City Bidding!

William actually wanted to know who his father in this world was.

Yet right now, he felt like things were so hard for him!

Because despite all his careful planning and asking around to all sorts of factions—even the Black Leaf Elf King, his nominal grandfather—none of them would tell him, as all these fellows spoke in vague ambiguities and could not give him a straight answer.

Fortunately, he did not care either.

Putting himself aside, ever since he inherited this territory, the average Luck Value of the thousands of people in the entire town barely reached 10, yet hadn't he muddled through all these years?

Could it be that now, with his Luck Value multiplied a full sixfold, he would instead kneel before the Magic Sanctum?

How is that possible? My Luck Value has already turned into 6, a full sixfold Luck Value. That's sixfold the happiness, much stronger than before. William took a deep breath. As for the operations of the Magic Sanctum, he was also heavily prepared, which meant strictly guarding against them.

The Magic Sanctum belonged to the neutral faction, yet they themselves did not occupy cities.

They were more like merchants, surviving by attaching themselves to cities.

In fact, the Temple of Light, Mercenary Guild, and Dark Hall all operated this way. There were many benefits: fewer worries and great mobility. At worst, they could simply abandon a branch hall. But there were also quite a few disadvantages, namely that they couldn't earn too much.

As for William, he had already decided that aside from Dawn City and Beast-Taming City, he would not dispatch many experts to other places, and all garrison troops of Dawn City would be recalled to Dawn City.

As for the temporary grassroots administrative personnel in certain cities, killing them wouldn't