ALL NOVEL Chapter 138: Greska, Stone of the Mountain
"Yes Mom, I'm fine... No, I'm not injured or anything. Yes. Yes... I'll come to visit you next month... Okay, bye, love you." I hung up and closed my phone, turning to look out of the window at the night city.
It had been a week since I dealt with the brothel owner, and during that week, I had plenty of things to do.
First, I had to transform Lady Raven's character into a real person, giving her an official identity. I made her background as mysterious as possible: an orphan from another city, her parents died during a gate outbreak, and her parents were hunters, which explained the cash she used to make her successful investment into the Black Moon club. Aside from that, I set her age to be 21 years old, and her full name as Raven Night.
"..."
Yeah!... I know it's a stupid and cringey name, but come on, I was young when I used that name for my investment, so don't blame me. I'm forced to follow through with it now.
Anyway, the next thing I had to do was submit an application to the Hunter organization for my new guild. The application was approved on the spot, and the reason was money.
You see, the hunter's organization was created to manage and handle the gates and monsters. Their main income came from the adventurers who hunted the monsters, collected the loot, and the guilds themselves.
The system was simple: you buy the right to enter a gate, hunt monsters, close the gate, and collect the loot. The price would vary depending on the type and rank of the gate. The higher the gate, the higher the price, and the more you hunt and collect, the better.
There was another way of making good money while at the same time growing in strength and obtaining gate experience: the endless gates.
A special type of gate was first created by the Blood Queen. The process was simple yet complicated and mostly worked on low-rank gates. All you had to do was capture the gate boss; this way, the gate would remain, and you could secure the exit. When the outbreak happens, you slay the monsters that charge, attempting to leave the gate.
This way, you create a perfect hunting ground that you can use to train hunters, collect loot, and make money. Endless gates are very expensive, and only the hunter organization and major top guilds own them. As for me, a low-rank hunter, all I could do was pay for the right to enter and hunt the monsters inside. And this brings us back to money.
Money is power. And I have plenty of it, but I had to lay low and play smart because, you know, a mysterious woman suddenly appearing with millions of credits is bound to draw some attention.
Knock! Knock!
"My Lady, your ride is ready," Anna's voice came from the other side of the door.
"I'll be right there, Anna," I replied, putting the phone away and shifting back to Raven's body, the long smooth, dark hair, and the mesmerizing amber eyes.
'Ah... I miss the feeling of having a dick inside me.'
For the last seven days, I spent my time and money forming my guild and planning for the future. I had no time for fun except for playing a little with Anna. But today was different. Today was a holiday for me, and I need REST!
That's why my driver was waiting for me outside. Today, I'm going to pay a visit to my newly acquired brothel. Thanks to the Black Moon, that little problem was resolved in silence, and no one knew I had killed the owner. And to be honest, no one would care for a man like him. But again, I had to go through a five-day process just to legally explain how I acquired his assets.
"Let's go and have some fun."
...
"Hey, Boss."
"Yo"
"Good evening, boss lady."
My girls greeted me as I exited the mansion and headed toward the limo. The black car was a present from the Black Moon, as a welcome and sign of gratitude. Honestly, it was the best car ever. The seats were wide and comfy, the windows were soundproof and magic-proof, and the sound system was pure bliss. I could spend hours driving and listening to my favorite music, but right now I can't since that's what Nana would do, not Lady Raven.
Sigh... I wanna go back to the academy.'
"Hello, girls," shaking off those thoughts, I greeted them with a smile, glancing at the three women—or well, dickgirls—in front of me. A half-giant, a dark elf, and a high elf, all clad in armor, with weapons on their backs.
"Are you girls ready?" I asked.
"Yes, my lady," the two elves nodded, their expressions serious and ready, while the half-giant approached me with a smirk, asking, "Can I have some fun?"
Greska, Stone of the Mountain, stood over two meters tall, a half-giant with black wild hair and red eyes, and the most massive and thickest cock ever, with balls the size of an apple. Battle scars adorned her entire body as a badge of honor, and her strength was unbelievable—she could crush a human skull with her bare hands, as proven before.
However, she's a little cocky and arrogant. I understand that comes from her race and tradition. Giants, like orcs, respect strength, and if I want Greska to bend the knee to me, I must beat her into submission, which I can't do at the moment. Yet, she's a loyal servant, and I like it.
"No," I answered with a smile, turning around and getting inside the car.
"Why not?" she asked, frowning, a disappointed expression on her face.
"Because I said so," I replied, watching her walk around the limo to join me in the passenger seat. Thank God she could fit in.
"Take care of the house, okay?" I waved at Anna and the high elf, who stayed in the mansion as a guard.
"Yes, my lady," both nodded, offering a bow. As for the dark elf, she slipped into my shadow.
"Let's go."
"Yes, my lady," the driver answered, and a few seconds later, the car was speeding down the street, heading for the red district of the night city.
"Say, Boss," the half-giant started, her gaze focused on the road. "What's with the sudden guild creation?"
"Well," I paused, taking a few seconds to organize my thoughts.
"First, creating a guild was one of my dreams." I closed my eyes, remembering the childish dream of being the head of the top guild in the world, but that dream now seems closer to reality than ever. I know it requires massive bloody work, but with my new abilities and resources, I can do it... No, I must do it, for my mother. Morgana.
"And the second thing?" Greska asked, turning to me.
"Revenge," I replied, flashing a small, cold smile. "I want to kill someone."
"I see," she nodded, her expression unchanged. "So we are the same, after all."
"What do you mean, Greska?" I asked.
"Oh, nothing," the half-giant shook her head. "Just old memories."
"..."
I narrowed my eyes at the half-giant, wondering what she meant by that. The only logical conclusion was her status as a slave. In her file, there was no mention of how she became a slave, as most slave traders didn't care to write down a person's history, especially if the slave was an exotic race. Greska was a very rare case, as her race is mostly located in the southern part of the world, where a small nation ruled by a council of many races exists.
"As you wish," I smiled, dropping the subject.
After a few minutes, our ride came to an end, and we arrived at our destination.
"We're here, my lady."
The red-light district was a sight to see. The street was littered with many brothels and bars, and the smell was the same as always: sex, alcohol, drugs, and blood. The crowd was busy doing their own thing and didn't pay any mind to our limo as we parked our car near a building.
"Keep your guard up at all times," I said to the half-giant and the dark elf, who stepped out of my shadow, taking a peek while waiting for the driver to open the door for me.
"Yes, my lady."
The brothel was a decent size, not too big and not too small. It was called 'Rare Diamond,' a catchy name due to the previous owner's unusual interest. After finding out about it, I kind of slightly regretted killing him.
All of his twenty employees, whom I recently gained, were slaves, and all of them were non-human. Half of them were normal men and women, while the other ten were dickgirls from the magical races, and all of them were purchased from a slave auction at a high price.
Yeah, the last owner was like a collector, but instead of normal stuff like artifacts or coins, his taste was focused on slaves, mainly slave dickgirls.
'And they are all for me to suck and collect their essence.'
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