City of Desire [Kingdom Building]

Soon, the carriage rolled into the indentured market; I was not planning to come here, but since I had come across the huge money, I might as well check things out.
 
The market is huge but clean, and I did not see people in chains; they were in good condition, talking, smiling, or silently sitting.
 
It is not a slave market; slavery is forbidden in the empire. The emperor had even greater hate for it than people of other races.
 
Helena Salazar is also very strict with such matters, and due to it, the city of Namdar had a vibrant indentured market. Here you can get any type of person, from a fighter to a cook to whore.
 
Many people intentionally sell themselves to indenture and get the hefty money they need to pay their debts; some were forced into it as they couldn’t pay their debts.
 
There is also a third way, which is bad, a kind of a grey area where they capture people, especially in war, and force them to sign an indenture contract. 
 
It is bad business, but it is common.
 
Thankfully, with all its flaws, Empire does not do it, they will kill you, but they will sell you to slavery or force you to sign indenture contracts.
 
Soon the carriage stopped in front of a huge square building with a huge board of ‘Scents Indentures’ sticking on it.
 
I stepped out of the carriage and walked inside through the open wooden doors.
 
“Welcome, customer.” 
 
“What kind of people do you need? The scent indentures have them all,” said the beautiful woman by the door. 
 
She is very practiced in it; it will happen if you speak the same line thousands of times throughout the day.
 
“Can you call Waris Scent, please,” I said to the woman.
 
The smile on her face slipped for a second before it came back on. 
 
“You are?” she asked, “Remus Silver,” I replied, and her eyes immediately went to my eyes.
 
“I will inform mister Waris of your presence; please wait here,” she said and led me toward the waiting area before walking out, while her place immediately took by another beautiful woman.
 
I looked around and saw men and women talking to the people standing in the shop uniform; beside each of them had the name of their class and a broad range of their levels.
 
Here the name does not matter; what matters are your class, levels, and skills. On these three factors, the price of the contract is calculated.
 
Most people here are humans with different colors and complexions, but I have spotted a few orc blood and half-elf and even a few that looked like giant blood and dwarf blood.
 
It is sometimes hard to tell in their cases as humans sometimes could be tall and short. Though, if one studies them carefully, one could still verify them with racial features, especially in giant-blooded humans.
 
The elder races, like the giant, have distinct features and could be in those humans who possess their blood.
 
I was looking around when the beautiful woman returned, and with her came a smiling, bald, middle-aged man.
 
“Remus, do you have any idea how happy you have made me coming to my shop,” he said and took me in a bear hug before I could say anything.
 
It was uncomfortable, but I reciprocated and turned him with a smile.
 
“I hope this happiness will show in a discount,” I said shamelessly. “My friend, you don’t have to worry about the discount,”
 
“If you asked me to give you the goods for free, I would do it.” “There is nothing more important than my life,” he replied as he patted my shoulder, surprising those who heard it.
 
“That won’t be necessary,” I said.
 
“So, what kind of people do you need?” he asked. “The one I deal in,” I replied. To that nodded.
 
“Third floor then,” he said, and we walked toward the stairs; there was an elevator, but we took the stairs.
 
“As you can see, we sell the kind of indenture contract, you name it, and we will have it,” he said. “Currently, I only need whores, but I need something more; I will definitely come to you,” I replied.
 
“Good, you will not be disappointed with our goods,” he said.
 
A few seconds later, we walked inside the third floor, and it too filled with people, with many people looking at them, talking to them.
 
Soon, we have walked into a huge hall which had which had been guarded by four people. 
 
Walking inside, I saw a little different scenery; here, all the indentured people were all women, and those who were looking at them were nearly all men; only two women were among them.
 
The women are human, with different colors and complexions; I could even spot those from aeris island, the ones with faint pink skin. 
 
On earth, we did not have humans of this complexion.
 
I looked at hundreds of women, standing or sitting on the stool, wearing sheer black dresses, which gave a glimpse of what was inside but did not show it all.
 
As I read the notes beside them, all of them had notes bedside them, which had their class and level range. 
 
They have common prostitute classes, like prostitute, whore, harlot, and others.
 
“Here are indentured prostitutes between level 10 - level 19; we have higher-level ones in the next hall,” he said and looked at me.
 
“Here is fine,” I said.
 
Those who are level 20 and above cost at least four times what the contract these women would cost, but this is not the only reason me choosing the lower-level ones when it seemed to choose higher-level ones to benefit me.
 
It will not, as I wouldn’t be able to meld them according to my needs.
 
The classes changed and advanced according to their host’s condition; the lower the level they had, the better chance I would have.
 
With this theory, I should be taking the contract of those below level 10, but that is a different condition, as I will need girls to run my business, and since it is a high-class brothel, I am running, they need to be at least level 15.
 
Though, I am planning to buy some contracts of lower-level ones, level 5 below, to train them the way I needed from the beginning.
 
So, when they enter the business, they will have an advanced prostitute class and uncommon and rare skills.
 
As I had said, I have big plans, and the only thing I need is time and money.
 
We walked toward the woman close to the door; she was from continental Zenid like us, a northern to specific with her features.
 
“This is Sadue, level 13, Class Whore; she had fifteen years in the business,” he informed while using a privacy skill.
 
He specified her level, while information reads she is between level 11 to level 14. 
 
It is always good when people think they owe you a big favor, they go the mile to be nice to you, and he did owe me a favor. I had played a big part in killing the lich while he and others hid in the bunker.
 
“Where are you from?” I asked. “Ner, Kingdom of Sandar,” she replied in a faintly accented voice.
 
As I asked her question, I used my Worthy Goods; this skill is used to select the girls, but I never had a chance to use it on the girls. 
 
As a first time, I had got the girls with the establishment, and the second time, I had brought them remotely when they arrived; I saw no need to use it on them.
 
Though that does not mean I have not used this skill. This skill may be used only for the girls, but I am using it on everything I buy for the establishment, from the liquor to make-up instruments.
 
I had even used it when I went to Valentina to discuss the construction of the mansion.
 
At first, there was not any response other than a headache, but now there is a faint feeling. 
 
Earlier, it had helped me a lot in selecting the dress accessories for the girls.
 
Now, its response is not faint at all; it gives the result that I do not need to focus completely to read.
 
The feeling I am getting from her is on the positive side, but I am not going to make a decision on the response of the skill alone; I still believe in my judgment more than the power of the skill.
 
“Do you have any other classes beside whore?” I asked, and she looked at Waris, who nodded.
 
“Yes, Patcher,” she replied in a faintly accented voice, sounding slightly embarrassed. “In a clothing type, right?” I asked to which she nodded.
 
“Do you have any hobbies, play any instrument, know any language other than common?” I asked. The questions seemed to have surprised her but also surprised Waris.
 
He might have thought I would ask the common questions, like what type of skills she has and the sexual positions she knows.
 
“I do not have a hobby and never played any instrument,” she said with a shake of her head, “But I know Sanda languages; it is my mother tongue,” she added.
 
“Thank you for your answers,” I said to her and walked away before turning to Waris, “Do you have a list of her skills?” I asked softly, he nodded, and a page appeared in his hand magically.
 
I took the page from his hand, which contained all information about the woman, including four skills she had, three from Whore Class and one from Patcher Class.
 
Skills
·     Whore Class: Sometimes I Fake It, Night Long, Erect Again
·     Patcher Class: Fix Patches
 
All three of her skills in Whore Class are common; nearly every whore has one or two of those skills.
 
I read all the information front and back of the page; it not only contains information about her class skills and age, but also background information like where they are born, and which brothels they have served before.
 
Even the reason for their indenture. 
 
These people keep thorough information which helps, as problematic people can create reputational damage, which transforms into economic damage.
 
It took me a few seconds to read through all before handing him back the page, which disappeared; he took it.
 
I stopped in front of the second, younger than the last woman, who looked to be in her mid-twenties with shoulder-length brown hair.
 
She was standing with bored eyes; even when we appeared in front of her, her expression had not changed.
 
“This is Georgia, Level 15, Class Broad, with nine years of experience, and like us, is the citizen of the empire,” he informed.
 
“Do you have any hobby, know any language, play any instrument?” I asked and could see faint interest lighting up in her bored eyes
 
“I do not know any language other than the one we speak in the empire, same with the instrument,”
 
“Though, I have a hobby, carving. I have got the class about it,” she said while looking at Waris, who nodded, and once again, a page appeared in his hand, which he handed to me.
 
Skills:
·     Broad: All Nighter, touch of erection, pleasure scratches
·     Carver: Sharp Nails, Became Soft
 
“So, you can carve both wood and stone?” I asked, to which she nodded without change in expression.
 
“Thank you for your answers, Georgia,” I said and walked ahead; one by one, II asked the girls questions while reading their information from the pages.
 
Soon I finished thirty-two girls, all of them native of Zenid, mostly from the empire, before finally different came. 
 
“Caena, Level 15, secondary Class Strumpet, twenty-six years of experience and is from Herald continent,” said Rona and handed me the page.
 
Something had come up, so Waris had to leave; he left Rona in his place. She is the same beautiful woman who greeted me by the door. 
 
I looked at the woman in front of me; she was a plain-looking woman in her late thirties; she had medium height and brown skin, common to the herald continent, with black eyes and black hair.
 
Those black eyes of hers had quite a pull; that would attract anyone who looked at them. Those eyes reminded me of my grandmother; that woman was something else, and I miss her.
 
Remembering her, a smile couldn’t help but appear on my face with sadness.
 
The woman looked at me, and for a moment, I felt like she could see through me what I was feeling, and it felt intrusive that I looked away for a moment and cleared my emotions.
 
“Where are you from in Herald?” I asked, “City of Iesma,” she replied, and a small smile couldn’t help but appear on my face.
 
“Maires mons,” I said, and a surprise couldn’t help but appear on her face. “Maires sans,” she replied, the greeting after a moment of silence.
 
It is akari, the language spoken in Herald. My mother was Herald continent and taught me the language, among other things.
 
“Do you have any hobby, play any instrument?” I asked while reading her information, which surprised me.
 
“No,” replied with clear words.
 
“Mind telling me, your primary class?” I asked; Strumpet is not her base class, something else that is not mentioned here.
 
There were six more girls who did not have prostitution-type classes, but they were written. People like waris had skills that see through your classes and the skills of people whose contracts they sell.
 
Only in some cases, they could not see through.
 
Like the person being higher level than them, the class being more advanced than theirs, artifacts, there are many others for that.
 
“No,” she replied simply. 
 
My skills are also proving no answers as it is completely blank, which I had the first time, as there are always some answers.
 
“Thank you for your answers, Caena,” I said with a smile and moved toward the girl next to her, who was also from Herald.
 
One by one, I went through all the girls, asking repeated questions and reading their information. 
 
Soon, I finished with all the women in the hall, including the three from aeris island. They were boring, and unless I wanted them for my own novelty, I wouldn’t be buying their contracts.
 
“Has anyone caught your interest, mister Remus?” asked Rona, coming a little closer to me than it is normal.
 
“A few, but I want to check out a few more women before I give you the final list,” I said.
 
“You want to check level 20 and above?” she asked, to which I shook my head. “Level 5 below,” I replied, it surprised her, but she led me toward it.
 
One and a half hours later, we returned to the first floor and went to waris’s office.
 
“Have you selected the women?” he asked, “Yes,” I replied, and Rona beside me gave him the list of twenty-one; he seemed faintly surprised by my choice.
 
“Since you are my dear friend, with whom I had experienced life and death moment, I will give you a good discount,” he said.
 
“I appreciate it,” I said with a smile. 
 
Though, unlike me, he had not fought against the undead. He hid behind the guards, and when the bunker opened, one of the first people to enter was inside.
 
“I will charge three hundred imperials for women of Level 5 and below, five hundred imperials for women level 10 to level 14, and six hundred imperials for women level 15 to level 19,” he said.
 
“Yes,” I said.
 
It is a good discount; I have gotten a discount of around 10%-15%. It may not be as big as what Eva had given me, but still big; the money I have saved here will help me buy different things.
 
I have brought a total of twenty-one indentured contracts, seven women below level 5, eight below level 15, and six below level 20. All of them cost me nine thousand and seven hundred imperials, about a million crowns.
 
“Visit my store if you need any people in the future, Remus,” he said as he walked me out of the store.
 
“Of course,” I replied before walking toward my carriage.

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