Chương 586: Chapter 585: Words of Wisdom

"Lord Viscount," I said with a respectful nod. The man appeared to be in his fifties, his features bearing a striking resemblance to his son's. However, unlike his son's piercing blue eyes, his were a warm, steady brown.

"Lord Silver, take a seat," the man said, gesturing to the chair across from him.

"Thank you, Lord Viscount," I replied, settling into the offered seat with Eva at my side. His gaze shifted to her, lingering for a moment as if assessing her presence.

"I am glad they had sent you, Lord Silver. If Harrick was able to learn something from you, he might be able to advance this legacy in a few years," he said, glancing at the man standing beside him. The legacy had just been born, and the bastard was already thinking about the advancement. I wanted to shake my head. Instead, I laughed.

"I will try my all, Lord Viscount," I replied, and the man smiled.

"I believe you have been returning from Archmage City. When the synod directed you here?" he asked. To that, I nodded.

"I wish the legacy had been born a month earlier. I would have loved to visit the Archmage City," he said with a wistful sigh.

"It's a wonder," I replied, and he smiled. Though a moment later, his expression turned serious.

"I heard you will be opening a casino in your legacy next month?" he asked.

"Yes, and you are invited, my lord. I hope you will grace my city with your presence." I replied, and a smile on his became bigger. The man is a gambler. I heard he has a class for it too.

"I will very much try. It's been ages since I had gambled in a legacy casino," he stated. We talked about the legacy and other things for a few minutes.

"I hope you will permit me a few minutes alone, with Lord Harrick," I said and hesitation appeared on his face. These bastards never let the masters be alone. Lest they might do something they won't like.

"It will be just talking, my lord, and nothing else," I reassured, and he relaxed a little.

"Fine. I hope you will tell Harrick the secret of advancement, Lord Silver," said the man.

"Absolutely, Lord Viscount," I replied and got up. I walked alongside the man as he introduced me to his wife and two children, each offering polite smiles and brief pleasantries. Click!

"My apologies, Lord Silver. It's a little small," he said as he opened the door of his office.

"It's fine, Lord Harrick," I replied as I entered.

"Please," he said, asking me to sit in his chair. I shook my head and sat down on the opposite chair, while he sat down on his with some hesitation. As he did, I activated the Privacy and reinforced it with a faint amount of aura. That noble bastard had used some skill on the man in front of him. It is some sort of skill that puts a sort of mark on Harrick. It is one sneaky skill that I wanted to destroy, but that wouldn't be wise. So, I just silenced it, with Privacy and a little bit of aura.

"You are a master now, Lord Harrick. You should be more assertive about that position," I said as he sat down. If you stumble upon this narrative on Amazon, be aware that it has been stolen from Royal Road. Please report it.

"He is a Lord," he replied, understanding what I meant. I had been watching him. Earlier, he acted like a business owner. Who is feeling fortunate seeing the Lord come to his business? As an owner, shouldn't he be? Now, however, he is a master of legacy. From today, thousands of nobles will come and go in his establishment.

"And you are master," I stated.

"I am not telling you to not show deference, he is your lord after all, but you are master,""If you show complete subservience to him. He will command every aspect of your legacy and that will be a death sentence for your legacy," I could feel the expression of the man changing. The gravity of his new position seeped in.

"Always remember, it is you who is the master of this place. It was your vision that birthed the legacy, and you need to keep that vision untainted from any interference," I stressed.

"You need to stand your ground. When you feel it is not right with your vision," I added. I didn't plan to say this much, but I liked the man, and seeing how he behaved with the lord, I couldn't stop myself. The first wrong step starts on the first day.

"I don't think I would be able to decline. If he ordered me to do something," he said after a few seconds of silence. I could see the conflict in the man's eyes.

"I am sure most of the demands will be reasonable. If you feel they are unreasonable and against your vision. Just say directly that it didn't feel right to your vision, and they will back off."

"Their fate is connected to you and your legacy. They want you to grow. You are their golden goose," I replied, and the man smiled. For a minute, the man didn't say anything. He just looked around, raised his hand, and called the mist to him. Seeing him, I remember my first day. The memory is still clear.

"What should I do then? How can I make it successful and advance?" he asked, and I smiled.

"For the advancement. I cannot help you; it is your vision that birthed it, and it will be what advances it, but I can offer a few words of wisdom that I had learned in my small experience," I replied. Time passed, and I offered guidance and answers to his questions. I was going to spend a few minutes, but before I knew it, an hour passed by.

"Thank you, Lord Silver. Your words have helped a lot," he thanked us as we got up from our seats.

"If you have any questions or need any help. Don't hesitate to reach me," I replied the man. We got out of the office and saw a surprising scene. Eva is behind the bar with staff crowded around her as she teaches them how to use the mist. She is doing that with the gems, and the emotional mist she was using is from the Velvet Garden through an emotion essence drop. She looked beautiful with the swirling melted gem mixed with the essence.

Her mastery over the mist is truly the best—better than most who had true authority. Better than even Carla. Only two people surpass her—Caena and Bell. A few hours slipped by as I mingled with the Viscount and his guests, exchanging pleasantries and engaging in light conversation. Dinner with the Viscount and his family followed, a pleasant conclusion to the evening.

"I wish you would allow me to host you for the night, Lord Silver," the Viscount said as the evening came to a close.

"I appreciate your generosity, Lord Viscount," I replied, offering a small smile.

"But I've been away from my territory and legacy for nearly a month now. I'd like to return before the undead decide to visit in my absence." The room chuckled at the remark, and with that, I took my leave. Moments later, I was seated in the carriage with Eva, the road ahead stretching into the night. I talked with Eva and the man while looking at the city. My eyes fell on the armored woman riding beside the carriage, not far from the window. Aya Bandstone. I had paid a massive price to get her.

I could get a dozen at her level for that price. The reason is simple—her potential. I had heard about her battle and the way she fought. She impressed some of my people, but that wasn't enough to pay the price that I did. The thing that convinces me to pay the price is her medical reports. I have read what her disease does to people.

It would weaken people such that they can't use even half of their power, but this woman uses her power to its limit and can even defeat those with higher levels and greater experience. So, I decided to take the risk with her, and I hope it will be worth it. Little over half an hour later, we returned to the port.

"There will be a celebration in a few weeks. I hope you will attend, Lord Silver," said the man as we exited the carriage.

"I will try, Lord Lost. If I can't, I will surely send my representative," I replied with a smile. I won't be able to attend, but I'll send someone. These types of parties are good opportunities to meet new people and make connections. After a few more words, we walked to our ship and boarded it.

"It was a good legacy," said Eva as the ship began to sail through the dark.

"It was," I replied, looking at her beautiful face.

"You are looking at me awfully a lot today," she asked, surprising me. I didn't think she would be that direct.

"Not just today," I replied, and it's the truth. She is a beautiful woman. It would be a crime not to look at her.

"It does not seem like you have good intentions," she said, and there was a challenge in her voice.

"I do not," I replied and stepped closer while drinking in her sight. I didn't move further. I have shown my intention, and it is up to her now. I wanted to make a move on her a long time ago, but I was hesitant due to several factors. I did today because I felt she wanted this, too. She kept looking at me for several seconds with those deep eyes. Searching for something, which she seemed to find, she finally took a step forward. The next moment, our lips met.