City of Desire [Kingdom Building]

Chapter 552: Veseraona Law I

Veseraona Law

"Look at that carriage. It's from the station," said Larmi as the beautiful carriage stopped beside the gate.

I turned, and surprise couldn't help but appear on my face.

The carriages are magnificent, almost like the ones used by the influential people of the city.

Carriages like these never come to the darkest part of the red-light district, especially one belonging to the station of Archimage City.

"This didn't look like a healer's carriage," said Bulak.

The only fine carriages that came here were from the healers.

A few times a year, the city and station sent healers here to cleanse diseases we might have spread.

Even their carriages seemed plain in front of this one.

This one was guarded from all sides by powerful-looking bodyguards, who appeared braced for danger, their vigilant eyes scanning every angle, ready to defend against any threat that might strike from any direction.

"Look at the guards—there are three groups. One is from the city, another is from the station, and the third group is unfamiliar."

"Whoever it is, they must be pretty important for the city and station to send the guards for their security," said Arom, observant as ever.

Soon, the door opened, and people began to step out. Among them were women—strikingly beautiful women. The sight caught me off guard, their presence unexpected and almost surreal.

Women never come here. The only women that came here other than the whores are the healers, and they are never as pretty as these women.

One of the women came out supporting a young human man. Who sat in a wheelchair, with guards surrounding him from all sides.

"That's Hekar Hardhelm; he is from the station," said Bolar, pointing at a dwarf wearing a beautiful mage robe.

I recognize him, too. He sometimes comes with the healers.

The beautiful teen girl pushed the wheelchair. The young man in it is handsome. He would have been more attractive if he had hair on his head.

His eyes moved as he looked around. They never stopped in one place for more than a second.

I was watching him when I saw Gnorth running toward the group with his two lackeys behind.

I had never seen him run like this with his flesh jiggling.

"I didn't think the fatso could run," a girl muttered under her breath.

"Quiet!" I snapped, my voice low and urgent. "There will be a terrible price if he hears you." My warning hung in the air, heavy with the weight of real fear.

The girls shuddered and quieted down.

Nobody wants to make Gnorth mad. When he is mad, bad things happen. He isn't a man who can control himself when he is angry.

The guards stopped him before letting him close.

He directly walked toward the young man in the wheelchair and bowed with a fawning smile before saying something I couldn't hear.

The young man turned and looked around before his eyes locked on me.

I thought he would look away, but he didn't. He kept looking before uttering something.

A moment later, I saw the guard coming toward me.

"Aunty, he is coming toward us," said Kansa with worry.

The guards are never a good thing. They are the worst of the worst people. However, this time, he didn't seem to come toward me to satiate his deviant urges.

He stopped beside me.

"Come," he said, looking at me. Like I am the filthiest thing in the world.

I am used to such gazes. Nearly all the people looked at us with the same gazes, but it didn't stop them from using us to satisfy their deviant urges.

I hesitated momentarily but followed. Seeing that saying no to guards wasn't an option.

Soon, I reached the group.

'Be respectful, he is ve,' a familiar voice of Gnorth rang in my mind, but suddenly, it cut off. I looked at him and saw a surprise in his eye.

The guard took me to a young human man before bowing and retreating.

I looked at the young man and expected to see the usual disgust, but there was a smile on his face and a hint of respect in his eyes.

Which felt shocking.

"I am Remus Silver. What is your name, miss?" he asked in an accented voice, bringing me out of my thoughts.

His tone surprised me so much that I couldn't respond for a moment.

"Veseraona Law," I replied. "Sir," I added, remembering Gnorth had asked me to respectfully before his voice cut off.

His name felt familiar. I think I have heard it before, but I can't place where.

"It is my first time in an open brothel, and I have a few questions. I hope you can answer them," he asked in an accented, gentle voice.

"O..., yes, sir," I replied. I stopped myself from saying 'ok' as I didn't feel it was respectful enough.

He smiled, and the teen girl pushed his wheelchair forward. I followed after hesitation.

"Miss Law, how long have you been in this business?" he asked as we walked. "Four decades, sir," I replied, despite feeling the question surprising.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

People don't ask such questions or call me miss.

"And here?" He asked. "Just as long," I replied.

Most of them are like me here. They didn't send common whores to the open brothel. A very few like them are here; most of them are like me, the conquered.

He didn't ask another question immediately. Giving me a chance to look at him.

He isn't bald, as I thought. Hair and eyebrows are coming out of his head.

There was a pinkness to his flesh, like burned skin healing, but his whole body was like that.

I pushed those thoughts and brought out a faint power of my skills.

It is disrespectful, but I am very curious about him, and this young man won't be able to sense it.

He might be at Lv. 10. Lv. Fifteen at most, and I am very good at using my class.

Even Gnorth couldn't sense it when I used my class despite his higher level, as his class is a natural suppressor of mine.

A sliver of my class's power touched ever so gently that it was nearly impossible to sense.

I had just thought when I stopped with my eyes wide and tremors running through the core of my soul.

The young man's class was powerful.

It was more powerful than I had ever sensed in anyone, but that was not what astounded me. What staggered me was the vastness enveloping it. It felt as vast as the sky, with me as an ant under it.

I didn't feel any animosity towards it. Instead, I felt warmth, like home.

"It's rude to snoop into others' class, Miss Law," he said with a smile.

There is no anger, unlike many other people looking at me.

"Who are you?" I asked instead of apologizing. The question came out before I could stop myself.

"I told you, I am Remus Silver," he replied as if it explained everything.

He didn't stop and moved forward. I followed, catching Gnorth's glaring eyes, which made me shudder in fear.

"Please forgive me for my rudeness, sir," I apologized. "You are forgiven," he replied with a smile.

I released my breath. That I didn't even realize I was holding.

Gnorth looks mad. There will be consequences for this. I am scared, but I push it away and look at the young man, who is looking around inquisitively.

"Aside from hitting, whipping, canning. What sort of other plays happen here?" he asked.

"Many," I replied, but he kept looking as if he wanted a detailed explanation.

 "Choking, drowning, hanging," I added. Naming the three that killed the girls here the most.

I have seen many girls die by them, including my sister, with the man killing her and walking away without the slightest punishment.

All they do is pay the negotiated price.

This is the only value the girls have here, unlike other whores outside of this place. We are not people, only prizes that tribes conquered and sold here.

"A lot of times, they turn fatal, I assume?" he asked, his eyes turning serious.

I didn't even utter the word. I simply nodded.

"The girls who work here must get different classes from those who work outside?" I asked.

"Yes," I replied.

My class had changed within a month of coming here. I am glad it did because those skills saved my life more times than I could count.

Though, they couldn't save my sister.

"Are all the women that work here conquered and sold here by the tribes?" he asked and looked at the woman with a staff.

The staff lit up, and I felt something invisible.

"I cast Privacy," informed the beautiful mage.

It relieved me. Answering this question could really cause me trouble not only with Gnorth but also with the city.

"Most, but some girls are from brothels outside, and some are criminals. They are sold here by the jailer," I replied.

He continued to ask questions, all of which were surprising; many of them had never been asked to me by anyone.

I answered them and was grateful for the privacy they activated. Those were questions that could cause me great trouble.

Soon, we reached the end of the open brothel.

"Thank you for satiating my curiosity, Miss Law," he thanked. I don't know how to reply to that.

So, I just nodded and looked at Gnorth, hoping he wouldn't be too angry. Unfortunately, he was; I could see it in his eyes despite his smile.

"I want her. What's her contract price?" he asked, to my shock.

Gnorth looked surprised. So are the people beside him, but not the women.

"The city has jurisdiction on all the contracts here, Lord Silver. The city willing to give her to you free," said the orc man from the city, cutting Gnorth off.

'Lord!'

Saying, I am shocked. That would be an understatement. I have seen his class's power, but it didn't feel like the other lords.

It had the flavor of the business.

"Thank you, Mr. Ushnar, but I am planning to get a few more contracts and will pay market price for their contract," replied the young man.

"As you wish, my lord," replied the man from the city.

The young man smiled and turned to the two strikingly beautiful women beside him.

"What are the requirements?" asked the older one before the man could say anything.

"Not on levels or age, but selected those who experienced all the plays," he replied, and the woman simply nodded.

A moment later, the young girl pushed the man toward the carriage, which had already arrived. Leaving only the two women and a few guards behind.

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