Chương 552: Chapter 551: Open Brothel

"Let's go," I said as I finished the lunch and swallowed my medicine. Jill pushed my wheelchair toward the door. I could not walk for more than a few minutes before it would tire me out. As I had said, I am not as healed as I looked. We stepped into the elevator, and it descended. It stopped, and we got out. As we exited the elevator, I saw two people waiting there. One is a dwarf, and the other is an orc. The dwarf man looked to be in his early thirties.

He had bronze skin, earth-brown eyes, and a luxurious beard that would make any lover of beards envious. I am sure the man is spending quite a lot of money on maintaining it as such. He is Hekhal Hardhelm. He is from the station. Beside him is the orc in a suit. He looked to be in his mid-thirties. Tall with blue eyes and a brown hair bun. His name is Rog Ushnar, and he is from the city hall. Both of them would serve as my guides to the red-light district of Vudiz.

While the red-light districts of Baxzar are well-known, they stand out as something unique.

"Lord Silver," they greeted.

"Thank you for being my guides, gentlemen," I replied. A faint surprise flashed in their eyes before they smiled.

"The pleasure is ours, Lord Silver," they replied. My wheelchair stopped beside the carriage, and I got up before stepping inside with Garzong's help. The carriage moved, and soon it was out of the compound. I looked around and saw streets lined with massive mansions and for these mansions. An impressive amount of wood was used, giving them a more organic feeling. I have read about unique architecture and seen photos, but seeing it with my own eyes is an entirely different experience.

"They are beautiful," I said.

"The dominion has mastered the art of combining wood, bricks, and marble, creating structures that are uniquely ours—ones that have stood the test of millennia," replied Ushnar, the man from the city. Soon, the carriage moved out of the high-end street and into the ordinary streets. I could see the people, most of them orcs, but there are also humans, elves, and the occasional dwarf. The city is bustling, which isn't surprising. Vudiz is as big as Owlspring and as prosperous.

I looked at the scenery and felt its vibrancy. I am feeling it in my veins. It is not a simple impression but also a response from my class. I have a Lord Class. As it advances, it becomes more powerful. Its power goes beyond the classes and attributes; it senses and affects the things around me. It is now letting me feel the city is at a deeper level.

If it rises high enough, it will start to influence the very domain I rule—affecting everything from the people and their classes to every other aspect of life within it. Much like in Namdar, the number of people with mage talent here exceeds the national average, with many possessing a strong affinity for the lightning element. In Baxzar, the dense forest isn't just a result of the natural environment—it's also shaped by the classes of the powerful, their influence strengthening the land itself.

Minutes passed, and soon, we reached the red-light district. They didn't tell me, but I could feel it through my other class—the lust, the desperation, the exploitation. It seeped into the very air, as palpable as the tension surrounding me. It bombarded me. I looked around it and couldn't help but get surprised. They took me to the posh part of the red-light district, which has beautiful buildings housing high-class brothels—not the part I want to see.

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"This is the red-light district of Vudiz," informed Ushnar. He didn't use the flowery words he had when explaining the places we had passed through. The red-light district was not a place that any city official would take pride in. Its reputation was something far from the polished image they liked to project. It is an underbelly, something they tolerate. Even when it is enveloped in pretty clothes, it can't hide from what it really is.

"I would like to see the open brothel," I said, surprising both the Dwarf and the Orc. Their eyes widened, clearly taken aback by my unexpected request. For this reason, I have come here instead of resting as I was prescribed. It is part of their culture, woven into the nation's very identity. While they do not take pride in it, most foreigners view it as one of the most uncivilized aspects—yet secretly, many desire to indulge in it. Some do. Many come to Baxzar specifically for it.

"My lord, it's not a thing. A man of your standing should see," said the orc. Hearing that, I smiled. Even Garzong smiled with Margaux and Varza.

"You forget who I am, Mr. Ushnar. This is my business. They call me the whore lord for a reason," I replied to the man. I wouldn't have been interested if it had been a typical red-light district. Those were common enough to be found in many places. But these open brothels were something unique, something I could only find in the Dominion. I felt him casting a spell. It's likely a communication type.

"As you wish, Lord Silver," he said after opening his eyes. He had likely got permission from the higher-ups. The carriage moved a little faster. The posh area of the red-light district lasted for a few minutes before the real red-light district appeared. The worn buildings. Women standing in front of them, calling out to the customers. This area is the authentic red-light district. I could see Margaux and Varza's expressions shift, their eyes growing serious as they looked at these women.

In their past lives, they had worked in places like this, which showed how they regarded the scene before them. The women looked at us, with many becoming surprised. Not just because it is a fancy carriage, but there is also the flag of the archmage city on it. It is the most recognized flag on the entire continent. People working in the station might come here, but they didn't come in an official carriage. Soon, the carriage took another turn, and I felt something from my class.

The feeling was more primal and raw, and it became more intense the closer we got to the big wooden gate. Soon, the carriage moved through it.

"Stop the carriage, please; I want it to explore it," I said, and the orc's eyes turned hesitant.

"Stop the carriage," he said finally. The carriage stopped, and my guards deployed before I walked out with Margaux's help. Once down, I quickly sat in the wheelchair. I regretted bringing Jill for a moment, but I soon dismissed that thought. The girl might be young, but she had experienced it all. The guards surrounded me while Jill pushed me while I took a look at the open brothel. It is not like other brothels; it is an open brothel because of the way it operates. I have to say... it's something else, alright.

My mind was reeling, trying to grasp what I was seeing fully. Like its name, it is open. On the simplest level, activities here are in the open. We could see people wearing masks having intercourse on the mellow ground in a drawn square boundary area. Some have beds, and few have a cover of some mist. It isn't just simple sex. Many girls are tied with ropes. Others are bound to wooden blocks. There is switching, hitting, and whipping, which even draws out blood. It is one big S&M club but without real restrictions.

It is what drew me here. I wanted to see how it works. I could see the disgust clearly on the faces of the Dwarf and Orc, their expressions twisted with contempt. Meanwhile, flashes of anger flickered in the eyes of Margaux and Varza, their usually calm demeanor replaced with a quiet fury, especially when they looked at the people whipping the girls. While we looked at them, many looked back at us with astonishment and surprise in their eyes. Though not one had called out to us, they just scrutinized.

"The life was bad for us, but this is terrible," said Margaux, shuddering in Privacy.

"They should shut down this place," added Varza. Hearing that, I shook my head.

"It isn't easy," I replied.

"This is part of the culture; it has broad support in the Dominion." It's similar to bull-baiting sports and whale-hunting festivals back on Earth—controversial, yes, but governments allow them to continue because they are seen as cultural traditions. Though this isn't some festival, it happens every day, and many women die as a result. Some governors have tried to ban it, and a few cities have succeeded, but they are in the minority.

As I mentioned, most of the tribes of Baxzar support it, and that influence outweighs any opposition. We were strolling when a fat orc flanked by two guards came running toward us. Ushnar waved at guards as they moved to stop him, and the fat orc slowly approached us.

"Lord Silver, Cubab Gnorth. He owns many of the open brothels here. You can ask him any questions you have," introduced Ushnar.

"My lord, it's an honor to meet you. I had heard so much about you and your magnificent legacy," said the man fawningly. I nodded at the man and turned to Ushnar.

"I would prefer someone with personal experience," I replied, surprising the fat Orc and others. They opened their mouth when I looked around and pointed at the half-elf woman standing in front of the group of girls not far away. She looked in her early fifties and better dressed than most girls—likely the madam.

"Her," I said. Ushnar sighed, hearing that, before turning to the guard.

"Jrav, bring her," he ordered. The guard nodded and walked toward the woman. I only chose her randomly, but when I looked at her clearly, I got a good sense from my class. It's such a regret that I couldn't use my skills. It would have helped. The guard reached her and said something that seemed to surprise the woman, but she followed the guard after some hesitation. As she came toward me, a surprise flashed in my eyes. She looked like a human but had elf ears and a light complexion.

It is why, I thought, she was a half-elf, but after looking at those broad shoulders and a few other things. I don't think she has the blood of only two races. I am sure there is some orc blood in her. Humans have broad shoulders, but such silhouettes of shoulders are common to orcs and dwarves. There is no dwarf blood. It is orc blood; other signs are all over her body, and my class laid them all open in front of me.