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

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.

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.

However, he really needed some money. Not to mention, quite a few other territories were already aware of his source—if he wanted to take advantage, he had to do so earlier than others!

Besides, he couldn’t give decent resources to all those slaves, and not all of them were strong, even if they were elementalists. Many would likely just die from the many disasters, so it was better to get a bulk of money from them early on.

Heck, even teenagers here had much higher levels than a good portion of them!

Anyway, with several towns and others congregating in his Town, the force value in Voumi was currently at an all-time high.

The party was naturally held in the Lord’s palace, which was a large four-story building surrounded by a large open space filled with his private gardens and ponds.

In various areas of the large house, there was activity. There would be servants, food, drinks, female slaves, and the like all over, and there was no public space with any activity.

The stage was set in the front garden, which was well-maintained by at least a dozen hired gardeners, some of whom were from the Chancery.

There were chairs and tables placed in front of the stage, with food and drinks served as the guests sat and chatted.

This was quite a good set-up, and was actually an idea Mafo got from one of his trips to a City years back.

The patrons looked impressed and Lord Mafo smirked, chest puffed up in pride. He carried this arrogance as he climbed up the stage next to the host, who stepped back to give him the focus of the crowd.

”Welcome, dear friends,” he said. ”Today, as I promised in my letters, I will sell rare elementalists—for the sake of brotherhood.”

He paused and listened to the curious murmurs around before he continued.

”I can’t have them all, right? After all, we have many common enemies: beasts, other races, and nature itself,” he said. ”And I believe this will be a way for a closer friendship between our territories.”

He paused again, smirking at the crowd and enjoying their attention. Some of them were absolutely cynical and he looked forward to wiping those expressions off their faces.

”For the first ever auction, I will be selling a total of 100 elementalists!!” he announced, turning to the side to signal the beginning of the event.

The servants nodded and parted, allowing the slaves to enter from the side.

One by one, the elementalist slaves climbed the stage to be displayed. They came in all shapes and sizes, men, women, old people, and a few children.

Without exception, they all looked pale and devoid of life. Some of them, especially the women, looked like they were really dead. The only indication they were alive was that they were moving.

This didn’t seem to bother the audience. As more and more people came onto stage, the audience gaped in greed and fascination.

So many elementalists!

This auction... is so exciting!