Chương 532: Chapter 531: Recruitment II

Adul Karos"Come out," said the young dwarf as the guard opened the carriage door. The girls began to step out, and soon, it was my turn. I stepped out immediately, and my eyes fell on the most beautiful place I had seen. I had heard so much about it. There is not a single whore in Owlspring that doesn't know about the velvet garden. Every whore knows someone who is in the velvet garden. Six women I had worked with are in a velvet garden. They are who I am aware of; there might be more.

I didn't know any of them personally. Many nights, I wished I knew them. Some of the girls working in the velvet garden have brought their friends' contracts and got them jobs in the city.

"That's Beka!" I was looking around when Tamsin nearly shouted in recognition. I looked at her before following her gaze to the woman she was looking at. A beautiful woman in a blue dress with the guards behind them.

"Do you know her?" I asked.

"Yes, we worked in the same brothel five years ago," she replied with a clear look of envy.

"She changed so much that I almost didn't recognize her," she added softly. I looked at the beautiful woman and not in any way; I could think that she was a whore. She looked like she was some rich merchant's daughter. It is not just how she is looking and dressed but the very way she is standing and talking. There is a cultured grace that even the whores with Grace Skills didn't have. Some other people seemed to recognize her, and a few even called her out loudly. She looked at them but didn't respond.

"Line up," ordered Bumi. A minute later, we are standing in neat lines.

"Follow me," said Beka and walked toward the gate. We followed behind, and soon, we stepped inside it. I looked around and saw the girls. They are the girls of the velvet garden. Looking at us from a distance, some girls recognized them and called them out, All of them looked beautiful, with radiant skin and shining hair. Their eyes didn't hold the bleakness that is so common with us whores. Instead, there is a light. Like Beka, they looked but didn't respond.

Some opened their mouths but closed them a moment later.

"Arrogant bitches. Thinking they are better than us just because they work for the legacy. They are still whores, like us," said Temsin angrily. I don't think they are not talking to us because they are arrogant. Some seemed like they genuinely wanted to talk. Seeing how they had opened their mouths before closing them. But I might be wrong. Condition changes people. They are working for the legacy, earning the amount of money that we couldn't even dream of; it is more than enough to change people.

Soon, we reached the three-story building on the left side, and Beka opened the door. She stepped inside, and we followed. Soon, we appeared in the hall with cushioned chairs. There are also beautiful paintings in here and a bookshelf.

"All of you sit," she ordered.

"When will the interviews begin?" asked someone from the front as we all sat in the chairs.

"At eight," she replied, and my heart started to beat in nervousness as there were only fifteen minutes to it. I need to get into the velvet garden, not for me, but for my child. It is hard. Seeing they have interviewed over a thousand before, selecting eighty-two of us. I am not as beautiful as the other others. Nor could I laugh like them; I didn't even have a seduction skill, which is most common among whores after Lv. 10.

If you stumble upon this narrative on Amazon, be aware that it has been stolen from Royal Road. Please report it. The only reason I am still in a brothel is because some people prefer my body type.

"A breakfast arrangement had been made in the other hall. There are also washrooms where you can all freshen up,""Read books from the shelves to pass the time. The interviews will probably last till night," she informed.

"Just don't miss your interview. You won't get another chance if you miss your name when it is called out," she warned and looked at Bumi. He moved and pinned the pages to the board.

"This will be the order of interview," he informed before sitting on the chair beside Beka. I looked at it, but it was too far away.

"Where is my name?" I asked Tamsin. She had an Eye Skill from her secondary class.

"Number twenty-eight. Mine is twenty-four," she replied, and I heaved a sigh of relief. I don't want to be first. Last time, I was, and I was so nervous every moment of the interview, that I barely remember the questions they asked. However, I know what they asked as they asked everyone nearly the same questions.

"Should we go to eat breakfast?" she asked. Several girls are getting up and walking out of the hall.

"We should wait until a few girls finish with the interview," I replied. I am not feeling hungry. There is normally no breakfast in a brothel. We eat lunch primarily.

"I hope it's something good. It should be delicious; its legacy," said Tamsin, licking her lips. I didn't say anything. It was five minutes to eight when the dwarf woman returned. She looked at us before sitting down and talking to the two. While I got up and walked toward the shelf before picking up the book. I love to read. The last book I read was a year and a half ago. A patron forgot it and didn't come back for it. Not that he would have gotten it back. Once you forgot something in the brothel.

You can forget about getting it back. Finally, it was eight when all three turned toward us.

"Matty Smith," called Beka. Immediately, a woman in her early twenties got up nervously.

"Gans will lead you to the interview," she instructed, pointing toward the guard. Exiting the hall a few seconds later with her. I could feel the girls turning serious. All the smiles and curiosity vanished. Though mood had only lasted for a minute before the girls began to talk again. I listen to conversations around me while looking at the clock. I wanted to see how much time each girl takes. Before the interviews took around fifteen minutes on average.

However, some took less than five minutes and more than twenty minutes. Mine lasted just five minutes. I didn't think I would be selected, but I did. The girl returned sixteen minutes later, and immediately another one called out.

"Zirva, question did they ask?" asked the girl behind me as the second girl returned.

"Can't say. They made me sign a contract," replied the girl.

"Fuck, I was really hoping to get some information," cursed Tamsin while I sighed. The information would have really helped.

"Let's go," I said, putting a book back on the chair. Tamsin and I walked out of the hall and followed the directions.

"Let's freshen up the first," she said. I nodded and walked toward the washroom. We opened the door and entered the most beautiful washroom I had ever seen. There is a huge mirror, crystalline flowers emitting light, and pretty bottles. I think the contents are the reason why so many girls smelled amazing. It's also spotless, without a speck of dust. A teen girl is standing there wearing what seems like a uniform that fits her perfectly. She is the attendant that the other girls were talking about.

Every washroom has one. Though she looked far too beautiful to work as the attendant. I looked at her before walking toward one of the stalls. When I came out, I walked toward the sink.

"There is no handle to these taps?" asked Tamsin. I looked, and there was nohandle to the tap.

"Put your hand below the tap, and the water will come out on its own," replied the teen with a smile. We did, and the water came out.

"Enchantment," I said. It could only be possible through enchantments, which made me sigh in wonder, given the money it has to spend on enchanted taps. I looked in the mirror and shook my head. Compared to Tamsin, I am average. My shoulders are too wide, and I have a stocky build because of the dwarfish ancestry. It is only one-eighth, but I still inherited the features. However, the dwarf blood isn't obvious due to my tall stature.

"Your class has the same feel as us. Why are you working here?" asked Tamsin, confused. To that girl smiled.

"I am not eighteen yet. So, I can't work in the legacy," she replied to our surprise.

"Besides, I don't want to work in the business. I am learning magic. I want to be a mage," she added with her eyes turning dreamy. I had heard about them teaching magic but never heard about anyone being able to cast a spell. I heard it is very hard.

"I hope you will succeed," I wished, and the young girl smiled.

"Any tips for the interview?" asked Tamsin as we were about to leave.

"Be truthful. If you lie, they will know it," she replied. We thanked her before walking out and, a minute later, entered the cafeteria. Seeing the food, my eyes couldn't help but widen. There is a buffet of food staged beautifully. Everything I can think of is here. Fruits, bread, eggs, desserts, juices, and things I couldn't even recognize. Additionally, two chefs are making fresh omelets, creps, and other things.

"I don't think I have been as hungry as I am right now," she said, looking at the food. A few minutes later, we sat with our plates filled with every kind of food.

"I wish Avi had been here," I said. My son, he is in Owlspring.

"Don't worry. If we get selected, this kind of food won't be just a one-off thing," she replied. To that, I smiled. I don't want much. Just not the life I and my child are currently living. We finished breakfast. It was the best thing I had ever eaten. I wanted to eat more, but I controlled myself. Overeating wouldn't help with the interview. Soon, I returned to the hall and sat down in my chair with Tamsin. Hours passed as one girl went after another called out for the interview.

I had passed the time talking to Tamsin and reading the book in my hand. Which is much better than the last one I had read.

"Tamsin Veylis," Tamsin's name called out.

"Wish me luck," she said as she got up.

"Good luck," I wished. I don't think Tamsin needs luck. She is a beautiful woman with her secondary class above Lv. 10. As long as she controlled her mouth. There is a great chance she will get selected. Soon, she disappeared with the guard. Minutes passed, and I waited for her. Soon, fifteen minutes passed, and there was no sign of her. I didn't get worried. The interviews of some girls lasted for half an hour. So, there is nothing to be worried about. It was nearly twenty-five minutes later she came back.

"I think I blew it," she said dejectedly as she sat beside me. It affected her a lot, her whole body was shaking. She might act tough, but she is sensitive and soft. The whole persona of toughness is to protect that side. I didn't say anything; I just took her hand in mine.

"I shouldn't have responded so angrily to that old woman's questions," she added after seconds of silence with tears welling in her eyes, which she tried to hide. Once again, I didn't say anything other than press her hand against mine tightly.

"Adul Karos," Time passed, and more girls went for the interview when my name was finally called out.