Grace Clark's family may have fallen from grace, but a fallen noble is still a noble. Grace Clark himself was handsome, dressed impeccably, and carried an air of nobility. As soon as he stepped through the main entrance, the madam led a group of girls to greet him.

"Young master, please come inside!"

"Young master, what kind of girls do you like? Tall, short, plump, thin—I have them all!"

"Young master, do you think I might suit your taste..."

...

Grace Clark took a step back, dodging the advances of two brothel girls.

It was Grace Clark's first time in such a place in both his lives. First, he felt a sense of resistance, and second, with his previous life's circumstances, he was never short of women around him.

This time, he came to the brothel for serious business.

Looking at the madam, Grace Clark got straight to the point: "I heard you have a girl here who understands the language of beasts?"

The madam was taken aback for a moment, then smiled and said, "Young master, you must mean Hazel. She happens to be free right now. Shall I take you to her?"

Hazel was indeed one of their girls, but whether she truly understood the language of beasts, the madam didn't know. Anyway, that's what Hazel claimed, and some curious customers did like to choose her. The madam just assumed it was a little trick she used to attract clients.

Grace Clark followed the madam to a room on the second floor. The madam pushed open the door, led Grace Clark inside, and said to a young woman standing by the window, "Hazel, this distinguished guest has asked for you by name. You must do your best to serve him well..."

Hanging by the window was a birdcage. The woman wore a green dress and was teasing the bird inside the cage. Hearing the voices, she turned around and, seeing the madam bring in a handsome and refined young man, her eyes lit up.

Most men who came to the brothel for pleasure were old and ugly. A young, handsome, and refined guest like this was a rare sight—perhaps only once a year.

Serving such a guest was a pleasure for her as well. Even if he didn't pay, she would still be willing.

She smiled sweetly and said softly, "Don't worry, madam. I will make sure this young master is satisfied."

The madam chuckled and said, "Well, you two enjoy yourselves. I'll leave you alone."

With that, she left the room, closing the door behind her.

The green-dressed woman named Hazel smiled at Grace Clark again and said, "Why don't I play a tune on the zither for you first, young master?"

Grace Clark waved his hand and said, "No need."

Hazel was a bit taken aback. Was this young master really so impatient? She had prepared quite a bit of foreplay...

Grace Clark got straight to the point: "I heard you can understand the language of beasts?"

Hazel was stunned again, then nodded and said, "It's just a useless little trick. Is young master interested in such things?"

Among her usual clients, there were quite a few who came out of curiosity. She had seen many over the years.

In the birdcage by the window, the thrush was chirping away. Grace Clark pointed at the bird and asked, "What is it saying?"

Hazel smiled and said, "It's praising you for being handsome, young master."

Grace Clark curled his lips and said, "A bird's taste can't be the same as a human's. Miss Hazel, don't try to fool me."

Hazel looked at Grace Clark helplessly and said, "That's really what it said. If you don't believe me, there's nothing I can do."

Grace Clark didn't pursue the topic further. Whether she was lying or not, he would know with a touch.

Grace Clark walked over to the table and sat down. Hazel walked over slowly, picked up the teapot, and poured him a cup of tea. Suddenly, Grace Clark reached out and grabbed her hand.

She was secretly delighted—this young master really was impatient...

At the same time, Grace Clark was also pleased. The moment he held her hand, that power within him reacted again!

This woman really was a practitioner of a special art!

At this moment, Hazel twisted her body, pretending to be shy, and said, "Young master, don't be so hasty..."

Grace Clark didn't let go of her hand. He pointed to the stool beside him, signaling her to sit down.

Hazel originally wanted to take the opportunity to sit on the young master's lap, but he didn't seem to have that intention, so she had to sit on the stool next to him, feeling a bit disappointed.

Grace Clark continued to hold her hand, letting that power flow into her body. Smiling at her, he asked, "Miss Hazel, where is your family from?"

Hazel hadn't expected this young master to start making small talk. Though surprised, she smiled and replied, "My family is from Jiangning Prefecture."

Grace Clark asked, "Jiangning Prefecture is quite far from the capital. How did you end up here?"

The question seemed to stir up memories. After a moment of silence, Hazel said, "My family couldn't afford to raise me when I was young, so my parents sold me. After many twists and turns, I ended up here..."

...

Outside the brothel.

David Harris squatted on the steps, waiting for the young master to come out. He was a bit surprised—almost a quarter of an hour had passed, and the young master still hadn't come out. It was nothing like he said, "just a moment."

Bored, he leaned against the wall, hands behind his head, and took a nap.

Suddenly, a fragrant breeze swept by. David Harris opened his eyes to see a woman in white standing before him, looking down at him from above.