Chapter 01: The Brothel

Chapter 01: The Brothel

Edited by Waylon Altizer. 14. Feb.

17th Feb, the Year 2705

"They have appeared," I said with a quivering voice. I attempted to conceal the fear in my tone, but I couldn't, as the massive swarm of the undead approached the city like a tidal wave.

I had fought against the undead, but never at this scale; it seemed unending.

I knew this day would come. I knew the army of the dead did not lack bodies, but I could not have imagined this.

I fear my army won't stand much of a chance against it.

It consisted of seasoned soldiers, mercenaries, adventurers, and individuals with little to no combat experience, some of whom had never even held a sword before. I look down the lines of men and women, seeing the fear in the eyes of veterans and amateurs alike.

What choice do we have but to fight in these circumstances? If we do not fight and repel the undead, every man, woman, and child will be turned by morning.

"Be truthful with me, Stone. What are our chances of making it through this?" I asked my general.

"Less than 20%, Lord Governor." replied the towering man.

More than I'd have given us. Still bad, though.

I turn towards the docks. It was the first time I'd ever seen it empty. It was thriving till yesterday, and now it is empty.

Count Darrow has escaped.

He abandoned the city that had brought him huge wealth and influence. Instead of standing with his city, he ran away in the name of seeking aid and took with him the people and resources that could have been used in defence of the city.

Had given us a real chance of victory.

It's been two years since I arrived in Greltheaven. In those two years, it has grown more than I had ever imagined.

I've found my own success in the city. My business has brought me more wealth than my father had earned in his whole life.

I had single-handily transformed my industry. I am the standard others hold themselves to.

Now, this horde will take it all from me, and the only one I can blame is that coward, Darrow.

If I survive this somehow, I will kill him, no matter the consequence.

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"We have reached our destination, Master Remus," Hendricks said as the carriage pulled to a stop in front of the massive iron gates.

"I presume you won't be joining inside?" I asked, looking towards the elderly man from the carriage window.

He shook his head in response.

"I apologize, Master Remus, but I have urgent business to attend to in Redfawn and need to return as soon as possible," he replied regretfully.

"Thank you for your company. The journey would have been tedious without you." I said courteously.

"It was my honor to accompany you, Master Remus. Please accept my sincerest apologies for not being of greater assistance." the old man said with regret.

"What occurred was beyond our control, Hendricks," I said with a sigh as I stepped out of the carriage.

The door shut with a thud behind me as my feet hit the gravel path, and the carriage quickly pulled away, not pausing for a moment.

Seeing that, I couldn't help but shake my head with a smile.

I gazed at the carriage for a moment before turning my attention to the magnificent mansion in the heart of the garden. This was what my brothers had so graciously given me.

The mansion was a beautiful three-story structure, built in a classic imperial design that bore close similarity to the Baroque style of Earth.

It is a visual feast with a sensuous richness that makes one want to gaze upon it simply.

Class:

Souteneur Merchant (Lv. 1)

Charisma:

5

Intelligence:

8

Vitality:

5

Skills:

• Trusty Presence

• Worthy Goods

Attribute Points:

1

The class interface appeared in front of me as I willed it. One could have many classes; however, only one base class that one cannot reject.

The base class is the only class that provides attribute points when levelled.

I may not have gotten lucky with my class, but I got good skills. They are as good as one hopes to get and are practical. One skill is passive, while the other is active; I am already using worthy goods on these women, and I am getting a good response.

"Master Silver, do you want me to introduce the girls to you?" she asked, to which I shook my head. "No, I will take a look at the establishment first," I replied. I could see surprise appearing on the women’s faces before they controlled their emotions.

"As you wish," she said, bringing back her professional smile that had faint seductiveness.

"The whole establishment is made just as the old master had ordered, and the Nielson guild had done a very good job actualizing his vision," she said as she began showing me the mansion.

I already knew the plans, I was there when he had a meeting with the people of the construction guild and offered many suggestions, but he did not listen.

"All the rooms are soundproof and have the most comfortable setting so clients can have the best time. There is..."

Carla is detailed in her explanations, which gives me little need to ask questions; I have read the reports she had sent to Redfawn, and they were very precise.

The workers of the architecture guild were still working, and whenever we passed them, I could see them stealing glances at Carla.

she really is an eye turner. She is not the most beautiful of women here, but she is the most seductive. Despite having known her for less than an hour, I could tell she is apt at using every advantage she has.

The old man had made many mistakes, but he couldn't have picked a better choice as the person responsible for the establishment.

Soon, we appeared in the back garden and walked toward the middle-aged man in a black suit, who was speaking to a few people.

When he saw us coming, he quickly dismissed them and turned to us with a smile.

I could see him throwing glances at Carla, not always at her eyes. "Master Silver, this is architect Lloyd. He is responsible for the construction of the establishment." Carla said.

"Mister Silver, nice to meet you. I hope you liked the work of our guild," he said as he forcefully diverted his eyes toward me. "It exactly as my late father had envisioned," I replied, and the smile on his face widened.

"I am glad to hear that," he said and looked toward the mansion. "As you can see, we are nearly done; we will be finished within three days, which will give you ample time to open by the end of the week," he said, and to that, I just smiled.

"Mr. Lloyd, I would like to meet your boss tomorrow morning, if possible," I said to him, which surprised him and Carla.

"May I know what for Mister Silver?" he asked, eyes focused on me.

"Yes, it is about some modifications I want to make to the establishment," I answered, and the worry in his eyes eased away.

"I will inform head architect Davidson as soon as possible," he said with a smile.

I talked to him for a few minutes before walking back inside the mansion, ready to start with my plans.

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