“…today, we celebrate the founding day of our great city. Greltheaven has come a long way since its humble beginnings, and we are all proud to call it home.
On this day, we thank our great Prince Grelt for his vision for founding a city that has become a place of opportunity and prosperity,” said Count Darrow, and thousands of people cheered.
The whole square is jam-packed with people. There are more people here than the day Prince Grelt had inaugurated the city.
There is not a place to even stand.
It is a nightmare for the city guards, and there have been some hiccups in arrangements that made the Counts angry.
Thankfully, I am not responsible for the management and saved from the Count’s wrath.
The Count finished his speech in a few minutes, and heads of the guilds began.
It took another two hours before we were able to leave the stage. There will be a few programs for the public, while for the important people; a party at the Count’s mansion.
Last year, I did not get to attend his party.
Neither my brother nor my uncle had taken me with them. This time, I am one of the important people here.
It is still hard to believe, that so much has changed since the past year.
“Atticus, I am disappointed,” said Count, looking at Commander Atticus angrily.
The crowd was really too much, and many were able to jump over the fence and run toward the Count before the guards stopped them.
It is a serious breach of security, especially at a time like this, where the assassination is happening everywhere in the empire.
Atticus opens his mouth, likely to throw the blame at his underling, as he did earlier, but closes it a moment later, seeing the expressions on the Count’s face.
A few minutes later, we reached the mansion, and the party started soon after.
A lot of important people have been invited and while they have not come personally, they have sent their representatives.
Lord of Deerpond had sent his adviser, Marquess Gats, defender of Dustorn Fortress, to send his son. Even Oksall and a couple of merchant cities had sent their people.
I am meeting and talking to a lot of people and wish Carla would be here with me. It would have been great for her.
Unfortunately, she couldn’t come here.
I had stayed until late at night; I didn’t leave till the last of the guests had left for their accommodation or the suit they had been assigned.
They are my responsibility and I think I have done a wonderful job.
Tomorrow they will leave, and I will be free to focus on the important work.
I only slept for three hours in the night, before waking up before dawn. From then, I made a couple of trips to the port and two to the city gates to drop off the guests.
“My lord,” I greeted the Count as I and Lancel came back from dropping off the last guest.
“How was Russo Gats, has he said something?” he asked, with faint nervousness flashing in his eyes. “No, the bastard didn’t say anything other than the polite bullshit, even when I had prodded,” said Lancel angrily.
Marquess Gats is an important man. He is the most powerful man in the Renwell region and has the biggest army, guarding the region against Tabes.
“Any hints?” he asked as he turned to me.
“A little, from what I could understand. His father planned to remain neutral in this conflict.” I replied.
It is also the official stance of the Marquess Gats.
“The man is too smart.” Said the Count and sighed.
He is not saying Gats will remain neutral, but the stance will change on the conditions. Marquess had a chance to lead the elite corps, but he had declined the offer and instead chose to lead the armies to conquer the renwell region.
Which he accomplished, without using any elite legion.
“That is all for now, Remus,”
Knowing I was dismissed, I bowed and walked out of his office and went to my manor, where I had dinner, before sleeping.
I was so tired that I didn’t even go to the establishment. There are a few things, I wanted to discuss with Caena before we meet with people coming from the merchant state.
The next day, I woke up at my usual time before dawn; trained, and then went to the Count. After that, I went directly to the establishment.
“The new ritual charms seemed to be working great,” I said to Caena. “Yes, I am hearing the praises of those dishes from every patron,” she replied.
We are imprinting the very dishes into the establishment. Though, not all of them, just our signature dishes that Drev had designed.
They are so good, that they didn’t need the aid of anything, and it is why we are imprinting them to the establishment itself.
It will not only make the food more sensory appealing but will also help the chefs in creating those dishes. Most of them are complicated; only a few are able to cook them.
I had imprinted many things, from spa treatments to liquor to music and many other things, including the services, which I had planned to offer in the future.
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It is great that despite her responsibilities, Caena is still creating the charms and her speed has increased since I had given her access to emotions that the establishment gathers.
Past month, she had crossed the target of a hundred, and this month; it had been one hundred and twenty-one. With such ritual charms, I am imprinting everything I can.
It might seem like I might be struggling for things to imprint, but that is not the case, there is a long list.
However, that list is filling fast, and I am starting to have difficulty coming up with a new thing for imprinting.
The ritual charms are also costing me a lot, but given their value, I do not care about the money. I am providing Caena with everything she needs and more.
‘Master Silver, they have arrived,’ rang through the magical intercom and a smile appeared on my face.
They have arrived.
“Sent them in,” I said.
Click!
A second later, the door opened, and Carla walked in, and with her was Margaux. These two are not alone. They have brought two more people, men.
One is a middle-aged man with blond hair, while the other one is a tall man who is in his early thirties with elvish features.
His features are heavier than Valentina's. That one could tell with a glance that he is elf blood. Such people wouldn’t be able to walk in the mainland empire, but here in Greltheaven, there is no restriction on them.
“Mr. Silver,” they greeted.
“Welcome back to Greltheaven, gentlemen,” I said. This isn’t our first meeting, but I planned to finalize things today.
They sat down in front of me, took out and roll, and spread it in front of me.
“According to your requirements and the designs you have provided, we have created several models,” said Ardin, the older man, and activated the tool.
It took a few seconds, and he tapped on a few runes and soon, five models appeared in front of me.
“These models belong to the Owlspring building,” said Madrys, the younger man.
All the models share similarities with the original building I had seen more than a week ago. Which I am planning to refurbish and renovate instead of destroying and building a new one in its place.
A lot of work will need to be done, but it will be ready quickly compared to the buildings in two cities, which I am building from scratch.
“Third, one,” I said, and he tapped on the runes. Immediately, the third building became big, and I looked at it carefully.
“Expand the fifth one,”
The fifth model appeared before the third, and I looked at them carefully through every angle.
“Make the shade of pink slightly lighter and take windows from the fifth,” I said, and he touched the runes and within a second, the changes appeared.
I looked at it and asked for more changes, some tiny, some were big. They did as I had asked them and finally; I was satisfied with it.
“Good. Now, interior,” I said, and immediately five interiors appeared in front of me.
I chose the one and started to change, add and remove the things I liked.
I am making it in the shadow of the establishment, but I am not copying everything. The place will have its own identity, despite sharing the name the name with the establishment.
It is why, I had added the uniqueness of the Owlspring in it and they have done a good job, in bringing what I had described in these models.
I hope they have done the same in the other two designs.
“This is perfect,” I said as I looked interior and exterior of the model in front of me.
“Do you guys have anything to add?” I asked Carla and two. “Yes, few things,” she replied, and all three started to give their opinions.
I had accepted most of them, as they were good. They have been in business for decades and have their view on it.
“Should we finalize it, Mr. Silver?” asked Ardin after we had done with it. “Yes, do it,” I replied, and he tapped on the few runes.
“Next is Taveb,” he said and a few seconds later, new models appeared on it.
It was late afternoon when we finalized three designs and signed the contract.
“Hope your firm will finish in time,” I said, and both of them smiled confidently. “Have no doubts about it, Mr. Silver,” said the younger man, before leaving my office.
“We have two months,” said Carla softly, and I nodded.
In two months, they will be finished with the refurbishment and renovation of the Owlspring building.
“It is earlier than we had thought, but we can manage,” I said with a confident smile.
They are not the only ones who are confident, but I am too; my girls are good, they will charm the Owlspring, they had charmed the Greltheaven.
The other two brothels will be finished in four months; they could be finished sooner, but I do not have money.
The four months are good. It is much better than opening all three of them at the same time, which I was planning to do before.
The opening of the Owlspring establishment in two months will give me a good idea about the merchant state and help the two that will be opening later.
“It is exciting. We are finally expanding,” said Carla as she took my hand, and I could see she was truly excited, seeing how her hand was shaking, just like mine.
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