Starting Today I'll Work As A City Lord

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Sedona City has developed significantly and gained a good reputation. While its influence is still limited to a few nearby small cities, it is vastly better than before.

For instance, the neighboring cities are aware that Sedona City is home to many beastkins and has provided shelter for numerous of them. However, due to the recent snow, the number of beastkins coming to Sedona City has decreased significantly.

Currently, there are nearly a thousand beastkins in Sedona City, which has attracted some unscrupulous individuals, such as slave traders. These people seek to make quick money by kidnapping individuals and selling them as slaves.

Such situations are not unique to Sedona City; they occur in many major cities. As long as there is a market for slaves, there will always be individuals looking to profit without effort.

In fact, the human trafficking industry is highly profitable no matter where it occurs. Just like the traffickers on Earth, who risk imprisonment to abduct people—why do they do this? 

It's all about market demand; they can earn substantial profits. Many individuals do not care whether the methods are unscrupulous as long as they can make money.

'.....'

The twelve slave traders Mina mentioned were all living in the same rented room. They first appeared in Sedona City as a pair, and as they settled in, they realized that this city had an abundance of high-quality "items."

For example, there was the fox beastkin named Annie who lived the lord's mansion, as well as a large cow beastkin named Ayesha...

They believed that capturing these two female beastkins alone could yield a significant profit, so they spread the word through special channels and summoned their gang.

This was precisely why the intelligence organization had taken notice of them. They were living in the same rented room in several batches, all strong men, which clearly indicated suspicious behavior.

The entire slave gang had been staying in the rental house for five or six days, gathering intelligence during the day and meeting at night to discuss their plans.

Tonight was no different; they sat together, engaged in a heated discussion...

"Scarface, we can move now. If we don't act soon, the higher-ups will start blaming us." One of the men urged.

"Yeah! We've already delayed too long. If we keep this up, we'll definitely be dealt with." Another added.

The leader of the twelve slave traders was a man known as Scarface, who was around thirty years old and earned his nickname due to a scar on his face.

"Quiet down! Do you want everyone to know what we're up to?" Scarface said in a low voice.

Everyone fell silent, turning their eyes to Scarface, waiting for him to speak.

"I already told you, didn't I? We will act when the time is right." Scarface said coldly.

"So when is the right time?" someone asked impatiently.

"Tonight is the right time."

Scarface said, "Haven't we already figured out Elisa's living habits? She usually stays at home during the night."

"The most important thing is, she lives alone in the entire building. This opportunity is truly a gift from heaven."

It was only natural for Elisa to be targeted by Scarface and his gang. Although she had made some efforts to disguise herself, her unique elegance and beauty made her stand out like a crane among chickens. For Scarface and his group, she was top-tier "items."

Elisa had also gained some popularity in Sedona City. She was known for her beauty and gentle demeanor, and since she worked in a pizza shop, many customers frequented the place just to catch a glimpse of her, even though she often worked in the kitchen.

As some common folks put it, if Miss Elisa were born in a royal palace, she would surely become a princess.

Scarface and his gang dealt in the high-end slave market, avoiding the low-cost, high-volume slave trade. 

Nobles and merchants were particularly fond of beauty, and Scarface's business focused on finding exceptionally beautiful women—whether they were human or beastkins—as long as they were pretty and charming.

They had channels for marketing these women; as long as a slave was attractive, they could sell her for several gold coins after a series of training and grooming. This was far more profitable than capturing a group of commoners or beastkins to sell as slaves.

Every year, there would be special auctions where beautiful women were considered rare "items." For instance, there were cases where someone offered an astronomical sum to slave traders to capture Princess Lucy.

Of course, there were those who were blinded by profit, but the results were usually not good. The beastkin maidens around Princess Lucy were top-notch experts.

"Alright, as long as we capture Elisa, our task for this year will be complete."

"I still think the beastkins from the lord's mansion are quite good too. If we can catch one more, we might earn a lot of gold coins."

"Hey! I think so too, especially that cowgirl named Ayesha. If we can capture her, the rewards could double!" 

"..."

The eleven men started chattering away, most of them mentioning Ayesha repeatedly. After all, she was the one who appeared most often around Sedona City.

"Thud!"

Scarface smacked the wooden table with his palm, scolding coldly, "Idiots, do you have a death wish? That beastkin belongs to the City Lord of Sedona City. If we capture her, do you think we'll even have a chance to escape?"

He had spent a few days in the city and knew well enough that this city lord was no simple figure. Just look at the knights' camp stationed outside the city—if they dared capture anyone from the City Lord's mansion, they wouldn't get far before the knights would catch up to them.

Elisa, on the other hand, was different. According to the information Scarface gathered, she was just an employee at a pizza shop. Even if she disappeared for a day or two, no one would think much of it, and by then, they'd be long gone.

"We'll follow Scarface's lead."

"Yeah, whatever Scarface says, we'll do."

Suddenly, the slave traders fell silent and compliant. They knew Scarface was ruthless—a man who had committed crimes in the capital and fled, later becoming their leader.

"Move quickly. Once we succeed, we leave the city immediately and cross the borders of Sedona's territory overnight." Scarface instructed firmly.

"Yes, sir!"

The twelve men left the rented house in groups, heading toward Elisa's residence. This wasn't their first job, and they worked in a well-coordinated manner.

The night in Sedona City was quiet, especially in winter, with most people huddled by their stoves at home. This provided the slave traders with the perfect opportunity to act.