City of Desire-Chapter 630: The Blood I

Barb Utsa

'He isn't interested in the girls,' informed Tara. I could feel the deep disappointment and a little bit of the self-blame in her voice.

The girl prides herself on her seduction prowess, but she can't do anything when the man is not interested in women at all.

'I suspect that much,' I replied.

For us whores, it's not difficult to see it. Even those faithful to wives and girlfriends will show attraction to us; it is a natural reaction.

Take Master Silver. It's easy to see in his eyes but not in the man she wants to seduce.

Caena didn't say it in words, but I could feel with her words how vital blood is. Since we can't get it through the planned way, I have to think about how to get it differently.

I only have two months; over a month has already passed since we came here.

Soon, the carriage stopped in front of a huge manor.

It is blue and white with large white carved columns. It is also by the sea, providing a fantastic view.

We were invited here; we got many invitations from places like this, but we chose to accept this one.

Click!

The guard opened the door, and we walked out.

"Welcome to Porcia's Heaven, Madam's the of Velvet Garden," greeted the woman.

The woman is beautiful. She looked in her late forties, with smooth, ebony skin, long, straight crimson hair, and bright blue eyes.

"Madam Porcia, thank you for the invitation," I replied. Yes, this is a brothel, one of the best on the island.

This woman is an owner and the madam of it. This is the sole reason we accepted the invitation. The others invited us, but they were owned by the powerful, not one of our own.

There was another brothel owned by the madam running it, but we did not hear good things about it. She is worse than the bad masters.

"I should be the one thanking you. I didn't think you would accept my invitation and come with the full party," Madam Porica said, looking at Tara, Gloria, and Rexy.

"We had heard a lot of things about your establishment. We couldn't resist," I replied. She smiled and led us to the door.

Soon, we reached the large doors, which she pushed open, leading us inside. Immediately, I felt the eyes of people who shared the same classes and skills as me.

They are beautiful, and all of them are above Lv. 20, which isn't surprising, given that it is a high-class brothel.

"Girls, I present you, the madams of Velvet Garden," introduced Porcia before turning to us.

"The girls are excited to meet you all. They might cross some boundaries of politeness in their excitement. For that, I want to apologize at the beginning," she told us.

"You do not need to apologize," I replied. To that, she smiled gratefully.

We stepped into the party, and I walked alongside Madam Porcia while the other three wandered off—only to be immediately swarmed by the girls.

I felt a twinge of pity for them, but I made no effort to intervene. The girls were just curious, after all.

There are more brothel legacies in Oton than in Zenid. Two among them are Thrones, but Velvet Garden is different, not because it is big, but because of what its girls have achieved.

"Madam Utsa, this is Garina and Albyna, my deputies," she introduced to two women.

One is a purple-haired human girl, while the other is a haired elf. Both of them are Lv—30s, with Madam Class.

"Madam Utsa," they greeted. "Madam Garina, Madam Albyna," I replied.

"We have heard so much about the Velvet Garden. Some things seemed too outrageous to believe," said the elf, Albyna. She isn't the only person had said those words to me.

Since I came here, I have attended many parties and met many people. Many of them have asked me this question.

"Ask me, and I will tell you if it is true or false," I replied, and a smile appeared on the faces of the two of us.

"Is it true that the Master of Velvet Garden had made the a whore a governor?" asked the older woman, Garina. It is the most asked question. It's very shocking to people.

Forget the people of Oton, a continent separated by the sea. Even people of Nakar baronies had a hard time believing it.

"It's true," I replied, and they gasped; even Madam Porcia looked surprised.

"It's so hard to believe," the elf said softly.

"It is," I agreed, "but it shouldn't be. We are people, just like those who rule us. And we have every right to reach that position, just as they did."

I had been like them once—doubting my worth because of my profession. But not anymore.

I am a whore and will always be. I am proud of it. I could have become a thief or something worse, but I became a whore. I didn't take anything that belonged to others. I earned what I have through hard work.

There was a silence for a few seconds.

"You are absolutely right, Madam Utsa. We are people, like everybody, and nobody has a right to look down on us. Including us," said Porcia.

Time passed as we mingled with the girls before Porcia began to show me the brothel.

"It's a beautiful establishment, you have Madam Porcia—especially the view. Even Master Silver would be jealous of it," I praised as I looked at the vast turquoise sea before me.

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"It took a lot of hard work to accomplish this," she proudly replied. She should feel it; it is not easy for a whore to achieve it, but she did.

We didn't talk for a minute before she turned to me, and her eyes were serious.

"If the Tranquill Bathhouse disappeared, it would affect our livelihood, but I couldn't bring myself to root for it with my whole heart,"

"Even seas apart, when we heard things about Velvet Garden and accomplishment of its whores. We feel hope and pride, such we never felt before,"

"I will be relieved if Tranquill Bathhouse survives but pleased if Velvet Garden does," said the woman softly.

I could see the struggle in the eyes of the woman—the contradictions.

Tranquill Bathhouse is the most important thing for the island. Once it disappears, it will be just another beautiful island of Vethe.

It will affect the island and them enormously.

"Thank you; your words mean a lot," I thanked her. It is hazardous for her to speak those words for herself. If someone heard them, it could bring her a lot of trouble.

"I have a question. It is a little invasive, so you don't have to answer it. I am only asking it because I couldn't control my curiosity," she said.

"Ask it. I will decide whether to answer it or not," I replied. To that, she smiled before her expression was serious.

"Your class is powerful, but you are not Lv. 30. Those two are Lv. 30, and even that young girl feels as powerful as you,"

"Why? I mean, given what you told me about Silver. He is very good at choosing people, and he chooses you, which means you must be good, but you are not Lv. 30?" she asked.

I couldn't help but laugh hearing her question. It is a good question.

"That's because I chose a different path," I replied, revealing my other two classes.

"So, you are really a mercenary? With weapons and all?" she asked, and I took the sword out of my bag.

I have always kept my sword on me but have kept it in my bag since I came here. People like defenseless whores; it lowers their inhibitions. So, that's what I have become.

"Do you want to see something interesting?" I asked. "Sure," she replied.

"Call all the girls to the courtyard," I said. She arched a brow in question, but I only smiled and made my way down.

A moment later, she followed.

Before we even arrived, I could see the girls filing into the courtyard. By the time we stepped into the beautiful open space, a large crowd had gathered, their eyes filled with curiosity and silent questions.

Madam Porcia turned to me. "What is this about?"

"Give me some space," I replied.

Her confusion deepened, but she gestured for the girls to step back, and they did.

She might have read information about me, but most of it states only that I am a mercenary.

Only the most detailed and expensive information states how I fight. To that, that isn't important. I am. How dangerous an whore could be?

Especially someone like me has become a mercenary so late in life.

I must keep looking at them until they create a significant enough distance from me.

It is going to be dangerous, and I don't want to risk their lives or their bodies. It is the most important thing for their trade.

I smiled and focused before craning my neck up.

Whoosh!

I activated Power Breath and Lord Breath before exhaling and spinning, activating the Flint. Immediately, a plum of fire came out of my mouth, forming a large, fiery ring that flew up.

Gasp!

I heard the loud gasps, but I didn't stop spinning. I breathed out once more, forming another slightly smaller ring of fire.

Then another and another. I kept breathing out until nine rings of shining yellow fire materialized in the sky, forming a concentrating circle of nine fiery rings.

Mastering this trick and a special type of liquor to move the rings up in the sky took quite a lot of practice.

Clap, Clap, Clap!

Madam Porcia clapped, and a moment later, the girls burst into applause, which lasted for over a minute.

"Amazing, Madam Utsa; simply amazing," praised Madam Porcia. "Thank you, Madam Porcia," I replied and graciously absorbed the girls' compliments.

Two hours passed, and we remained in the courtyard before it was time for us to leave.

"Thank you for honoring us with your presence, Madams. You have made my girls really happy," said Madam Porcia as we returned to the villa.

"The honor is ours, Madam Porcia," I replied.

"I have something for the Velvet Garden, I hope. You will accept it," she said, but she didn't give me a chance to reply. She looked at two girls bringing a large painting of the woman.

She is pretty, not beautiful, but she seems to be a carnal incarnation. I am not interested in women, but seeing that, I couldn't help but feel attracted toward her.

"Drusila Aventina," she said. "She is an idol," I replied. The woman was the most powerful whore of Oton, but that's not what she is famous for.

She is famous for destroying a kingdom.

"I, too, have something for you and girls as well," I said, but the woman shook her head. "There is no need. Your presence alone was enough of a gift for us," she replied, but I smiled and took out a box from my storage.

It is a large glass box containing confections. Each one is decorated beautifully, making it look like a work of art.

Seeing that, the woman stopped and licked her lips.

"It looks delicious," she said, eyeing the box hungrily.

"A confectioner from the Velvet Garden made it," I replied. "Magical ingredients and the mist of legacy were used in its creation."

Master Silver gave me a lot of things to grease some wheels to achieve our objective.

These confections are very expensive and take a lot of time and effort to create.

I didn't plan to give it to them, but after spending time here. There is no one better to deserve this than them. There are also enough in it for all the girls here.

"Thank you," she thanked as she accepted the box.

A few minutes later, we were in the carriage. Moving back toward the bathhouse.

"The woman runs a good brothel. I wish we could recruit her and her girls," said Gloria, but I shook my head.

We could not. We might have a good feeling about them, but it might be a lie. We cannot trust anyone here; doing it would be very dangerous.

Still, it is regretful. I really liked the woman; she would have been a good addition to the Velvet Garden.

Silence enveloped the carriage, everybody with their own thoughts.

'Have you got any idea about how we will get the blood?' asked Tara. 'No, but I am thinking about it,' I replied.

Even in the brothel, this question was spinning in my mind, but I couldn't think of a non-suspicious way to get his blood.

Soon, we reached the bathhouse compound and went to our accommodations, a beautiful villa overlooking the sea.

I changed and rested. I had to meet Lord Aardwyn in the evening for our weekly meetings.

When it was ten minutes to six, I left the villa. I reached the bathhouse and waited by our usual spot near the common bath, which men and women still occupy.

It is occupied at every hour. It's a legacy; people are willing to come here anytime.

A few minutes passed, and I spotted the man. He is coming toward me with his son and guards.

He is a handsome man. More attractive than regular elves with high cheekbones and deep blue eyes, any woman would fall for him at a glance.

Unfortunately, he is uninterested in women, or Tara would have already finished her mission.

"Lord Aardwyn. Mr. Rylan," I greeted them. "Miss Utsa," he replied, and we began to move.

"Lord Silver had asked me to thank you. He had received the cargo you had sent him," I said.

The cargo contains small pieces of legacy—not more than one-meter square, which is nothing for this massive legacy. It also includes plants, water, and a few other things.

"I am glad," he replied. A few minutes passed in a general conversation.

He doesn't like meeting me, but it is in the contract. It is for me; Master Silver and Caena want me to get an idea of the man.

He does that while he makes his rounds around the legacy.

"I have to inform you of something important," he stated. "His Excellency Prince Lucidian is coming to the legacy at the end of the month," he informed.

I am not surprised. It is a legacy, and princes visit it every year. A few days before we came, another prince had visited it.

"The dueling prince?" I asked, and "Yes," he replied with a smile.

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"The prince is very good, but every time, he comes. He gives the father the honor to dual with him," informed Rylan, and the smile on the man's face grew.

Hearing that, an idea came to my mind.

"It is a great honor," I praised with a big smile. "I wonder if the lord would give me the honor to spar with me?" I asked, surprising both father and son.

"You are a mercenary," said Rylan, snobbishly.

"Yes, not refined as the Lord Aardyn, but Master Silver had praised me that I was good with the sword whenever I spar with him," I replied and saw hesitation disappear on the man's face.

"It won't be a problem. It's been a while since I fought with a basic warrior," he said.

The nobles are the creatures of ego. He didn't want to spar with the mercenary until I told him I used to spar with Master Silver, who he considered an adversary.

He will be fighting a great battle with him in a few months. Defeating me in a spar will give him a huge ego boost.

"Thank you for the great honor, my lord," I thanked and bowed.