Chapter 331: The Dwarf-folk's Calculations

On the front of the black gold-inlaid invitation letter with a kraft paper texture, sealed with blood-red sealing wax, a passage of text was written in the Karim language:

— 'By the Witch of Origin's Crucible and Typhon City's lapis lazuli city walls, I swear'

"It looks quite formal."

The Clan Leader of the Dwarf-folk complained a bit, and then opened the wax seal, taking out a piece of paper from inside that was also black and gold-inlaid.

...

Respected Clan Leader:

When you read this line, the thornbirds are carrying moonlight and sweeping past the spired tower of the Witch's Forest. In the name of the Typhon City Auction Association, we sincerely invite you to visit this city of Witches forgotten by time on the second day after the end of the magic turbulence, to participate in the first "Night of Magic" themed auction.

Three... two major reasons you cannot miss this auction:

1. Ten thousand items for auction: This auction will sell 11,813 items, including 2,496 B-grade items, 15 A-grade items, and 1 S-grade item.

3. Surprise finale item:

Auction process:

▸ 19:30 Typhon City Grand Fireworks Show + Buffet Reception

▸ 20:30 Opening of the Auction Hall, the auction officially begins.

Those who need to auction items please register before the fireworks show on the same day. Registration will cease when the fireworks show begins, and latecomers will not be accommodated.

'In Typhon City, every Silver Coin is engraved with the goddess's smile'

— Chief Executive of the Auction Association, Golden Witch Beatrice

...

"Tsk tsk, what these Witches wrote is quite elegant and literary."

When the Clan Leader finished reading the contents of the invitation letter, the Dwarf-folk who had just delivered the letter peeked his head over from the side and commented.

But of course.

One must know that among the Witches, besides those science geniuses, there were also many top students in literature.

A mere invitation letter was nothing at all.

But don't just look at how this invitation letter seemed well-written and elegant.

In reality, every invitation letter sent to these clan leaders was just a copy of the same one.

After all, it was just an invitation. If they wanted to come, they could come; if not, forget it. So there was no need to care too much. Caring too much would make it seem deliberate.

Of course, the Witch Race always treated everyone equally, only looking at the price.

Therefore, whether it was a race with a few thousand people like the Dwarf-folk, or a race with over a hundred thousand people like the Titan Race, they sent them out all the same.

"Why are you still here!"

This person's sudden voice gave the Clan Leader a fright, and he almost tore the invitation letter in his hand into pieces.

"Didn't Clan Leader ask me to wait?"

This Dwarf-folk blanked out for a moment.

"Did I?"

"You did, right?"

"Forget it, you make a trip back to our station."

The Clan Leader, who had already forgotten what happened earlier because of the invitation letter, simply stopped caring about those trivial matters, waved his hand, and told the Dwarf-folk in front of him to go back to the station.

However, the Dwarf-folk widened his eyes and stared at him in astonishment.

"Clan Leader, do you want me to die? There's still magic turbulence outside right now!"

"Oh, right!"

At the mention of magic turbulence, the Clan Leader finally remembered what time period it currently was.

So he patted his forehead.

"Didn't we get an Insulating Cloak that can isolate external magic last time? You wear that to go back... Forget it, it's safer if I personally make a trip back."

The Clan Leader, who originally wanted to ask his clan member to go back, thought about it and decided it was better to personally make a trip back himself.

After all, what he was going to get was something very precious like Ancient Blood; how could he possibly delegate it to someone else?

Putting aside other things, just selling this stuff on the black market could earn a lot of money. If this was put in the auction house, wouldn't it skyrocket!

After all, that thing was originally prepared for this kind of time. Taking it out now was exactly when it could be sold for a high price.

Although the Clan Leader of the Dwarf-folk was also the kind of person who very much enjoyed the feeling of issuing orders.

But as a Clan Leader, and also as the producer of Evolution Items, he naturally had to consider his own clan members.

With money, they could buy a few more magic items to arm themselves, so that the Dwarf-folk wouldn't become the kind of weak race.

So.

After he finished speaking, he proceeded on his own to dig out the Insulating Cloak he had previously obtained from a certain big shot. As he put it on his body, he walked out of this two-story building.

This two-story building was a property built by the Supreme Council around the Adventurer's Guild, and it was also the station established by the Dwarf-folk.

The reason why they rented this place as a station was mainly for the convenience of accepting missions.

Or rather, ever since the matter of 'City Recognition,' the Adventurer's Guild and the Supreme Council had entered a steady and rapid period of development.

During this same period, many cities had successively obtained the recognition of the world's will.

This didn't just refer to the main cities of certain races, but also included more Transmigrator cities.

Therefore, the Supreme Council, an organization possessing land rights, naturally became the biggest real estate agency.

Originally, houses in the protected cities were a rigid demand. But some bastard in the Supreme Council came up with the wicked idea of binding them to the missions of the Adventurer's Guild.

As a result, a decree named the 'Adventurer Team Executive Order' was enacted.

This decree aimed to promote the establishment of adventurer teams and prevent people from dying due to fighting alone, which would decrease the Transmigrator population.

It sounded grand and high-sounding, but in reality, it was just tying adventurer teams and missions together.

Because after the decree was enacted, only the commander or members of an adventurer team could accept missions. Individuals not affiliated with an adventurer team couldn't even receive a mission.

To establish an adventurer team, first you had to have a station.

Whether you bought it or rented it, in short, you had to own a station locally, and then you could take the contract to the Adventurer's Guild to find the Supreme Council personnel stationed there to obtain a certificate of recognition.

Finally! After obtaining the certificate of recognition, only then could you process this procedure at the counter of the Adventurer's Guild.

Furthermore, because it was a team, the minimum specification for this house had to be a two-story building.

So the Dwarf-folk, who originally had a station sanctuary outside the city, had no choice but to come into the city and rent a small building.

But even so, in normal times, the Clan Leader of the Dwarf-folk rarely placed important materials or items in this place.

After all, here, what he said didn't count.

If the Supreme Council went crazy one day, any random person in charge could come and confiscate his property.

This wasn't something a small race with a small family business like the Dwarf-folk could bear.

Of course, all the aforementioned things had little to do with the Witches residing in the autonomous territory.

After all, even the Adventurer's Guild in the Forsaken Territory was operated by the Witches themselves. Apart from connecting to the mission sharing system and material teleportation system of the Adventurer's Guild headquarters, there was absolutely no presence of anyone else.

Not to mention any personnel stationed by the Supreme Council at the Adventurer's Guild.

Here, no matter who came, no matter what decree it was, it didn't work in front of them.