Chapter 57: Storm Tower

“Welcome to the velvet garden, ladies,” I said as the sixteen women came out of the carriages.

Remus had brought a contract of twenty-one women, but only sixteen had stayed, while five had chosen freedom.

It is the greatest mistake that the women who have left have made.

Here, they could have earned beyond their imagination; for freedom, they would have gotten it in five years, with enough money to live the rest of their lives with relative luxury.

I turned to the women line in front of me, of which eleven would work after their training while five would only learn.

The five girls are young, and even the oldest of them would require one and a half years to join the business.

A huge time to learn that I couldn’t feel faintly jealous of the opportunity they would have.

“Follow me, and if possible, don’t make any sounds. If you have any questions, speak slowly,” I said to them and walked toward the door.

Soon she reached it and nodded at Benton and Nena guarding the door before leading the girls inside.

“The velvet garden is different from the other brothels; here, we do not sell just sex, but desires, and for it, you all need to lea….” I suddenly stopped when I noticed a heraldan woman stopping at the doorway, with shock on her face.

“Miss Caena, are you fine?” I asked the plain-looking woman.

The woman did not seem to have heard me, and I opened my mouth to ask her again when her expression turned normal.

“I am fine, just surprised how different it is from the other brothels,” she said and joined the group quickly.

Carla did not believe it completely, but she could not ask her either. So, she will keep an eye on her, as nothing should jeopardize what she and others have.

They have finally got something meaningful people in their wretched lives, and I will not lose it.

“As I was saying, the velvet garden is different from others….”

‘Legacy’ is definitely the beginning of the legacy consolidation I am sensing.

Saying I was shocked would be an understatement; she had not expected this from her new brothel, one that is barely two months old.

Something drastic had happened for it to begin.

She could clearly feel how every brick of it was absorbing emotion and desires. She had never felt such dense emotions and desires from any brothel or thing she had ever been to and never expected she would come across it.

Such things are extremely rare; she had only heard about them.

I could see the signature of the kind in it, but her kind did not start the process; it is all owners and women of this place whose spirit lit up the spark and began the process.

If her kind could create something like this, then they wouldn’t be the outcasts. Their class would have been the strongest in the world.

Though it is without a doubt that her kind had helped, and this wouldn’t have happened without that initial push.

One cannot get a legacy by trying it, they just happen with some luck and favor, but the most important factor is still the person—the owner of this place, whose thoughts and work made it happen work.

She did not expect a low merchant could create it, as usually those who have the legacies are at level 30 or level 40 above.

It is likely because the process had begun much earlier, and by the time legacy was created, they are a high level. The people who spark the legacy are no ordinary people; they always reach high levels.

The process had just begun, and the place was only absorbing about 1% of the emotions and desires emanating from the people, but with passing time, it would increase till emotions and desire drenched every particle of it.

When that happens, the legacy will be formed.

I don’t think he had even noticed what was happening to his place; such things are very hard to sense, and she had only sensed it because of her class.

She is shocked by what she has found; more than that, she is ecstatic.

This is a source of her power. If she could harness the emotions and desires it is absorbing, then she would be able to achieve the feats above her level and not mention the levels she would gain through it.

The only regret is that she could not touch this power, not without permission, she tried it, but as the elders had said, without the formal permission of the owner, she wouldn’t be able to touch it.

Still, it did not dim her spirit; after decades of darkness, hope had finally lit up in her heart.

They would pay for what they have done to her people.

She had to be careful, she would watch and listen before making her move, and no mistake would be allowed.

Now, she can’t wait for him to return.

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[Souteneur Merchant Lv. 9]

I stopped midway, adjusting my suit in front of the mirror as the text appeared. It surprised me so much that I froze for a few seconds.

I did not think I would level up in my base class here; something must happen in the establishment.

The only thing that happened was the girls reached the Greltheaven; I had received Carla’s message an hour ago.

The girls had reached the establishment, and she had given them the tour and forms to fill out.

She will have the data sorted, and when I go back, I will assign them the teachers; I might even need to bring a few. I can afford it; I still have ten million for the forty million and also the ten million I had brought from Greltheaven for shopping.

These twenty million will go back to add a few more things to the establishment.

I have already written to Valentina and will have a meeting with her the day I return to Greltheaven, which would be two and a half days later, as we are leaving tomorrow morning.

As for the attribute point I got with this level-up, I added it to the vitality; the undead attack has told me I need to invest some good points in strength and vitality.

The moment I added the attribute points to vitality, I felt warm all over my body, and a moan couldn’t help but escape from my mouth.

The feeling had only lasted for a few seconds before it disappeared, but the change it had brought in a matter of seconds is noticeable.

I checked for a few more seconds before turning to the mirror and adjusting my suit till it was perfect.

It is simply black and white, with impeccable cuts, and sewed with venas spider threads. That is a magical material.

It had cost me a lot, but when I looked at myself in the mirror, I saw money well spent.

Seeing everything was perfect, I walked out, only to see Roth coming toward me. “Master Silver, Master Gerald, and Madam Selina had arrived,” he informed.

“Thank you, Roth,” I said and walked toward the elevator with him.

Today is my last day in the Namdar and also the day of the ball that the warden is throwing at her tower.

It is a rare opportunity; I couldn’t help but be excited about it.

One could not easily be invited into the tower, much less see her; she usually stays in the tower, and people do not see her in public for months or even a year.

Most of the things are handled by her children and officials.

Soon, I reached the ground floor and found Gerald and Selina sitting there; both of them looked good. Especially Selina: with that shimmering purple dress, she looked even more beautiful than she usually looked.

“Wow, you looked really handsome in this suit; if I had not been married to your cousin, I would definitely hit on you,” she said, stumping me on my spot.

“Don’t joke, Selina; you will give a poor guy a heart attack,” said Gerald looking at my stumped face.

“Sorry,” she said, putting her hands in the air.

“Let’s go; we don’t want to be late to the party,” I said, and the three of us walked out of the mansion.

I was stumped by the words, but vivid images appeared in my mind by those words. Those are bad thoughts, and I shouldn’t be thinking about those thoughts, especially about relatives.

It seemed like sexual frustration was getting into my head, and I needed to do something about it.

Soon, we reached the carriage; it was black, with small flags of house silver attached to it, on both sides.

Its carriage is great, one of best I had ever sat in; nearly it is enchanted, and I could not feel even the slightest bump. It feels more like I am flying rather than riding; that’s how good this carriage is.

“The coming years will be challenging with Vris’alud’s ambition,” said Gerald, and it immediately made my expression serious.

“Everything will depend on succession; the smoother it goes, the greater it will be for the empire,” replied Selina.

The Mayhurst island is as close to the Namdar as it is close to Zenid; once the emperor is dead, it will definitely move its slimy claws toward the island, as the attacking continent is a lot more complicated.

It is under the aegis of archmage; the lich will think hundred times before attacking any part of the continent with the purpose of conquering. The Namdar is different; it is an island, despite it being technically part of Zenid.

Before, there was hope that it would keep its slimy claws to Mayhurst, but this attack showed otherwise.

“I hope the island resists it,” I said.

The Lich king had launched a war on the whole island and had already swallowed one Kingdom and a second Kingdom by half. The others are resisting, especially the orcs, and I think the empire should provide them with more resources than it is already providing.

“Have you heard what Emperor had planned to do about this attack?” I asked. “Other than him saying the insult will be paid three-fold, there was no other response,” he replied.

“I feared he might just make a token gesture and let it go,” said Selina worriedly, and she had the right to be worried.

Namdar is their home; if lich kind conquers the whole of Mayhurst island, then one of the first places he would look to conquer would be Namdar.

Namdar is strong, but Vris’alud is stronger, and every day, its army is getting stronger as it got more and more bodies.

Necromances and Liches love the war as they gain bodies in it. While they lose bodies, they gain even stronger back, as war makes them and their enemies level up, and then they kill those enemies, getting hands on their strong bodies.

Vris’alud had swallowed Brarod, captured their general, and turned him into undead, and now that undead general was fighting the war against Dekas.

“We shouldn’t think about these things and make ourselves worried further, especially not today,” said Gerald.

“Today is the day of joy, and we should enjoy it; we will worry about the nasty things tomorrow,” he added a moment later.

It put a smile on both of our faces, and we changed to lighter topics; before we knew it, we reached the storm tower, and the carriage stopped.

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