Chapter 121: The Legacy

“Second Majesty had suppressed the temple; remove all the restrictions,” said the pale man suddenly.

The man in grey relaxed visibly. Saying the last few days had been tense would be an understatement.

Managing it was difficult.

“It will be done,” he replied. For a minute, the pale man did not speak and kept looking out of the window, which had the best view of the Jalrux.

“How are the negotiations with the empire’s city?” he asked. “As you had commanded, we have relaxed a lot of conditions, but making them work hard to get it,” replied the man in a grey robe.

“Most wouldn’t suspect anything, but the smart ones who do will keep their guesses to themselves,” said the pale man, and the man in the grey robe just nodded.

“My lord, what do you think about the empire’s prince’s proposal?” asked the man in a grey robe.

He did not receive the answer to that immediately.

“Agree to deal. I want what they have, and I will give them what they need.”

“Try to find out what they want to do with it. They are planning something big if they want it,” said the pale man, after more than a minute of silence.

“I will try with my all,” said the man in a grey robe and disappeared.

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“As always. You are a tough bastard, young man,” said the middle-aged man with the sun-kissed skin, as he shook my hand.

It is the third day of negotiations, and I am nearly finished. By tomorrow afternoon, I will be finished with trade negotiations.

“I should be the one who saying those words. Trade administrator Karad, you are one tough negotiator,” I said to the middle-aged man in front of me. He smiled at that.

“See you tomorrow. Young man,” he said and left with his assistant, while I slumped back in my seat, which is wet with wet sweat covering my whole body.

The bastard was tough, but I have fought with tooth and nail to get what I want from him.

“I don’t know how you can bear the power of his skills directly, Adviser Silver. Under that power, I wanted to shit and take a leak at the same time,” he said.

He had one of those nasty skills that makes one take a shit and piss really hard.

They create the hardest distraction to concentration.

These types of skills are rare, and some negotiators and businessmen use them with surgical accuracy. One of my father’s associates had a skill like that and he made a person defecate in their pants in front of me.

He did that to show off the power of the skill he is most proud of. I was embarrassed, as I was horrified.

It is a good thing Karad did not use the full force of the skill, or I don’t know if I had been able to hold it back.

It was a very hard negotiation, but I got what I wanted. It could be said that I got more than I expected.

I feel like he had intentionally gone easy on some points. I may be wrong, but that is unlikely.

Whatever the reason, the results matter and I have brought the result. These negotiations will bring more trade to the Greltheaven and make it richer.

I want to do some part of it and already made a move. I will know the result when I return to the mansion and meet Ina.

After we collected ourselves, we left the conference room.

“Mister Silver, this came for you a few minutes ago,” said our guide, standing by the door. I took the letter, which had a personal seal of Lancel.

I opened the letter and read the single line it had and turned to the four people with a bright grin on my face.

“Boys, this is the best day of your life. We are going to the Mirage,” I said and the expressions on four of their faces changed immediately to that of wonder and shock, and finally, the excitement.

There is no one in Jalrux who doesn’t know of Mirage. Even a small child knows about it.

“The legacy?” asked Rowling to be sure. “Yes,” I replied.

“Fuck yes!” he shouted without caring for the world, while our guide looked at us with jealous eyes.

“We should go there quickly; Lord Lancel had asked us to come as soon as we were finished here with the negotiation,” I said, and it made them a little sober.

“Can’t we make a quick trip to the mansion? I would like to change from these sweaty clothes,” asked Dime, and I shook my head at that.

“No, we have asked to reach there directly, and we are already quite late,” I said.

“We shouldn’t waste any time then,” said Rowling and walked toward the elevator.

A minute later, we reached it and enter inside it. A few seconds later, we walked out and got out of the city hall, waiting for our carriage.

Which, thankfully, didn’t take long to appear.

We sat in the carriage at a record speed, and it moved toward the mirage.

“I had a dream of visiting a legacy, never thought it will be fulfilled one day,” said Winfred as the carriage moved toward it.

Legacy is one of the miracles of this magical world, the dream of every person. From merchants to kings, everyone wants it, but few could get it. As nobody knows, how to get it.

There are many theories behind it, but all seemed bullshit.

Billions have followed those theories, across the ages, but few have got it. The city of Jalrux, which is over two thousand years; only had three legacies.

Nobody has any idea how legacies are formed, but they are clear about one thing, the legacies are formed in a place where they’re a lot of people and varying emotions gathered.

The legacy gives its own skill and, if advanced, then inheritable classes. That could be inherited by the descendant and future owner of those legacies.

Though, 80% of legacies last till their owner is alive. Few could last centuries. Those that had lasted over a thousand years are so low; that they could be counted with fingers.

Everyone loves legacies; the merchants love them, because of the money and worldwide fame it gives them.

The kings and lords love them because of the power they represent. Some legacies like Fort of Vayu, it is indestructible. Armies have attacked it for hundreds of years, but are never able to breach it.

We are going to Mirage, a bar. 45% of the legacies that are produced are the bars.

As I had said, legacies are produced in a place where there are people and emotions are constant and there is no other place. Where there are lots of people and different types of emotions.

The carriage ride was silent; few had opened their mouths to talk, but not much came out.

We are so excited that we could barely speak with each other.

After over forty minutes of the ride; we reached our destination. A five-story red-colored building. It was only two floors when the legacy was formed.

The owner added three more floors.

It is a risky bed. If you mess too much with a legacy, you could lose it. It is why people did not change legacies much, lest they lose it.

Many did and cried for the rest of their lives.

The bar is a legacy and looked good, but it does not look like the best bar in the whole damn region, but it is.

There is a saying. You could only enjoy the legacy when you take a step inside it.

We got out of the carriage and saw quite a crowd around the legacy. They are not here to enter it, but only to watch.

They could not enter it, even if they want to.

Even I couldn’t book a table; there is a five-year-long waiting list that could be shortened to months for someone like me. If one wants to enter within a day, then one needs to belong to a powerful noble house like Lancel.

Most of them are tourists and Legacies are one of the most visited spots in the city.

There is another reason the merchants like legacies. No taxes: it is a rule that states do not collect taxes from the legacies, some even pay the money to them.

A single legacy brought recognition to the city and kingdom and provide huge economic, social, and political benefits.

Nearly every city had a package of large sums of money for the legacies. Even Greltheaven has it and it is good.

Soon, we appeared at the entrance, where the beautiful human woman in a raven bun and sleek white dress was standing.

“Welcome to the Mirage, guests. Do you have a reservation?” she said with a professional smile. “We are from the party of Lord Lancel Wilstein,” I said to the hostess.

“Welcome Mr. Silver, I will take you and others to your party,” she said and took us inside.

The moment I took a step inside. I felt the change. Everything had changed. From the temperature to the emotions, I am feeling.

The temperature became comfortable, and I begin to feel relaxed, as if multiple hands massage over my body.

The exhaustion I was feeling due to three days of constant negotiations and the barrage of skills, all being taken away with every step I take inside.

At first glance, the legacy looks like any other high-end bar, but when looked closely, one will see the real difference; that will make them gasp in shock.

The first thing one notices about this place is being completely crowded. People are everywhere, but despite that orders are served at inhuman efficiency.

It is the level of these people; legacies will have the most high-leveled workers.

It attracts them, as it makes them.

There is one thing common among all the legacies. It is how they run, the multicolored energy clouds above. They are so thick; the entire ceiling had disappeared.

Those were no energy clouds, but emotions harnessed from the patrons. The moment I entered here; I felt good, because this place had harnessed my unwanted emotions and gave me a dose of relaxation.

When thought about it, it is quite scary, but not scary, when you compared it to the medicine.

These gathered emotions could do many things. Impossible things. They could enhance things beyond their natural level and give an otherworldly feel to them.

It depends from legacy to legacy, but some could do scary shit.

Consider this one. It not only makes one feel good, mentally but also gives physical relaxation. That is equal to a massage from an expert masseuse.

Legacies like this bar infuse those emotions into the food and drinks they serve.

Making them otherworldly.

Soon, I saw Lancel and Robin, and four others in our entourage, but they are not the only ones present. I also saw Viscount and two of his men sitting at the table.

Despite staying in the same place, I had rarely seen them in the past three days.

They all have a drink their hand and a smile on their face.

They are sitting in a VIP area, where there is no crowd. The only people who are moving around it are the servers.

“My lords,” I greeted as I approached the table. “Remus. You have finally arrived. Come take a seat,” he said, motioning the seal opposite to the robin.

“Thank you, my lord,” I said and sat on the most comfortable. The brown leather chair melded against my body.

“How were the negotiations?” he asked as I sat down. “Good,” I said and take out a small file from my bad and gave it to him. He quickly checked and a surprise couldn’t help but appear on his face.

He put it down after a quick read and slid toward the Viscount before turning to me.

“You are doing much better than I had anticipated,” he said and patted my shoulder, but instead of smiling, my expression turned serious.

“Thank you for your praise, my lord, but I think they are doing this intentionally,” I said and his and other’s expressions turned serious.

“They are offering more concessions than it is shown in our research, and they are doing that in most things,” I added.

“How sure are you?” he asked.

His question surprised me, as I thought he would say I am underestimating my abilities.

“100%” I replied, going with my gut.

These are not the first negotiations I have done; I have done hundreds of them on Earth and had a sort of sense.

I am usually right about these things.

He nodded and looked at the Viscount, and they shared a look. They seemed to know something, that I don’t.

“We will talk about this later. Tonight, is for celebrating,” he said when I thought he might explain what he was thinking, but it is clear. He does not intend to.

Barely a second passed. He said it when a waiter arrived, and we ordered.

I begin to feel kind of excited. It is my first time in Legacy. My father had gone to it many times; sometime, he would leave me in the carriage outside.

I had asked him many times to take me, but he said it was something I had to earn it.

He said the same thing to all my brothers, but not to his favorite daughter. He took her there many times like he had left the share of his estate to her.

“..this is your Orwell, with drops of love,” said the waiter as he placed the whisky in front of me.

Orwell whisky, is one of the top hundred liquors in the world, but what is making golden brown whisky amazing is the purple mist mixed in it. The mist is not floating above the whisky but inside it.

I looked at it for a moment, before taking a sip of the smoothest whisky, I had ever drunk.

I felt its wonderful smoothness and burn in the stomach. At the same time, flashes of countless memories begin to appear in front of my eyes, from memories of my parents to women I dated.

They are not only people of the earth but also these world’s parents. Nearly faded memories of my mother, whom I could barely remember.

The last memory is of Carla, and hers lasted for a while.

“Tasting it, I could now die without regret,” said Rowling, with tears dripping from his eyes. I also had a few tears in my eyes, which I wiped before taking another sip.

“The first experience is most memorable. Cherish it well,” said Viscount as he took a sip from his glass.

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