Chapter 588: Night

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It was late at night when I finally left the city hall after a long, intense meeting with the city’s key figures.

I hadn’t even left for dinner. Instead, like before, the children had come to the city hall, and we shared a meal there.

As I stepped outside, I took a moment to observe the city. Even at this hour, it was alive—people heading to restaurants, dance bars, and other places.

Getting things to this point had taken a tremendous amount of effort. The influx of tourists played a significant role, and with the infrastructure in place, everything began moving in the direction I had envisioned.

A lot of these people are tourists; it is easy to tell with my class.

It’s still a work in progress, and there’s so much left to do, but I will lead this city to where it needs to be.

Soon, the carriage rolled into the beautifully lit park, its path leading straight to the tower, while my eyes lingered on the people enjoying the night.

Even at this hour, the park was alive with activity—people walking, sitting, eating, and simply enjoying themselves, doing whatever they pleased.

The carriage stopped in front of the tower, and I stepped out.

“Welcome back, Master Silver,” Lorle greeted me warmly at the reception.

“It’s good to be back, Lorle,” I replied, glancing around the lobby.

It, too, was bustling with people.

Some people were coming in and out of the lobby, while others lingered, admiring the art and the massive skeleton on display.

I watched them for a moment before heading to the elevator.

I wanted to check on the casino, especially since it would open in just over two weeks. But there was one thing I needed to take care of first.

Finally, the elevator stopped at the top floor, and I walked out.

Click!

I reached the office and entered inside. Caena was already waiting there.

“How is it?” I asked as I stepped inside.

Immediately, the office faded away. Everything went dark momentarily before the sun appeared, faintly bigger than the last time I’d seen it.

Soon, the planets materialized, and my focus shifted to the one—the planet I used most of the time.

The planet extracts emotion essence from the surface of its core. It’s bright and vibrant, with pools filled with immense amounts of essence.

But right now, the planet holds something more than just emotion essence.

In the center, floating above the surface is a red saber.

I had sent it to her the moment I entered the city.

She spoke: “It’s in good shape. Its true power had been spent, but not by much. The emotion essence was able to replenish it.”

“So, it’s in perfect shape?” I asked. “Yes,” she replied.

Hearing that, a smile appeared on my face, and the next moment. The saber appeared in my hand.

I could feel its power, the desire from it that wants me to bond with it.

I sighed and put it away in a wooden box. Storing it in the vault.

“You are not going to use it?” she asked with a clear surprise in her voice. To that, I shook my head. “There is someone better,” I replied with a sigh.

I very much want to use it, but it will serve a bigger purpose in that person’s hand.

I pushed those thoughts away and looked at the core. The sun is absorbing a massive amount of emotions every second.

Many people believe my legacy is the grand palace on the outside, with the humble cottage hidden within. They think it’s just a standard Grade III at its core.

They do not think It can absorb the emotions of the massive number of people entering.

They are gravely mistaken.

My legacy is far more efficient than any other at the same level and has a larger emotional slate.

Over 90% of the emotion it absorbs goes directly to my core. I can’t harvest it all, as that energy is used for the legacy’s growth. Ultimately, I can only harvest less than 10% of it.

But even that much is immense.

Once the legacy reaches its full capacity, most of that 90% will become mine. Just thinking about it fills me with excitement.

The possibilities with that much essence… the things I’ll be able to do… they’ll be nothing short of monumental.

The legacy is about to take the first bite of the Onyx Halcyon. There are three other legacies I’ve signed the contract for the first bite with.

They will provide the core essence, which will help my core grow even further.

However, I must be cautious—not too greedy. I can only absorb the core essence that aligns with my vision, not a drop more.

If I become too greedy, it will end up costing me the future of my legacy.

The core disappeared a minute later, and I sat in my chair.

“How is the business?” I asked. “Great, we are growing every week. Especially the stores, they are increasing the production by the day,” she replied.

The more they use the mist. The more proficient they would become.

“Good. I need that, considering the number of contracts I have signed already,” I replied.

I have signed too many contracts, but that was the intention. Those contracts will provide me with a massive amount of money, along with relationships with legacies and powerful people.

“The new girls?” I asked.

“They are adjusting. They have already started the classes and are doing well,” she replied.

Unlike the other girls that had come to the velvet garden. Those coming from Baxzar had the biggest traumas. Adjusting to this new place wouldn’t be easy.

I am doing what I can, including the soothsayers, to heal their traumas.

“Miss Dawnstar is currently observing things and studying our requirements to create the course,” she added.

It is me who asked her to observe for a week or two before she started teaching. She needs to understand Velvet Garden first before she can teach its girls.

“It took a lot of money to get those things,” I said after a moment of silence. To that, she smiled. “They will be worth it,” she replied.

“I really hope so,”

I am talking about the resources she needed for the witchcraft. They were really expensive, but I was able to get them all in Archmage City.

A few minutes later, she left.

I took out the files waiting for me and began to read through them.

Caena is right. The business is good, and productivity increases as their mastery over the mist deepens.

One and a half hours later. I got up and walked out of my office.

I still have to read a few more files, but I will do that tomorrow.

I stepped into the elevator, and it went down. Soon, it reached the underground area before stopping.

“Lord Silver,” greeted the woman as I stepped out of the elevator. “Miss Halcyon,” I replied before we walked looking around.

They have made tremendous progress. It could be said it is ready.

“Everything is nearly ready. If we wanted, we could open in a week,” she replied.

She wants to.

I want that, too, but other preparations also need to be made. Next month isn’t just the casino’s opening but also the legacy’s first anniversary.

It will be a big celebration, and a lot of people will come to the city.

I need the whole city to be ready for that.

“Good, means we have time to look at every single mistake we could make before we open,” I said, as I walked inside, looking at everything.

I have already started bringing things. Setting them, in their places.

I want everything to be perfect. The day will be very important and will be important for the future of the casino and its legacy.

I looked at all the floors and other things before entering the elevator.

I didn’t go up, but a floor down.

The elevator opened, and I got out. I saw men and women working at tables with tools and resources that cost arms and legs.

These enchanters meticulously carve enchantments onto the mist goods using the mist itself.

At the moment, the power of the legacy is only covering half of this floor.

I am moving that half floor to the roof and the lowest floor in the shifts. When there is a function, the power of legacy will occupy the roof.

When there is not, it will occupy this enchanters’ floor.

I would also use the theatre’s legacy space when it is not open. It is the only floor that has remained free space for over three hours.

The rest now remained open, including the store floors.

“Lord Silver,” greeted the old man with pale blond hair, slowly turning white. He looked to be in his late sixties, with a round face and a small nose.

“Edger, How are things going?” I asked.

He isn’t an enchanter. He is more like a manager with decades of experience working in an enchanter’s workshop.

His job is to handle the enchanters and their needs, and it is much more demanding than one realizes.

The one who handled things before didn’t do a very good job.

“Very good, my lord. Especially now that you have bought the tools and the inks we needed,” he replied.

We have bought a lot of tools, really expensive ones, and inks. We are trying to produce the inks that we want here, but we do not have the capacity to create some.

I need more space!

I want to create more than just spaces where things are forged and enchanted; I want to craft the very ink itself.

By using mist, all three processes—creation, enchantment, and inscription—will enhance the quality and longevity of mist goods. But right now, it isn’t possible. There simply isn’t enough space.

However, we will have the capacity one day.

I talked to Edger and a few enchanters before stepping into the elevator.

I came out on the store floors and walked through each floor, checking things with my own eyes and talking to the staff and the patrons.

By the time I reached the top floor. It was late, so I didn’t return to the office and went directly to my bedroom.

I tried to sleep, but it seemed to elude me.

‘Come to me?’ I asked as I connected to Eva. ‘We have decided to keep it a secret for a while, remember,’ she replied after a moment of silence.

‘Don’t worry, nobody will know,’ I replied, controlling the mist on her floor.

‘Give me a few minutes,’ she answered finally.

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