The Gentlemen's League calling made the northern part of the city extremely crowded tonight.
Because there were many gentlemen who came over, the problem of not having enough perpetrators to go around was magnified and caused some conflicts.
In the southwestern corner of the slums in the northern part of the city, a perverted-looking skinny half-orc cowered in a corner, looking fearfully at the gang of gentlemen of various races in front of him.
Even though there were more than 10 gentlemen, they had yet to do anything to the half-orc yet. Instead, they were squabbling among themselves.
"Bro, I saw this petty thief first. He should go to me," said a tall and large knight.
"No, no, everyone has eyes. How can you say that you're the one who saw him first? If I hadn't shouted out loud, he might have already touched that little girl," a fit demon said while shaking his head.
