Chapter 173: Rhine Indentures

Bell

“We have arrived,” said the driver as the carriage stopped and the door opened.

It is a long carriage to sit a large number of people, but we are still jammed-packed. Sitting on the laps of each other. So, when the door opened, we stepped out of the carriage, fast.

All of us did that so many times, we were able to do it, without stepping on each other’s toes.

“Follow me,” said the old Gray, and we followed him inside through the familiar back entrance of Rhine Indentures. I have come here many times in the past decade.

Have been sold and brought by many brothels. Including three men.

Though those three sold me back to the store within a month. A brothel is the safest place for me, no matter how distasteful it is and how much I hate every moment in it, but I am alive due to it.

My enemies, in their wildest thoughts, could never guess I was hiding here. It is the reason they have not found me.

Even I wouldn’t have guessed a decade ago. That I would live in a filth of society, calling it home.

I hate it, but my enemies are still searching for me, even after twelve years.

The bounties for my information and location are present in all the guilds and taverns. The reward for capturing me alive is so huge that even S-Class had taken part.

I have something they want, but I will die before I tell that to them.

Soon we entered the building and stopped in one of the halls, where Laryn, a short violet-haired elf, walked in front of us.

“Those between Lv. 13 to Lv. 16 follow me, while the rest go with old grey,” she ordered and turned without any words.

I am a little surprised, as they have never separated us from these levels. Usually, it is Lv. 10 to Lv.15 or Lv. 15 to Lv. 19; as prices of our contracts changed, when we reached these levels.

I quickly moved into the new line and followed Laryn, who took us into another hall, and this is bigger than the previous one and full of people.

There are over a hundred women in the hall, each is sitting in the chair, waiting.

‘A private showing,’ I thought.

In the years I have come to indentured stores; I have been part of only four private showings. They are rare, as the people who buy us are brothels, who only looked for our class, levels, and looks.

Not to mention, for private showing. The client needs to be important and rich.

The private showing usually happened for girls above Lv. 20, but here, everyone seemed to be below that.

“Bell, it’s been a while,” said the woman beside me and turned to her.

She looked mostly human, aside from her large physique, and extremely faint greyness in her skin, that wouldn’t be visible unless one look at her clearly and slightly larger canines.

I instantly recognize her, when I saw the ever-cheerful smile on her face.

“Three years, Rexy,” I said to the woman.

We were in the same brothel three years ago. She is a fun girl; I don’t know how she had the energy to be cheerful, even after suffering so much.

Orc bloods suffer the worst in the brothels. Even in places like Oksall, which had the largest number of orcs in merchant states.

“How have you been?” she asked. “Me, fine,” I lied. I am not going to say the truth and tell her miserable every second of my life for more than a decade.

Today is my birthday actually, which I had nearly forgotten. Last year, I had actually forgotten, only to be remembered a week later.

With monotonous days, it is really hard to keep track of things. Especially the things I am intentionally trying to forget.

“Which brothel is looking for the girls?” I asked as I saw a girl coming out of the door before another going in immediately.

“I don’t know, but I heard it is not from Oksall,” she replied. I had gone out of the Oksall a couple of times, but always returned to the city.

Time passed as one girl after another went inside and came back. Laryn keeps bringing a new group of girls every hour.

Soon, I was on my turn, I stood by the door, while Rexy entered inside. The half-orc, by the door, handed me the page from the stack he is holding. It had all my information, from age to skills.

Click!

Three and a half minutes later, Rexy came back, and I looked at her. “Don’t worry, it is just some question,” she said and it couldn’t help but feel relive.

I do the things every day, but even after a decade, I dread doing them. I can’t seem to block them and turn into a completely different person like so many girls do.

Shame fills me every time, but I still do it. It is what saved me from my enemies and till I find a better way, I will continue to do it, no matter how much shame I feel.

Survival is paramount; my family hadn’t sacrificed everything, including their lives, just so I could throw mine away.

I cleared my thoughts and I entered the small room. There, I saw three people sitting.

In the middle is a handsome young man, whose silvery-grey eyes make him look much older, and two beautiful women on both sides of him.

The moment I looked at them, I found myself getting surprised on so many levels.

First, they are keeping their classes open, which takes conscious effort. As the classes are hidden and unless you want others to feel them, they remain hidden.

They are doing it for me and the other girls who are coming. Showing, they are the same as us and that is surprising because they didn’t feel like it.

They are whores, but their skin is vibrant and glowing. It is not a natural glow, gotten from the vibrancy, but the one gotten through the beauty treatments, and it looked like someone has worked really hard on them.

These two are naturally beautiful women, and the treatments had made them even more beautiful.

The clothes they are wearing are good, but what is surprising is the ease they are wearing. Whores do not have such ease; even the ones from the high-class brothels.

While their beauty and their clothes were surprising, what is more surprising, or I might say shocking, is the confidence in which they are sitting on the chair.

Their posture is perfect with their back straight and hands on the table, and every movement is graceful, and this is not an effect that skill gives.

One needs to learn these things. Things I have worked very hard to unlearn.

If they hadn’t shown me, they were whores. I wouldn’t have been able to guess.

I have seen the whore, the high-level ones, those at Lv. 40, some were closer to Lv. 50. They are powerful and unique individuals, but I could even recognize them as whores if they weren’t using any skill.

I didn’t with these two.

It made me curious and also alert.

I have to be cautious and make sure whoever these people are didn’t choose me. I felt like, if I go with them, my life will be changed, I don’t want that.

A change could mean my enemies finding me, and once they do, I will have a very painful ending.

…

“Thank you, Miss Rexy,” I said to the orc’s blood woman, who have a natural cheerful smile on her face.

She nodded and walked out of the room.

“We are taking her,” I said to Carla and Lola. I liked her, she gave me a good feeling. She also has a good assembly of skills, that are suitable to establishment and could speak three languages.

Most importantly, she is an Orc-blood, and I want a few orc-bloods.

Response to Senar had been great. So much so that the girl is steadily climbing the ranks that I felt like she has the potential to get into the top ten earners.

Her clients are mostly from the empire; her faint orcish traits seemed to fascinate them. Since novel experiences are what they are desiring, I am willing to provide that to them.

After all, I am the Agent of Experience. It is my job to provide them with experiences they never had before.

“I have added her name to the list,” said Lola. I nodded and turned to the next woman who appeared in the hall.

She is a tall woman who looked to be in her mid-to-late twenties. She is beautiful, with long blue hair, almond brown eyes, and a straight nose.

She also seemed to have a resting bitch face, and it only changed faintly, for a moment, before returning to just as it was.

She appeared in front of the table and place the page on it. I didn’t look at it, instead activated my skill Sight Through Weil.

Immediately, a blinding headache appeared in my head. I have been feeling it for quite a while. I have used the skill hundreds of times today and it had already reached the limit.

I will need to rest it, or this pain will kill me.

I bore the pain and focused on her and immediately got surprised by what I saw.

Prostitute Lv. 16

It is all I saw, no attributes or skills or other classes she has, and it turned out, she has. The Prostitute Class is her secondary class. She has a main class that is powerful enough to hide, not only the class but also the attributes and skills.

Even the ones belonging to the Prostitute Class are hidden.

I am only seeing her in secondary class because she allowed it and it made me curious about her Primary Class.

It should be at least at Level 20 to do this.

I was about to turn off the skill when I saw something strange; I saw her flickering. I only saw it for a moment, before everything turned normal.

‘Maybe it is because of the pain,’ I thought as I turned off the skill. I couldn’t keep it on anymore.

A few seconds later, I turned to the page where there was information about her. Her name, her class, level, and three skills, along with a few lines of other information.

“Miss Bell, where are you from? Do you have any hobbies or profession or know any other languages than common?” I asked all the questions together, surprising her.

I would love to take the time in interviewing them, asking each question separately, but I do not have time. I only have a day, of which more than half had already passed.

So, I will ask questions together and depend on my experience and the opinion of two women beside me to select the girls.

“I am from Hentiv. I don’t have any skills, hobbies, or know any language other than common,” she replied without any change in expression.

“If you were to become free from your contract today, what would you do?” I asked. It surprised her before a mirthless smile appeared on her face.

“I will find another brothel to work. Since it is the only thing I know,” she answered, and I smiled.

Which seemed to make her uncomfortable.

Likely because she could tell, I know she had a primary class, which is trying to hide. It is not written in her information. It is not like the store didn’t know about Prostitute Class being her secondary class.

They obviously know it.

With the store big as these, they have people with the skill to see that, and the only reason, they didn’t reveal it, because even didn’t know what her primary class is. They only know she has one.

“Thank you for your answers, Miss Bell, and on the way, tell Mr. Thyno that we are taking a break for an hour,” I said, to which she nodded and left the room, while I put my head on the table and closed my eyes.

I was far more tired than I had realized as I fell asleep within a second and was gently woken up by Carla.

“The hour is nearly over,” she said. I nodded and was about to use Get Ready before stopping myself.

The sleep let me get rest and recharge; I couldn’t squander it using the skill. I need all the energy; I have for Sight Through The Veil.

A few minutes later, we begin again and continued till I couldn’t anymore. By then, we have interviewed enough girls, including the young ones, and we begin to discuss the list.

One and half an hour later, we had finished with the list and the final number had kind of surprised me.

It is one hundred and sixty-two; more than I had thought I would get with the time I have.

Though I didn’t cut any of them; I am sure many of them leave in a few hours, when I give them the choice.

I negotiated and paid for their contracts before asking the store to drop them at the port.

They would directly go to the ship and leave in a few hours for the Greltheaven with Carla and Lola.

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