with a partner, they dragged him out of the house, otherwise everything was quiet and smooth. This went on until eight in the evening.

Another customer left and Yellow cleared the female vagina with familiar movements. According to him, if he did not do this after each client, then under the punished there would already be a puddle of sperm - she served so many visitors, and this despite the fact that some people used it to another hole. Unusual noise and the sound of metal shoes filled the building.

- In the name of the king, you are arrested! Throw weapons and hands to the wall!

Yellow turned around. A heavily armed guard blocked the entrance. The silver armor shed light, shimmering with all the colors of the rainbow. It was one of the most expensive sets of royal magical armor. It cost as a salary of a resident of this city for several decades, but even with that kind of money, it was simply impossible to buy it. It needed a very high reputation with the kingdom and a very low one - with its enemies, in addition, it was necessary to perform a special task, just to agree to put up this armor for sale. The guards were sometimes given this armor for a time, for example, when it was necessary to conduct a parade, detention or a serious battle was inevitable for the fate of the city.

Mirna had a small mace in her hands, no more a hammer. Swinging with all his might, he hit the representative of the law on the helmet. The guard who did not expect a lightning-fast attack lost consciousness and, clanking his uniform, fell backwards. Yellow realized that his partner successfully applied the “Powerful strike” ability, which, when applied, increased the strength of a single physical attack in melee. Myrn turned and shouted:

- This is a raid! Run!

- then followed his advice and jumped out of the room, not trying to finish off the enemy. Yellow rushed to the exit, but a sudden thought about the fate of unfortunate women stopped him. Clutching his sword, he spoke the right words and with a wide sweep struck the wall a little higher than the back of one of the punished. He only struck with his sword, but much of the wall fell into small pebbles, as if from an explosion, raising a cloud of dust. This is how the knight’s “Strike Splash” function acted, which, generally speaking, was used against opponents who did not consist of flesh, but solid materials: golems, gargoyles, hard elementals, stone demons and many others. Yellow knew that it could destroy the walls as well, but often it was not worth doing that, because the strength of the weapon suffered greatly from such tricks.

The woman was free from the bondage of the cheap room, but on her feet were still shackles with chains dangling on them.It was impossible to quickly run into them, so the former knight threw the liberated one over his shoulder without any further talk. Turning around, he saw that the guard was already rising from the floor. “A powerful blow” on the head stunned him for just a second, taking no more than one percent of the hit points. Yellow realized that Myrna was just lucky with a punch, and when the guard rose, he would not be lucky. Fighting with a well-equipped opponent 50 levels higher was meaningless, moreover, if it was a raid, he did not come alone.

Applying the "powerful blow", Yellow kicked the opponent with the metal toe of his boot and ran out of the room, dodging the habitual movement of the sword with a sword. Reaching the turn of the corridor, he stopped when he saw the magician in front of him. The magician was probably fiery, because in front of him lay Myrna’s half-burned corpse, and behind him were a few heaps of ash, apparently left from other followers of Umurumura, who were trying to resist. Turning around, the former knight mechanically noted the high quality and unusual colors of the clothes of the magician. It must be not only warriors dressed up for the highest rank. The enemy loudly ordered to stop and stop the resistance, after which he let the green slowing spell into the back of the Yellow, but the magic hit the woman without affecting the one who carried it.

The former knight realized that all the exits were blocked and was looking for a ladder up to jump from the second floor. Running through the winding back streets, he heard the noise of heavy footsteps everywhere and loud demands to throw down weapons, but did not meet any of the attackers. The underground brothel was quite large and had an intricate layout. Yellow did not immediately find a ladder to the top. Climbing up to the second floor, he saw guards in the same royal magical armor as the rest on his right and left. Representatives of the law one after another knocked out the doors to the rooms, interrupting the amorous pleasures of the visitors to the institution and ruthlessly suppressing any resistance.

Yellow jumped into the nearest open door. The naked man and woman lay motionless on the floor next to the luxurious large bed, it seems that something paralyzed them. The window was too small to jump through. The former knight placed his companion on the floor, realizing that the “Strike Splash” had not yet rolled back, but it was necessary to somehow pass through the wall. Having sped up in several steps, he used the “ram kick”, unchecked, breaking through the cheap boards from which the walls were made. Jumping to his feet after falling from the second floor, he looked around to convince his companion to jump after him, despite the fact that it would be very painful without shoes, but she herself understood everything. It fell slowly, as if the air became thick and gravity weakened several times. Before she could land, a familiar magician appeared in a punched hole. Without losing a single second, he applied a spell and a giant bright orange sparkle flew at the fugitives, but Yellow beat it off with an accurate swing of his sword as the tennis player hits the ball during the game. Spark hit the board near the magician. A loud explosion announced the neighborhood, stunning everyone around and almost knocking out the windows in the houses standing nearby. Part of the wall was scattered into pieces, a fire started, the mage was thrown somewhere inside the room, but several more guards rushed down the street to them, exposing their weapons. There was a road every second. Yellow turned around in search of ways to retreat and saw in front of him a flickering magic barrier about two meters high. Such barriers were placed around the places in which criminals hid so that they would not run away while trying to detain them. Despite the not very impressive height and apparent ephemerality, the barrier had several tens of millions of units of strength, it was impossible to climb over it, as well as make a tunnel. The only way out is to fly over it. Yellow unceremoniously grabbed his companion and used the “Leap of Faith”, soaring up several meters into the air in order to jump over the obstacle.

Landing was painful.Yellow fell to the ground, losing his balance, but immediately jumped to his feet and rushed away. The guards shouted something from afar, but the immediate danger was over - they could not quickly remove their own magic barrier. Carrying the woman he rescued in his arms, the former knight ran along the narrow alleys, more and more moving away from the rapidly growing brothel. Due to the high stamina, he ran quickly, despite the load and heavy armor on himself. The passers-by stared in surprise after him, someone silently, someone rompingly whistled, someone scolded the current youth and its depraved morals. Even the local gangsters hiding here and there were so surprised that they did not try to stop the strange couple. Yellow thought that he was probably already looking for the entire city guard, but then he remembered that in the virtual world there were no radios and mobile phones, so there was nothing to fear in the next half hour.

Night streets were not lit. The darkness was pitchy. The former knight chose a not very rich house and kicked out the front door. The elderly owner of the house in his pajamas jumped out in front of them and shouted at the fugitives:

- Who are you? I'll call the guard!

Yellow put his companion on the floor to finally catch his breath. A woman spoke instead. Her eyes flashed green.

- Stop making noise. You're not a human. You are a frog!

- I ... Kwa! Said the old man and fell silent, staring blankly at the uninvited guests.

Yellow closed the door, hoping that the night no one would notice her deplorable state. Finally, he had time to properly consider his companion. She was about thirty years old. The naked body was covered with bruises and scratches - traces of the chase, which, to the surprise of Yellow, quickly disappeared right before my eyes. She must have had a regeneration among the primary characteristics, and maybe it was only the result of high endurance or special class abilities. The whole body was athletic, well-groomed and fit, without excess fat. The chest was small, the face in the frame of long black hair - pretty and easy to remember. Without being ashamed of her nakedness, she turned to her rescuer:

- Are you from ours?

- Yes.

- What about Martha?

Yellow guessed that Martha was another punished in a cheap room.

- She got caught. I could take with me only one of you, I would not drag the two away.

- And you chose me, although it was safer to run alone. It's downright cute. - she answered seriously and carefully looked to Yellow in the eyes. He felt uncomfortable with a piercing feminine look. He hurried to justify himself:

- We are all in the same organization. I had to try to do something.

- Of course I should have. - she smiled - Frog, do you have water? I'm all dirty.

- The frog lives in a swamp. - Thoughtfully answered the owner of the house.

- Where is the swamp?

- On the second floor. Or maybe I'm not a frog? I do not understand. - frowned old man.

- No, you - like a frog. - the eyes of the woman again flashed green.

- Kwa. - the old man answered meekly.

- I'll go wash. - she turned to Yellow - Do not run anywhere. I am Elena.

- Very nice. Leon.

But she was already hiding in another room. Yellow sat on the sofa and only then realized how much he was tired. The decor was simple, but cozy, there were a lot of books around, the names of which mainly consisted of words unknown to the former knight. The old man sat motionless on the floor and, looking ahead with his mindless gaze, frowning occasionally, as if guessing that something was wrong.

Elena returned after half an hour, clean, contented, with wet hair, still without clothes. The shackles disappeared from her legs, she got rid of them in some way. Bruises and scratches were no more. Falling down on the couch next to Yellow, she stretched, complaining about life:

- Damn, I hope, I count today. Even to think sick about how to once again climb into this hole.

- The brothel, most likely, all burned down, so there is no place to climb.

- There are a lot of the same places in other cities.

They were silent for a while, then they discussed the reasons why the authorities decided to crush the establishment.In the kingdom, prostitution was outlawed, but the law was carried out by those to whom simple human weaknesses were not alien. All cereal institutions of the city either belonged directly to the cult of the toothy god, or submitted to his followers, everywhere the guards and other authorities were served free of charge. In response, officials pretended that there were no brothels in the city. Why would someone have to spoil such a good situation for everyone? After some discussion, the couple came to the conclusion that they realized the situation in the capital and sent their people to clean up the nests of debauchery. This could explain too good equipment of the attackers.

It was evident that a woman is concerned not only with this. Finally, gathering her courage, she looked at Yellow and said enviously:

“Leon, my noble knight, will you forgive me if I don’t thank you now?” Today, half of the royalties of this city chuckled me, it would be a little rest.

“I don't demand anything like that.” - flushed paint Leon.

- You're just a darling. - the woman answered and kissed him on the cheek.