City of Desire [Kingdom Building]

Chapter 527: The Pawn and The Throne

"Welcome to Yolmin, Lord Silver," said the half-elf, who looked to be in his mid-thirties.

He is a handsome man. Tall with blue hair and green eyes.

"Thank you, Manager Ulfys," I replied to the second in command of Whimsical Wonderland.

"The ringmaster is waiting for you," said the half-elf. "We shouldn't keep him waiting then," I replied, and the man smiled before leading us to the carriage.

Soon, the carriage moved, and in a few minutes. It was out of the bustling port.

I didn't talk to the half-elf much. I focused on the city.

Yonlin isn't the most beautiful or prosperous, but the city is well-managed with a good economy and a big part of it goes to whimsical wonder.

I wonder whether I will be able to make my city as big as this one.

It is a daunting challenge, but I believe the Greltheaven has the potential to become a city of this size or even bigger.

The only thing it needs to do is survive against the undead and the other enemies. It is for that very reason I am going to the archmage city.

Minutes passed, and the carriage turned. A few minutes later, appearing in front of the large gate with a whimsical wonderland written on it.

The carriage entered inside.

"The wonderland is the most joyful place on the continent. Here, you will find every oddity and act. From the fortune tellers to the exotic shops," the half-elf informed.

I barely nodded as all my focus was on the vast carnival around me.

It has everything the carnivals are known for. Jesters, jugglers, games of luck and chance, and everything else.

Its scale is huge, and the quality seems much better than any carnival I could see from Remus's memories. I am not surprised.

This is a place that is famous across the continent. People from all over it come here.

"The whole carnival is tax-free, right?" I asked. It seemed to surprise the half-elf. It isn't the question many would ask.

"Yes," he replied after the moment of silence.

The carnival is massive. It's open year-round, like amusement parks, and has a similar scale and size.

Forget the legacy; even the earnings from this carnival are enough to make one massively rich.

It could hold around seventy-five thousand people. There are fifty thousand people here every day. In the weakened, it becomes hard to get a ticket here.

Soon, the carriage stopped, and I got out.

"Lord Silver, please," said the half-elf and led me toward the beautiful tent, which was a few hundred meters away from the legacy.

I kept looking at it, wanting to go there, but I controlled the urge and forced my eyes on the beautiful tent as I reached it.

He opened the flap, and I entered inside. I have to say, I am surprised.

It is the most beautiful interior of a tent I have seen. There are beautiful carpets and sofas that I want to sit on, along with tasteful art pieces.

I looked at it all before turning my gaze to the middle-aged man sitting behind the table.

The man is good-looking. Albeit slightly overweight, which seemed to suit him. He has dark hair and deep blue expressive eyes.

"Ringmaster Galil," I greeted the man. "Lord Silver," he replied.

His eyes focused on me, and there was a surprise, likely because of my age.

Many people are surprised to see me. They shouldn't be. I am a decade older than I look.

"I hope the journey had been well?" he asked. Offering me the seat in front. "It was, thank you for asking," I replied and took a seat in front of him.

"I wish you could stay more than a few hours, Lord Silver. There is so much I want to show you in my wonderland," he said with a hint of regret.

"I want to, Ringmaster, but I am on a tight schedule," I replied with a sigh.

It is not an act.

I want to see the place, every part of it. It is one of the most famous places on the continent. It was famous even before it had turned into a legacy.

"Then I will give you a show. That will make you stay longer when you come to our beautiful city next time," He said, and I smiled.

"I can't wait," I replied and grinned.

"Ulfys, take Lord Silver to the grand tent," he said to the half-elf. "Yes, ringmaster," replied the half-elf with the bow.

Soon, I was out of the tent and moving toward another tent.

It is not a normal tent, but an extravagant tent. The biggest I had ever seen and also the most beautiful one. Covered in shining lights with dense mist swirling around.

"It's a unique legacy," I praised.

"It is the first tent legacy in nine hundred years and is much bigger than the last one," replied the half-elf, with pride in his voice.

The tent is indeed grand.

Covering fifty thousand square feet and as tall as the ten-story building. Making it one of the biggest legacies in the continent.

It's truly mesmerizing.

It wasn't so big when it had turned into a legacy. Nor does it have the expansion skill. Not directly.

It is the result of that.

Soon, we reached the tent before entering inside through the entrance, which had no line.

As we did, I felt the power of the legacy and it's incredible.

"It feels as powerful as ours," said Varza, surprised.

She has visited more legacies than me and always says, that she hasn't come across a legacy more powerful than ours.

"It is slightly more powerful than ours," I replied. Surprising her and others.

My legacy is the most powerful of Grade III on the continent. It might even give competition to those arenas overseas, but this one is slightly more powerful.

Though not because of its own might.

It is powerful but also different. Every legacy has a different emotion slate and feeling. This one's is joy.

Which isn't surprising. A circus is joyful.

People tell me that my legacy is too complex to pinpoint its feelings, but when they focus deeply, they can find the feeling, but it is different for everyone.

"My god! It's beautiful," gasped Baron Husk as he looked at the grand tent

He isn't the only one; even I couldn't help but be enamored by the grandness of it.

Every legacy is different, and I want to visit them all, but my position is such that I couldn't. I feel jealous of my staff as they could travel and visit the legacies they came across.

"There should be around ten thousand people," I said, looking around at the seating, which was packed with people.

"Yes," replied half-elf.

I could feel the gazes of the thousands of people as the half-elf took us to our seats. Some seemed to recognize me as I heard words like 'whorelord, 'silver,' and 'master of legacy.'

Soon, we reached our seats, or rather the mini-tent or suite.

"These are the best seats in the house. From here, you will be able to see every act," said Ulfys as we entered inside.

"Amazing," said old Ravill as he looked ahead. Seeing every part of the stage. There are magic and skills involved. Without it, it wouldn't be possible.

"Thank you, Manager Ulfys," I said, and the man smiled.

I sat in my seat, and immediately, I felt like I appeared in front of the stage. As I moved my eyes, the parts I wanted to see became clear.

It is better than even the arena.

Others gasped as they looked around. It is amazing, this alone impressed me. I would be fine if I didn't watch the show at all.

"I wonder how many of its abilities have come from the Master Legacy and how many from the throne," said Margaux, with Privacy covering us all.

"The increase in size is from the throne. So is the greater emotion scale. I don't think the abilities we are experiencing are from the throne,"

"Though their power had certainly amplified by it," I replied.

I am the host of Legacy, and I could feel the changes well, especially when I bought out the aura around my skin. Sensing the things more clearly.

I could feel what belonged to it, what was from their throne.

"Lord Silver, apologies to be blunt, but did you get any offers?" asked Baron Husk. I didn't have to ask him to understand what 'offers' he was talking about.

Margaux and Varza immediately turned to him with a not-so-friendly expression, but I smiled.

"Yes, some," I replied.

There is a reason why the legacies of Grade IV to Grade VI are called the thrones they have a subject, or rather a pawn, as most people call it.

Here, one legacy submits to another and becomes its pawn. In exchange, they get many of the throne's abilities, from their skills to emotion slate to a higher emotion absorption rate.

The throne could also increase the grade of pawn legacy forcefully if they are powerful enough.

They could also live as long as the throne. As long as the throne is alive, the pawn legacy will not die, either. It is the biggest reason why the pawn legacies accept to become the pawns.

It's a near-complete submission.

The master of legacy will not be the master. It will be the master of the throne who will have complete authority over it.

The only thing they couldn't do was remove the original master.

Though they could remove the legacy as the subject. That would make the pawn legacy die, but thrones rarely do that.

It cost them too.

It is why this decision is big for the pawn and the throne.

As I had, I had got many offers to become pawns. Including from the throne, whimsical wonder is subject to.

Of course, I rejected it.

Even when they promised to pull my legacy to Grade IV within a year.

My vision has potential; my legacy will advance to Grade IV. All I need is time, and I don't think it would be more than a decade.

I am confident about it.

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