Sign of the Zodiac: Cancer
Mad Tonic with Rosemary

After finishing getting ready, Damian finally set off on his carriage. The driver who rejected him yesterday fired him without being given a severance. Now he has a new coachman who is younger. He chose the child himself because it was easy to be threatened and always obeyed the wishes of his master. Damian is very strict in managing the people he works with.

Damian drove towards the residence mansion of Viscountess Gausse. He had to correct his mistake last night that couldn't come because of the Deimheim attack incident. The Viscountess welcomed Damian with a sumringah, as if she had been waiting for the young man for a long time.

“Lord Castor, I've been waiting for you since last night,” welcome the Viscountess after meeting Damian in the living room of his residence.

Two cups of warm steaming accompanied their conversation, following a variety of cakes and snacks beautifully arranged. All the servants were sent out of the spacious room. Now Damian just sat together facing each other with the newly widowed woman.

“I'm sorry, Lady Gausse. Last night I had an incident when I wanted data here. Therefore I can not tell you in advance,” replied Damian looking calm.

Viscountess looked shocked. “Oh, jeez. Night travel is dangerous, Lord. I was really worried when you proposed to visit me that night. But I am grateful because you seem to be fine now,” he said full of anxiety.

“Yeah, I'm lucky. Thanks to this incident, I became more cautious. Sorry for making you anxious.”

“It's only natural that I worry about you. Lord Damian has saved me at the trial. Now I can sleep peacefully after my ex-husband leaves this house,” said the Viscountess seriously.

“Tabardly your ex-husband returned to the Baron family territory at the border.”

“True. After serving that sentence, he might dare to show his face in the capital. Being naked is so embarrassing. I myself am sick of seeing it, although when watching the man's laughable face also makes me satisfied,” the Viscountess's timpan was full of emotions.

“Thank God everything can be finished as you expect. Even the slightest mistake must be punished. I hope you will get a better replacement, Viscoutess Gausse,” Damian said as he sipped his teacup.

The Viscountess' expression turned seductive. With a flirtatious smile the Viscountess glanced at Damian, a handsome young man who was five four years younger than her. “You can call me more casually, Lord. However, we have been quite familiar since working on this case, and now I am also not married. Therefore, I hope we can get closer,” the woman said in a provoking soft voice.

Damian put down his teacup, then smiled knotfully. The young man got up from his seat, then approached the Viscountess.

“Then, what from now on can I call you Elleanore?” he said as he bowed to the widow of the young and beautiful Viscountess.

“Of course, Damian,” said the Viscountess as she poked her hands against Damian's neck. The two began kissing.

After his encounter with the voluptuous Viscountess, Damian drives back to one of the secret guilds where he searches for the most difficult information to obtain as well as picking up some cases that he can work on next. The guild was in a slum alley at the end of the market.

In order not to attract attention, Damian asks to be dropped off at the square and sneaks in without anyone realizing. Once in a quiet place, Damian then wore a black robe to cover his entire body. The young man then walked through the slums at the end of the Ponza market.

Damian enters a shabby bar along the alley. The bar was filled with people who spoke harshly. They shouted and laughed at each other, causing the atmosphere to become boisterous. A strong smell of alcohol wafted in the air. Damian darted straight into the bar table.

“Sevelas Mad Tonic with Rosemary.” It was a cipher to meet the guild leader.

The friendly expression of the bar guard briefly turned serious. But the mustachioed man smiled back at the business and walked out from behind his bar table.

“Please follow me, Sir,” said the man as he guided Damian to a door behind the bar.

Damian followed without hesitation. This was not the first time he had come here and performed the procedure.After the old wooden door, the barkeeper brought Damian into a long, dimly lit hallway. On the left right of the hall lined several other doors leading to the food warehouses. They finally reached the end of the hall. The barkeeper knocked on the door at the end of the corridor three times.

“Log.” A voice sounded from inside the room.

The guard opened the door carefully. “Lord Castor looking for you,” the man said telling.

The sound of the chair shifting. The owner of the room stood up from his place of work. “Please him in,” says the man in the room.

The guard took a step back and opened the door wider. He lets Damian into a small wooden room containing a work desk and a set of simple wooden chairs.

“Damians. What brings you here? I heard the Gausse family case is over. Do you want to take on a new case? But usually you tell us to come to Castor's residence,” welcome a long-haired young man tied to the back of the head. The young man looked cheerful and wore simple cotton clothes that did not attract attention.

“I just want to go for a walk, Derrick,” Damian said then sat on a chair and took off his cape. “Do you really have no intention of moving the location of your bar? This area is very hot and hot. I had to wear a disguise to get in here. It's a shame for a nobleman to roam the slums,” he continued grumbling.

Derrick who was already sitting back behind his desk laughed short. “That's exactly the goal. These Guilds did not only belong to upper-class people. You yourself know that much more information is obtained from seedy drinking places like this.” said the black-haired young man.

Damian sighed as he loosened the buttons of his clothes in a sultry manner. Inevitably he also agreed with the logic conveyed by Derrick. While Damian is angry, Derrick takes some parchment for him to give to his guests.

“So I thought you were here for a new case. I've prepared some that are suitable for you. This ...” Derrick's movement came to a halt while observing Damian's slightly exposed neck and chest. The young man then grinned thinly while looking at Damian meaningfully.

“You received an attractive payment, Damian Castor,” Derrick's tease with a thin grin.

Damian glanced at his slightly open chest and found some traces of***** that were seen peering at his neck and chest. The young man snorted lightly without answering anything.

“So how does it feel to fuck a noble widow?” derrick continues to tease Damian.