At night, in the old city area of Fudo, the city of money.

  Marmol, a barmaid, got off work and walked out of the Golden Goose Tavern.

  It had been sleeting all day long, making the entire Fudo look like a woman who had just made love, damp and exhausted.

  By now, it was already late at night. It was pitch black, and not a single glimmer of starlight could be seen.

  There were only countless raindrops falling from the sky, hitting people painfully.

  The hustle and bustle of Feidu, the city that never sleeps, which was shrouded in a world of debauchery and luxury, had gradually faded and become hazy.

  Marmol crossed the Green Agate Square and stopped at a street corner.

  By the dim light of the magic crystal street lamp, she looked at the newly bought dress with a pang of heartache.

  There were already several spots of mud on the beautiful, layered skirt.

  "This damn weather," Marmol complained, carefully trying to wipe the mud spots off the dress with her fingers.

  The yellowish-brown dirt was spreading larger and larger, causing her eyebrows to furrow deeper and deeper.

  For a barmaid who also worked part-time in the flesh trade, this new dress was her secret weapon that made her quite popular.

  Everyone in the old city area knew that Marmol was the most famous signature girl in the Golden Goose Tavern.

  Whenever she performed a hot and sexy dance at the bar table, the excited howls of the men could almost lift the roof of the tavern.

  Then some generous drinker would say a few words to the boss and secretly slip a few silver coins to him.

  In return, he would buy the right to spend some happy time alone with her in the small room on the second floor of the tavern.

  It was usually half an hour, and sometimes it might be a bit longer, and Marmol's wallet would be filled with more jingling coins.

  Every time before going to bed, Marmol would count her earnings for the day and happily plan for the future.

  If she worked for a few more years, she could buy a two-story cottage with a yard on the outskirts of Feidu, or go to a city farther away and marry an honest man.

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  That's why the cleaning cost for this high-quality dress that couldn't be starched and washed would postpone her dream for several more days.

  Because of this, when she saw a man approaching her, Marmol decided to do one more business deal.

  The faint light made it impossible for Marmol to see the man's face clearly.

  However, the man's long leather boots that made a loud noise on the road, the slender walking stick in his hand, and the carriage parked behind him all indicated that this man was a wealthy person who could afford her.

  If the man was a noble, then she might even have the chance to go to that incredibly expensive high-class hotel on the Jewel Avenue again.

  Marmol had only been there once, and that was more than half a year ago. An old nobleman had spent a whole gold coin to buy her for an entire night.

  Of course, a nobleman wouldn't go to the small room on the second floor of the Golden Goose Tavern, so she was taken to the imperial palace!!

  To Marmol, the luxurious decoration of that high-class hotel was no different from the imperial palace she had imagined.

  Although the old guy's flaccid thing made Marmol work hard with her tongue all night long to make him extremely satisfied, the price was that her cheeks were sore and numb, and she had to rest for two whole days.

  However, Marmol still especially missed the big bed in the high-class hotel covered with soft feather cushions and the feeling of rolling around on it.

  She licked her plump and sexy lips, leaned against the street lamp post with her body, gently twirled the umbrella handle, and tried her best to expose her slender and fit legs from under the dress.

  This was an alluring pose.

  Take a look. Her upright breasts proudly outlined a plump curve under her clothes.

  The art of seducing men had always been her special skill.

  However, soon, Marmol regretted her greed.

  The man rushed towards her, raised the other hand that had been hidden behind his back, and a sharp dagger glinted with a blinding cold light under the lamp.

  The charming and hazy eyes of Marmol instantly turned into a look of terror and despair!

  The unbearable pain tore all her thoughts and senses to pieces.

  Soon, she fell into darkness and knew nothing anymore.

  ......

  Knight Lyme of the patrol team received a report early in the morning.

  A grayish-white mist enveloped the Green Agate Square, making this somewhat aged and old square look even more haggard.

  A team of patrolling cavalry had already cordoned off the area.

  From time to time, early-rising citizens would curiously come over to find out what had happened, but they were immediately rebuked and driven away by the soldiers.

  Lyme slowly lifted the black cloth covering the corpse. A headless body lay in front of him, that of a young girl with a really good figure.

  Because of the cold weather, the blood hadn't completely coagulated yet, and a sticky circle of red stained the wet ground.

  "Find out her identity as soon as possible," Lyme ordered his subordinates.

  He paused for a moment, glanced at that dissolute and sexy dress, and added, "Go and ask in the taverns or on the Street of the Courtesans to see who's missing."

  Weighing the money bag found on the headless female corpse in his hand and listening to the clear sound of silver and copper coins clashing, Lyme cursed in a low voice.

  That guy had appeared again.

  Every time, the valuables carried by the victims were not missing.

  Every time, the victims' corpses were missing some limbs or internal organs.

  Every time, the incisions on the victims' corpses were neat and not messy at all.

  The Midnight Butcher, that was the name given to that guy within the patrol team.