High Priestess: "Oh, that's right. What about the golems I ordered?"
With Chariot's reminder, the members of the Villa finally remembered that they still had orders that hadn't been delivered yet.
It wasn't just Chariot and the High Priestess who had ordered golems.
The Emperor, Hierophant, Lovers, Empress, Righteousness, The Sun, Magician... aside from Li Huai and Shang Chuan, who didn't bother with research or production, almost everyone had placed an order.
Some ordered dozens or hundreds, while others ordered thousands.
However, Lan Qingyou didn't just sell anything.
The golems she sold were primarily commercial models for industry, agriculture, and animal husbandry.
She didn't sell combat golems like the pink infantry, purple knights, or Black Mages, nor would she ever.
After so many iterations, the combat power of these battle models had risen to a terrifying level.
Furthermore, commercial golems were manufactured in the Northern Industrial Zone.
Combat golems, on the other hand, were crafted individually by the witches themselves, resulting in low production volume that made them impossible to sell.
Indeed, it was common practice among the witches who studied alchemy and golemcraft to create unique golems tailored to their specific combat needs.
Due to this DIY culture, the quality of the witches' combat golems varied wildly.
The good ones were truly exceptional, while the poor ones were quite lackluster.
But there was one constant: their aesthetics and visual appeal were beyond reproach.
The Tower: "The first batch should be fully completed around the time the auction ends. If you're free then, you can come pick them up yourselves. Just remember to clear some space in your cards."
The Star: "Alright, alright, so that's what you were waiting for."
High Priestess: "You really have to hand it to The Tower when it comes to business."
The Tower: "No, this was actually the idea of a witch in our tribe who graduated from a business school."
The Sun: "Has a major rival for The Moon's career appeared?"
The Moon: "Not at all. I've dealt with the Golden Witch a few times; she's a genuine genius when it comes to commerce."
Justice: "Well then, I suppose we'll just wait for the auction to begin. I trust that over ten thousand magic items can be auctioned off in a single day?"
The Tower: "Of course. The auction process is already set; half a day should be enough."
Justice: "Then I look forward to this auction. I expect it will bring us some unique surprises."
The Tower: "Guaranteed."
To be honest, it wasn't just Chu Yuan who was looking forward to it; everyone else was too.
Though they might know less than the members of the Tarot Villa, anyone with a clear head knew that the combination of the world's anomalies and the auction meant something significant was happening.
The mana turbulence would only last a few more days. The priority was to scrape together enough money to buy magic items and strengthen oneself.
It might look like the witches were 'easily' stocking up from dungeons.
But in reality, dungeons were not that easy to clear, and magic items were not that easy to obtain.
Sometimes, a magic item might be right in front of you and you wouldn't even recognize it.
It could be a candlestick, a piece of rag, or even a plain-looking stone.
Consequently, when others ran dungeons, they acted like locusts, packing up everything they saw and could carry to take back for identification.
This created an efficiency problem.
Larger organizations or races fared better; they could send more people and stay in a dungeon longer each time.
But races with small populations or minor organizations were forced to act like porters, making trip after trip.
Even then, if one out of a hundred items brought back turned out to be a magic item, they considered it a lucky find.
It was only because of the witches' myriad Magic Eyes—many of which functioned like identification skills—that they could harvest so precisely. Otherwise, it would have been impossible to gather so many magic items so quickly.
Then again...
Wasn't it because Bei Adolis knew the witches' traits and advantages that she chose magic items as the goods for the auction?
That was also why she specifically assigned Nangong Lengyue, who was supposed to be in charge of the Abandoned Land's security, to lead the team handling this matter.
Thus, everyone was gearing up, preparing to use this auction to give themselves a major boost.
However, since it was still the period of mana turbulence, no one could go out. They could only scour their shelters, cities, or the Hunters' Association to see if they could scrounge up anything to sell for cash.
"Clan Leader..."
In another location.
A person about 1.3 meters tall ran from the street into a small two-story building.
"Weren't you at the Hunters' Association?"
A person of similar height sitting inside looked up at the newcomer in surprise, setting down a water cup.
Earlier, upon learning of the announcement released by the Witch race, this little Clan Leader had sent the now-panting fellow to gather their people.
He hadn't expected the man to return so quickly, and he seemed to be in quite a hurry.
"Cla... Clan Leader, I just received an invitation from the witches."
"What!"
Upon hearing the words 'Witch race,' the little Clan Leader immediately stood up.
The Witch race—the top race on the continent that was currently the talk of the town—was actually sending an invitation to his Little People race?
It sounded absurd no matter how he thought about it.
The Little People race.
This was a very niche race with a total population of around five thousand.
The reason for this number—one Lan Qingyou had never even considered—could be summed up in one word: poverty.
When clearing dungeons, to ensure absolute success, they had poured all their resources into the clearing process.
As a result, after obtaining ancient blood, they had no resources left to craft evolution items.
They were forced to sell a portion of the blood.
Because ancient blood was a hot commodity on the black market, they ended up making a massive profit.
After crafting a batch of evolution items, the Clan Leader, who seemed to have developed a path dependency, simply sealed away the remaining blood as a strategic reserve, intending to use it only at a critical moment.
In his mind, five thousand people were already enough for him to sit on his high chair and bark orders.
"Tell me exactly what happened, slowly."
The Clan Leader should have been angry that the man hadn't completed his assigned task.
But things were different now.
It seemed the man had brought back something far more important.
The fellow took a dark purple invitation with gold-embroidered edges from his card and handed it to the Clan Leader of the Little People race.
"This is the invitation. A witch who came out of the teleportation portal while I was exchanging currency at the Hunters' Association gave it to me. She said it was lucky I was there and told me to bring it back to you."
"I see. You go rest for a bit, but don't go far. I'll want you to tell me the details in a moment."
Having heard his clansman's report, the Clan Leader couldn't wait to open the invitation.
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