Chapter 553: Veseraona Law II

“You have heard Master Silver’s requirement. Show us the best girls in that meet them, Miss Law,” said the older woman, turning to me.

“Who are you?” I asked instead of doing what she asked.

I am now incredibly curious about these people.

I thought these two women were mistresses, but the way the man looked at them did not suggest that they had that kind of relationship.

The woman smiled before I felt her power.

She is a whore!

It made my eyes wide but also confused me extremely. This lady didn’t look like a whore, but she was.

Looking at them, a whore would be the last thought in anyone’s mind. They looked like the wives and daughters of wealthy merchants.

Nobles even.

It isn’t just the looks and beautiful clothes and jewelry they are wearing, but also the way they talk and carry themselves, which is so unlike any whore I have ever seen.

She is a whore. Madam, to be exact, and more powerful than I had ever sensed. Over Lv. 30. It also differs from all the Madam Class I had seen, including mine.

Suppose we had been at the same level. I know she would be more powerful.

“I am Margaux Swan, and this is Varza Steel,” she introduced herself and the younger woman beside her, who, too, had flashed her class at me.

She is a whore, too, and a powerful one at that.

Definitely above Lv. 3o, with a vastly different class than the woman beside her, but it also has an element of Madam.

She is weaker than the older woman, but it didn’t surprise me.

“We should hurry, Miss Law. We have less than a day, and I want to choose some good girls,” she said, walking ahead. I hurriedly followed.

“Are you a Madam?” I asked as I appeared beside her. “Yes, kind of one,” she replied with a smile.

Which confused me, but I didn’t press her on it.

“Where are you from in the West?” I asked as I led them toward my girls. Their accents made it clear that they were Westerners.

I had heard it many times here. Many people from the West came here to satiate their deviant desires.

“Greltheaven,” she replied. “Harsoth Empire,” she clarified, seeing the confusion on my face.

“I heard big wars are going on in the empire. Including a civil war,” I said, and they nodded.

Soon, we reached my girls, and they looked at me in question.

“Only half of them are present; the other half are working,” informed her.

She nodded and turned to Gnorth.

“Mister Gnorth, bring the girls who are working and arrange the room for us,” she said, with a tone that didn’t book any argument.

It felt like the voice of a person who is used to having authority.

“If you have the details of the girls, that would be much appreciated,” she added with her words feeling like an order, and Gnorth isn’t the one to take orders from the whores.

To my shock, a smile appeared on his face, which was his fawning one.

“Of course. Miss Swan,” he replied and said something to his two lackeys, who nodded and walked away.

“What kind of room do you want, Miss Swan?” he asked. “Somewhere, we could sit comfortably and ask the girls a few questions,” she replied.

“My office would be the best choice. It is also where the details of the girls are,” he replied and began leading the way.

Soon, we reached a three-story building. It is where we stay. We might work openly, but need a place to eat and sleep.

We entered inside and soon reached Gnorth’s offices on the top floor.

“I am sorry for the mess,” said Gnorth embarrassingly and cleaned up the mess at surprising speed before placing another chair behind the table and a stack of papers in front of them as they took the seat.

“It’s in Brdus,” said the woman, looking at the stack.

“I could translate them for you, Miss Swan,” offered Gnorth, hiding the lust he was feeling behind the fawning smile.

“There is no need,” she said before sliding the stack toward the younger woman.

She looked at the stack before nodding.

“Should I bring in the whores, Miss Swan?” asked Gnorth. “A Girl, Mr. Gnorth. We will interview each of them individually,” replied the older woman.

It surprised Gnorth. Me, as well.

Interview? I had never seen any whore getting interviewed before getting bought. They ask a few questions, but it is not an interview.

We are whores, not guards or clerks, to get interviewed.

“Of course. You are getting the whores for a legacy. Not some common brothel,” he said with a nervous smile.

The shock hit me so hard that I nearly fell. My legs wavered beneath me, and I would have gone down if I hadn’t grabbed the table for support just in time.

“Are you from a legacy?” I asked in a voice that was barely more than a whisper.

I thought they were from a high-class brothel but never expected them to be from a legacy.

I have never seen a legacy, but I have heard about them. They are something that came out of dreams. I have served a few people who have visited the legacy.

Their eyes would turn dreamy when they talk about it, and they always wish to visit just one more time.

“Yes. Velvet Garden,” she replied.

Velvet Garden, I had heard about it. There is no whore that hadn’t. It is the newest brothel legacy and is the biggest of them all on the continent.

It is said to have advanced to a level that other legacies took decades to achieve, and its master is a lord who fought the undead and won.

There are many exaggerated rumors about it. Like its whores, were wealthy merchants, and one became a governor of the city.

Only madmen would believe those things.

I did not believe those stories, even after seeing these two wearing beautiful clothes and jewelry.

That is when I realized where I heard the name Remus Silver. Many had taken his name.

Though most would call him Silver or Lord of Whores.

“I will call the first girl then,” said Gnorth, flashing me a quick glare.

I felt a spark of fear, but it didn’t last more than a moment. I had already been bought; he could not do anything to me.

A few seconds later, the door opened, and Arom walked in.

“You do not have to send them in naked,” said the older woman, seeing Arom naked.

A moment later, she took a velvety cloth from her little bag.

As she did, the bracelet she was wearing shone.

A moment later, a phantom hand appeared. It picked up the robe and flew toward Arom before dropping it on her surprised self.

“A spell… that’s a spell,” I thought in awe, my eyes fixed on the fading phantom hand. The sheer precision and elegance of it left me stunned. A whore had just cast a spell !—and not just any spell, but one that carried a mastery I never expected in a place like this.

“Wear it,” she said.

Arom remained shocked for a moment before carefully putting on the velvety robe. She was cautious about it as if fearing she might tear it apart.

“Thank you,” she replied as she wore the beautiful piece of cloth.

Seeing it, I couldn’t help but feel envy for a moment.

“Take a seat,” she said.

After some hesitation, Arom walked toward the table and sat on the chair while looking at Gnorth, who had a pleasant smile on his face.

We have been called to this office many times. It was never good to be called here, and he would never let us sit even on the ground, much less in the chairs.

“What is your name?” she asked. “Arom Varguk, Mistress,” replied Arom.

The mistress part was surprising, but it didn’t surprise me. Arom is the most thoughtful person I have seen, and she is also very observant.

Immediately, the younger woman ruffled the papers and brought out the page she was looking for.

“Arom Varguk. Race Orc. Age twenty-two. Level nineteen. Class Prostitute of Pain. Skill Numbing Pain, Touch of Erection, T…” read the younger woman.

“How many years are in you in this business, Miss Varguk?” asked Margaux.

“Eight years, Mistress,” she replied after a moment of silence.

“And how long have you been working here?” she asked. “Just as long,” she replied.

Margaux nodded and wrote it down in the diary.

“Have you experienced every act that goes down here?” she asked. “Yes,” affirmed Arom.

This isn’t a question she should ask. Every girl here had gone through all the devious acts and nearly lost their lives.

It is not their choice. If the clients want it, they will have to do it.

“How many languages do you know, Miss Varguk?” they asked, surprising me.

Even Arom looks surprised.

It is a strange question. Nearly everyone knows the common, and that is enough.

“I know common. Letis, Brdus, Rasalian. I also know Vastri, but not good enough,” she replied, shocking me.

Even those two look shocked.

I have known the girl since she appeared, but I never knew she understood so many languages.

“It’s quite a collection of language, you know, Miss Varguk,” praised Margaux, with a slight smile on her face widening.

“Thank you, Mistress,” she replied.

“Have you learned them here?” asked the younger woman. “No, father was a traveling merchant. I have traveled with him, learning the languages,” she replied.

“Do you have any other class than your main class?” she asked.

“No,” Arom replied.

The response surprised me. I thought she would have classes like Learned or Scholar, but she was telling the truth.

She had learned those languages before coming here. She had got the class a year after coming here.

They asked more questions, and most of them seemed irrelevant to the business, except for the first few.

“The last question. If you had a choice to pursue any passion or hobby, what would it be?” asked Margaux.

It is her most irrelevant question ever.

“Travel and reading,” she replied after some hesitation, with hope flashing in her eyes for a moment.

“Thank you for your time, Miss Varguk. That would be all,” said Margaux.

“Thank you, Mistresses,” replied Arom, getting up before opening the robe sash.

“Return that to me later,” said Margaux, stopping her.

Arom nodded, her eyes tearing before walking out of the room.

“Do you have anything to say about her?” asked the older woman, surprising me.

“She is a smart and observant girl,” I replied. The woman nodded and scribbled something in her diary.

As Arom left the room. Gralise came inside, and the human woman was wearing clothes.

They begin again, asking the same question and taking notes. I looked at them sneakily, but she was writing in the language I couldn’t read.

More and more girls appear before it’s my niece.

She looked at me, and I wished I could tell her to do well. I want them to select her. I don’t know what the future holds, but I am sure whatever it is.

It’s better than the hell we are in.

I wish I had telepathic skills like Gnorth, but I did not. So, I tried to convey my meaning through my eyes. She seemed to understand it.

She sat down, and they asked questions, and she answered them all.

However, compared to the girls before her, she feels average. The only surprising thing about her is her second class.

It’s her mother’s class. She taught her daughter her trade before she died. She had taken it over level 14, which was commendable in this hellhole.

Soon, it was evening, and interviews continued.

They asked questions and made notes without indicating their decisions.

The interviews lasted until late at night when they stopped and discussed the list for an hour in privacy before finally presenting it.

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