In Voumi Town, life was as usual. The hunters and workers woke up before dawn to maximize the day, and the streets were slowly filled with merchants, mercenaries, and ordinary workers, dousing it with activity.
The workers would do their manual labor job from dawn until nightfall, the slaves would work beyond it, and the artisans would spend the entire daylight working.
The gatherers would collect as many resources as they could still move, while the Hunters would continue to risk their lives outside to get meat and pelt to sell and eat.
In contrast, the rich continued with their comfortable lifestyle.
Interestingly, at this time, the Lord’s Palace was holding a banquet of sorts.
This was a so-called celebration of Voumi’s greatness, and they invited people from all over the territory and beyond to join in Voumi’s first-ever ’Elementalist Slave Auction’.
A month ago, he sent the invites to distant towns from specific directions and even cities. While it didn’t seem like any City Lord or cronies came by, there were dozens of towns that arrived.
There were also some representatives from lower nobles from Cities, who sent their private mercenaries via the Mercenary Halls. (Rather, he made sure all those he invited were ones who’d have to use Mercenary Halls, otherwise, it’d take them at least a week or so of travel by cart).
The Lord opened several missions there according to the event’s schedule, and he had recommended to the visitors via Post that they could take advantage of it if they wanted. After all, these were territories with higher levels than his, and although he sent invitations weeks in advance, some of them might not bother or defer their visit until the last few days.
Of course, because of the regulatory controls in the Mercenary Hall system, he had to make the missions fit the pay and the level of the summons, which was troublesome, but he believed it was worth it.
Of course, he only invited those outside of his tier and those far away from this region— at least a thousand kilometers away.
Even if some towns of his rank came by, he wouldn’t be selling the products to them unless they paid a huge price. It wouldn’t do if these elementalists were used against him in a future war, right?
He also limited the stocks and limited them to low-potential stock of Class D and below (he was keeping all the decent ones and had already invested in training them). However, elementalists were elementalists, and Towns would definitely want even the weak ones.
He planned to do this every month and sell about 10 to 50 every time, though he would do 100 just for the event’s debut.
He had thousands of Elementalists, anyway. Not to mention, they could still ’hunt’ for more in the future.
He would sell them for even higher, which was estimated to make him thousands of Gold every time.
The average level 1 town would have a few tens of thousands gold in liquid funds. This meant he’d easily make thousands—if not ten thousand—a month every time he held an event like this!
Although Voumi Town was also a Level 1 Town, it had been so for several decades now. It had a lot more level 20s and 30s population than Basset Town, or many other level 1 towns, for that matter. ƒreewebηoveℓ.com
With the addition of thousands of Elementalists to his forces, he believed he’d be unbeatable in his tier!!
In fact, if he could, he would’ve preferred to keep things quiet—to keep the elementalists for himself.
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