City of Desire Novel Chapter 809: Brocks Brasserie

The carriage stopped on the bustling cobblestone street, and I stepped out of it.

In front of

is a two-story building with arched windows and bronze lanterns, which are lit, even during the afternoon. It brings a certain charm to the building, shrouded in the colorful mist.

I could see the signboard with the nu written on it with chalk, and people dining and drinking at the tables outside.

One could even see the inside through the crystal glass of the windows.

It feels casual yet refined, with uniford waiters serving the patrons with speed and grace.

This is Brocks Brasserie, the only legacy in the city of Owlspring.

I stared at it for a few seconds and walked toward it. People looked at , so even recognized . I recognized a few and nodded as I walked toward the door.

As I had just reached it, a man in his early fifties ca out. He is a large man with broad shoulders and an enviable jaw. He has dark brown hair and a beard that suits him quite well.

"Lord Silver, thank you for gracing my humble establishnt," greeted the man.

"It's very humble, Lord Berison," I replied. Making the man laugh.

The legacies could never be humble— even the most unassuming of establishnts will lose its humbleness when it becos a legacy.

"Co, let

show you my establishnt and introduce you to so people," he said, and we walked inside.

The legacy was filled with people, and not a single seat was empty. There are long tables and small tables, with people sitting crowded together.

Most of them are wealthy individuals who would never sit in such a crowded place, but in a legacy, they will do so happily.

I turned to the long bar of polished bronze and enchantnt where a couple of bartenders were working with grace and experience.

I looked at it before closing my eyes for a mont and feeling its power.

Every legacy is distinct, and I could feel its vision. I could also feel the power of its master. It is a pawn to a Grade IV throne.

It is due to this that he was able to construct the upper floor above the legacy. He does not have an expansion skill. The throne does.

I felt eyes on , and I nodded at a few familiar people before he took

to the floor above.

Soon, we reached the top floor and he opened the door. I walked inside and saw the room filled with people, all of whom turned toward .

"Ladies and Gentlen, I present to you Lord Silver, Lord of Velvet Garden," announced Berison.

"I can see you have invited a lot of familiar people, Lord Berison," I said, and the man laughed. "A lot of people wanted to et you," he replied.

I could see a lot of familiar people: a few rchant lords, rchants, alchemists, and many other people.

I have t many of them, but there are so I have not. Berison had given

this excellent opportunity to et all these people.

He led

inside, and soon we stopped in front of a man in his early forties. He is soone I know.

"Lord Silver, this is Lord Garlin Luthwen, the heir of the Luthwen Salon," he introduced. Luthwen Salon is a Grade IV legacy, master of Brock's Brasserie.

"It's nice to et you again, Lord Silver," said the man. "It is a pleasure, Lord Luthwen," I replied with a smile.

"How is Lady Yalta?" I asked about his mother, the master of Luthwen Salon.

"She is great and has been asking when you are going to throw the party to celebrate the advancent of Velvet Garden," he replied.

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I could feel the ears turning toward us. I have not thrown the party for the legacy's advancent.

I did throw the party of victory in the war against the undead and the conquest of Gailhorn, but not of the advancent.

"I will after I finish reconstruction of the legacy," I replied—for the first ti, admitting openly that the legacy had expanded.

People may already assu it, but assuming it and knowing it are two completely different things.

Here, I had confird it.

I have been waiting for such an opportunity. Here are important people with powerful connections; they will spread the news far and wide, before dawn the next day.

"I hope that is not far off?" he asked, and I smiled.

It's going to take ti, which is the reason why I am focused so much on Vanis's Tavern. Once it is completed, I will start work on the Velvet Garden.

I will begin it before that, but I will close the legacy down only after the Tavern reopens.

I spoke with him for a minute more and then moved on to another person. He is one alchemist, and the one who recently moved to Inam.

Lord of Inam has been able to poach him from Tisar. He is doing that with a lot of people.

The emotion essence I am providing him is greater than what the Brasserie gives him. I am also giving his alchemists nurous orders.

That made him poach alchemists from other states and kingdoms.

My own alchemist has begun crafting the emotion essence potions, but they have not yet reached Grade IV.

I also didn't have the required scale, which I am working hard on building. However, until then, I depend on rchant states, with Owlspring being one of the biggest beneficiaries.

Soon, Berison walked away while I started to mingle on my own.

I had just finished talking with one of the rchant lords when a familiar green-haired half-elf appeared in front of .

"Lord Silver," he greeted. "Alchemist Aryveson," I replied. It has been a while since I saw him.

The first ti I saw him was when I delivered the emotional essence to him, which nearly got stolen outside his store.

Instead of expressing even a hint of regret. That man even said it would have been my fault if that had happened.

"It's been a while, Lord Silver," he said. "It has been, Alchemist Aryveson," I replied. The old man and I felt the privacy covering us.

"Are you still angry with

about that incident, Lord Silver?" he asked. I would have played a fool, but there is no need to do that.

"Of course, not. Alchemist Aryveson," I replied, and I am not.

"When you ca that ti, I was going through a bad week. The recipe I had been working on was failing repeatedly, wasting a lot of resources."

"I was stressed and conveyed so of that on you," he explained without apologizing.

He didn't seem like he was in a bad mood; his mood had only beco bad when I had pointed out the lax security around his store.

"That was a long ti ago, Alchemist Aryveson," I replied with a smile.

Of course, I am not angry at the man, but I didn't favor him either. I didn't give him the contract for the potions, like I do with many alchemists.

He has asked for it many tis, since my legacy had been Grade I. He even ca to Greltheaven.

Still, that doesn't an he didn't get the emotion essence. He does; he is one of the top alchemists of Owlspring, and its lord provides it to him.

He would have gotten more if he had had a good relationship with .

Which he did not, and I have no interest in improving it. I do not need him. An alchemist better than him ca to

for emotion essence and even did a better job.

Unless he improves his skills beyond his current level, he can forget about getting any favor from .

"Have a good day, Alchemist Aryveson," I wished and walked away from him. He looked like he wanted to say sothing, even open his mouth, but closed it with sparks of anger flashing in his eyes.

I mingled with other guests, as there were many. As ti passed, more ca.

"I was mingling when a handso man in his mid-twenties appeared in front of .

He is tall and has long black hair, tied in a bun. This is not an everyday hairstyle, especially among humans. It is relatively common in orcs and so elves.

"Lord Silver," he said. "My apologies, but I don't think we have t before," I replied. To that, he smiled.

"We have not. I am Karos Fairlow from Orwin and Fairlow," he introduced, and I could see familiarity. I have t his father, not him.

His family runs one of the biggest law firms in the city.

"What can I do for you, Mr. Fairlow?" I asked. It's clear he wants sothing. So, I might as well ask about it directly.

He didn't answer imdiately. Instead, covered us in the stealth.

"I believe you have soone nad Ball Juras in your jail. His well-wishers have sent

to negotiate his terms of release." He stated that, and a surprise couldn't help but appear on my face.

I expected to face the attack rather than negotiations. I had even prepared for it, but I was a little disappointed when it didn't co.

I looked at him and smiled.

"Please tell his well-wishers that the Dominion of Greltheaven has no desire to release him until he goes through the procedures of the law," I replied and walked away.

There is no need to waste any ti on things I have no intention of doing.

I might have listened for another minute. If it had been his father, but I do not have to listen to him.

"Lord Silver," the man called, but I didn't stop.

Though a mont later. I felt his skill trying to stop , and a spark of anger flashed in the young man's eyes, activating my skill and pushing against his skill hard.

A mont later, the man's eyes widened, and he shook before blood leaked out of his mouth.

He lost consciousness for a few seconds and would have collapsed on the floor. If not for soone catching him.

He should be thankful that it is all I have done if I used the full power of my skill, much less my aura. The consequences would have been far graver.

What he did was impolite and disrespectful. I hope he takes this as a lesson and never does sothing like this again, especially against soone who is far more powerful than he is.

I felt eyes on , but I t them with a smile and resud mingling like nothing had happened.