Before the Keeper brothel showed any hostility toward Carl, her husband quickly reacted and raised his hand, signaling for everyone to stop — preventing any unwanted conflict.
"I-I'm fine…"
Weber leaned himself against the edge of the table and, with the help of his wife and daughter, managed to sit up. He lifted his tired eyes toward Carl.
At that moment, Carl finally let out a sigh of relief and lowered his guard. Lucky for him — if Weber had really died, it would've been hard to deal with all the hookers surrounding him.
Carl scratched his head a few times and muttered,
"Don't scare me like that."
Weber rubbed his forehead to calm himself before replying slowly,
"I… I saw it… somewhere inside the temple."
Carl and the brothel keeper exchanged curious looks, waiting for Weber to explain further.
Weber clenched his teeth, struggling to dig through the blurry fragments of his memory. After a long effort, he finally spoke,
