After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World novel Chapter 376

Gill had been here for four months and this was the first time he encountered this… curiosity.

Of course, looking at the amazed crowd it seemed he wasn’t the only one.

He had heard of orcs before. Next to Goblins, orcs were the race the humans had the most contact with.

And by ’contact’, it didn’t mean the friendly sort.

Gill’s dark eyes stared at the newcomer on the stage, both curious and apprehensive. The man was a humanoid creature except he had a lot of furs and it gradiated towards the side of his face, like long sideburns.

His most particular feature though was his pointed elongated ears with red fur, which twitched involuntarily whenever there was a particularly loud murmur amongst the crowd.

Behind him, right below the base of the spine, was a slender bushy tail. It hung low and his shoulders were hunched, as if unconsciously showing submission. _{freeweɓnøvel.com}

It reminded him of foxes.

What a peculiar sight…

Gill’s eyebrows rose and he walked a bit closer and took a free seat, sitting down to see what happened next.

With his sharp eyes, he could see the creature’s—no, the man’s—eyes. He had green irises with an imperceptible ring of gold.

The orcish man was looking around with apprehension, though he was obviously trying his best not to show his fear, his weaknesses, though he wasn’t being particularly great at it—not in his experienced eyes, anyway.

The man also had plenty of scars and was a bit dirty. He was pitifully emaciated but Gill could see the rich men and women still admiring him—though in the sense of looking at a new toy.

Of course, no matter how pitiful, it did not touch the hearts of most. If anything, it was too normal and taken for granted.

Not caring for the non-human man next to him, the chubby auctioneer raised his hand to flashily introduce the ’item’.

"Now, for the finale!!!

"This is the half-orc captured in the remote village of Hoskle, on the border between the human and orc kingdom!" The auctioneer said with great enthusiasm. "When the territory was defeated in last month’s territory war, how surprised the victor was when they found not one, not two, but FIVE half-orcs living in the village!"

The man dramatically paused, making the audience scoot forward from their seats in anticipation. Then his shoulder slumped, looking disappointed.

"Sadly, one of those half-orcs died fighting us, another went missing, and the two women were taken very early on, so—This is the only one! This is a once-in-a-decade chance to own your own half-orc!" The flabby man yelled, his golden teeth shining on everyone’s faces.

"Starting price is 100 gold, increments of 1 gold!" He announced, raising his arm theatrically. "Bidding, begins!"

"110!"

"115!"

"150!"

"155!"

"160!"

"165!"

"200!"

Silence.

"I’m sure my cousin would love this specimen." A familiar voice slurred and Gill realized it was Cassandra. "I’m sure he’d be happy to share the view." She was talking to one of her new slaves.

It irked Gill to no end.

Also, who didn’t know her cousin was the lord here, let alone her father was a lord of a big town?

And… Jonathan was a well-known queer. He may not want to show off his lovers to others.

Long story short, no one fought with her for the half-orc.

"200 gold! Going once!"

The thought of Cassandra winning a handsome fox made him feel a little uncomfortable.

More importantly, while he was not sure how strong half-orcs were, he had heard of the impressive strengths of orcs. If he could bring him to Altera—

"Going twice!"

Gill raised his hand. "210 gold!"

Silence reigned in the massive room and all heads turned to him. Their eyebrows raised in curiosity, mostly with faces of watching a good show.

Who would go against the lord of a town so openly? Who was he?

"215!!"

It was Cassandra, and Gill continued to bid.

"220!"

This went on until it reached 350 gold which was already way out of budget.

Cassandra narrowed her eyes, but she reluctantly put down her bidding paddle.

She didn’t forget to send a glare in his direction though.

The auctioneer looked at them in alteration, interested, before bellowing the announcement.

"Going once! Going twice!" Pause. "SOLD to the handsome gentleman over there!

He clapped his hands, looking at Gill very carefully. "Congratulations! You now own your own half-orc!"

…

When the auction ended, the crowd started to file out of the building, but not without major discussions about what had happened.

"I wanted that half-orc!"

"Ah, we stood no chance."

"Who won it anyway? He dared to go against Ms. Cassandra…"