't want to see that Amazon one more time.

Lola chuckled - No, it's her turn today. -

- "Heck." - mentally the guy swore - Good. -

With disappointing thoughts, Jack returned to his office.