When Phield found Kaor, the man was hiding behind a mud wall, peeking into a room together with two free folk.
Inside came the sounds of a man and a woman.
"Yes, yes—just like that!"
"I swear to the Goddess, you're so strong."
"So good! So good!"
"Ah! Ah! Ah!"
The two inside were locked in a wild, entangled battle of passion.
"Goddess above, do not let me fall into the chaotic hell," Kaor muttered, eyes wide as he traced a prayer over his chest.
"Good heavens… is that really something skinny Tom can do?" the free folk whispered to each other. "Tom is known for his extremely brief bedtime activities.How could he torment a widow like that? Just look at her—it's unbearable to watch."
"Of course he can. He took the potion Lord Phield developed, called Vigor Elixir." Kaor averted his gaze, silently noting the time. "Duration: one hour. Stable and effective. Side effect: temporary weakness."
Five sets of data had already been recorded in the book.
