Nas Caskheart
"Get inside fast, girls," said Bumi to the women streaming out of the ship into the carriages.
There are eighty-two of them.
All of them were selected in the first round. The final selection would be held at the velvet garden, or rather, the college.
It is the first time they are doing this two-tier interview.
Not that I mind.
I have already been contacted by over ten brothels. Saying they would buy the contract of any girl that Velvet Garden would reject and are willing to provide triple the price.
Velvet Garden is buying their contract at the market price.
We will give them free, but they rejected the offer.
Them being our clients, had helped our business tremendously.
Since the velvet garden has become a legacy, our sales have skyrocketed. They increase with every advancement the legacy made.
So, I want to foster the relationship.
It's such a regret that Velvet Garden has rejected all our proposals.
They have even paid for the travel expenses.
There is also that strict contract. We had signed that with since Velvet Garden became a legacy, with the latest one being the strictest.
One of the strictest provisions is that we can't advertise them being our client openly.
The girls sat in the carriages one by one till all the carriages were filled.
"All counted and verified," informed Bumi with the board in his hand. I could see the check mark on every name on his board.
"Good, let's go then," I replied and sat in the carriage with Bumi.
It is my first time coming to the Greltheaven. Also, to the empire. The empire before wasn't so welcoming to the dwarves or any race other than humans.
I heard a lot about the city and how silver is transforming it.
Its growth is visible, with a lot of business from merchant states investing in it. The presence of a powerful legacy had made it all enticing, despite the dangers of the undead.
A large number of people come from merchant states every day to experience the legacy.
It is only here that one can step into the legacy without paying a single penny. Something unheard of on the continent.
For common people, legacy is something out of reach, but there is an open entrance to the velvet garden and people are flocking to it.
My friends and clients had told me how hard it was to get a hotel room because of this craziness.
Though they said, the condition is improving slowly.
I am not going to be staying here. I will leave with the girls that aren't selected.
"How many do you think they will select?" asked Bumi. "I hope, all of them," I replied to which, he grinned.
Minutes passed in silence before the carriage took the turn.
"The legacy," he said with a sigh as the tower came into view.
We could see the legacy from our ship, but now it is clear that our carriage is moving on the road by the canal.
I hope I will get to visit it. An hour would be more than enough.
A minute later, the carriage took a turn.
Not toward the tower but to the group of buildings on the other side.
The carriage crossed the bridge and entered the park. It's beautiful, and unlike the side around the legacy, which seemed to be filled with people, the side of the collage was nearly empty.
It is a restricted area from what I heard. Looking at the guard, they are keen to keep it that way.
Soon, the carriage stopped by the gate. It is an inner compound, which is filled with beautiful gardens and buildings.
I got out of the carriage and saw a beautiful woman in her early twenties, wearing a beautiful blue dress, standing by the gate with three guards behind her.
She isn't the assistant madam but might become one, seeing they have sent her here as supervisor.
She is also one of mine.
It took me time to recognize her, seeing how much she had changed.
It had been less than two years since I had sold her contract to Silver, and she seemed to have turned into a completely different person.
She used to be thin, with mousy hair and pale skin, but now the girl seemed to have gained weight. Her hair became radiant, and her skin felt as vibrant as the wives of rich merchants.
"Miss Beka," I greeted.
I feel a little displeased that women didn't greet me first.
"Miss Caskheart," she replied with a smile professional smile on her face.
"Have you brought all the girls?" she asked a moment later. "Yes," I replied, pointing toward the carriages.
"Rald, take Miss Caskheart to the chief," she said, and the guard stepped forward.
"Take care of things here," I said to Bumi before following the guard inside.
The guard didn't move too fast. Giving me the opportunity to look around. Especially the tower; it is massive for the legacy.
One could easily fit several average-size legacies in that size.
Many people talk about the emotion essence he is able to harvest through it.
Some people say it may not be higher than any average legacy.
Having a bigger size alone isn't enough; the core needs to have the capacity to absorb a large amount of emotions, too.
Nobody knows how much emotion it can absorb.
Silver signs the contract with everyone, he sells the essence.
We have been contacted by people to ask our girls to spy for them in Legacy. The store refused straightforwardly despite being asked by the powerful people.
We might have been cowered and enticed if it had been anyone else or even another legacy, but not this one.
Higher-ups think Silver's legacy has a huge potential.
It could level up to Grade IV, which will help us a lot. If he went the same way as that woman in Belnin did, then it would be tremendous.
Silver has ambition. He had opened a branch in Owlspring before closing it after his brothel turned into the legacy.
Currently, he is occupied with legacy, but eventually, he will branch out.
The higher-ups are sure of it.
We aren't the only store he is buying contracts from. There are others as well.
They are also planning to get the girls from their cities as well.
A madam had mentioned that to me, but the plan is still in the nascent stage. Even if they do it, they won't use it to fill more than a fifth of their needs.
Though, I would prefer it if they don't.
The more dependent they are on us. The better it will be for our business.
Soon, we reached the three-story building, and the guard opened the door. I thought we would be going to be in the big building, but I was wrong.
'There are a lot of guards here,' I thought. I saw them at every turn as I had.
Soon, we reached the top floor, where a woman in her late teens was sitting behind the table by the door.
"You can go in, Miss Caskheart," she said before I could say anything.
As she said it, the guard opened the door, and I walked inside.
At first, my gaze fell on the long table, with three chairs behind and one ahead.
It is clearly for the interview.
I turned my gaze away from the table to the three people sitting on the sofas. Two are women in their thirties, while the third one is an old woman who looks to be in her seventies.
I had never seen her, but I had heard about her.
She is one of two vice-headmistresses. The one who wasn't a whore, but joined as a teacher.
"Miss Carla, Madam Caena. Vice-headmistress," I greeted.
"Miss Caskheart," replied Carla. Smiling as beautifully as ever, but now this smile didn't feel harmless.
There is a weight that was not before, and I don't think it is because of the level.
Maybe those rumors about her awakening an aura are true. It is hard to believe a whore of having an aura, but it has happened before.
The one in Belnin awakened it.
"Thank you, Miss Carla," I replied.
"How was the journey?" she asked. "It was well," I replied, to that she smiled.
"Are the girls rested enough for the interview?" she asked.
"Yes," I replied.
They have explicitly requested the girls to be well rested and even paid for better transport.
"It's good to hear," she replied.
"Have you brought out what we had asked for?" asked Madam Caena. "I did," I replied with a smile before taking out stacks of documents.
It is the background details of the girls. It is a little deeper than what we had initially provided them.
Our customers usually don't demand such things, but these people want them.
It is a good thing. We keep detailed records. Better than our competition.
They asked a few more questions before getting up and walking toward the table
"Send the girls, Miss Caskheart," said Carla. I nodded and got up before walking out. Hoping they would select all the girls, it would help us a lot.
We might not be allowed to advertise their name, but people are looking.
Some had even followed us to the Greltheaven.