The Low-Key Life of a Necromancer

After the last banquet where Lucy was invited, Grand Duke Feng was silent for a long time.

Every day, looking at the financial statements compiled by his subordinates and the clear statistical charts and figures on them, Mr. Feng just feels tired.

Things like statistical charts were also made by financial assistants learning from people in the north.

It has to be said that the business methods of the North are truly eye-opening.

Duke Feng tried to ask his financial assistant to calculate his expenses and income in the royal capital last year.

After comparing it with the current situation, Duke Feng finally finalized the plan.

"The factory is losing money at a rate that's enough for me to support a cavalry unit... Let's auction off the glass factory."

After Mr. Feng made the decision, he arranged for people to publicize the auction of the factory.

Unfortunately, no one was willing to take over.

Duke Feng became more and more anxious as he waited, so he had to look for Lucy again.

This time there was no banquet, no food or etiquette. Grand Duke Feng broke directly into Lucy's castle with red eyes, as if he had not slept for a long time.

"Tell me how to sell that damn factory!"

Lucy's desk was slammed by Grand Duke Feng.

Lilith cleverly picked up the fragile clock and lamp to prevent them from falling to the ground.

"Grand Duke Feng, you have already decided to auction the factory, why are you still looking for me? You should find a notary, and then find some merchants or nobles who are willing to take over."

Mr. Feng, who had never dealt with such details, felt a headache after listening to this.

"I don't know what you're talking about, and I can't find a buyer here. Just give me some conditions, and I'll sell the factory to you!"

If it were in the royal capital, Grand Duke Feng would definitely draw his sword and kill Lucy.

But in the north, using force alone is useless.

Duke Feng knew very well that even if he used force to rule the territory, the territory's production capacity would not satisfy him.

Duke Feng needed the profits brought by the new system, but he himself was not very adaptable to the new system. He already regretted viewing the North so lightly.

However, precisely because he knew where he had failed, Mr. Feng would rather suffer a loss than give up completely.

Grand Duke Feng believed that although people like Lucy dared to oppress him in business, they would not dare to push him too far.

If the time comes when both sides tear each other apart, Duke Feng, who has an absolute advantage, can drag the North down with him!

"…I personally don't have the ability to take over such a large factory, but if you give me a commission of 20 gold coins, I can guarantee that I can sell the factory at a price that satisfies you."

Without saying a word, Duke Feng threw out twenty gold coins.

Compared with the losses in recent days, the commission fee is just a drop in the bucket.

"Oh~ Lord Feng, you can't be angry with a woman like me. Don't worry, the auction will be held in three days~"

Lucy smiled happily when she got the money, and the speed at which her face changed made Grand Duke Feng's scalp tingle.

Grand Duke Feng felt that compared to Lucy's changing face, the nobles in the royal capital seemed really not good enough.

Three days passed quickly.

Lucy sent her coachman to personally welcome Grand Duke Feng to the auction.

Duke Feng, who was angry, wore a mighty and domineering military uniform.

If the auction held by Lucy today fails to achieve the desired effect, Duke Feng will turn the auction into a beheading party!

As it turned out, Duke Feng's preparations were unnecessary.

The auction was held in Lucy's castle, and a large platform was built in the castle's atrium.

The auction seats, audience seats, and rest areas are all fully prepared.

In order to let the participants of the auction feel the thoughtfulness of the organizer, Lucy directly turned the atrium into a sunroom.

If you don’t like sunbathing, you can also enjoy fruit drinks and light wine under the parasols.

Duke Feng was invited to the second floor where the best view was located, from where one could directly see the city gate.

The guests who came to the auction, each holding their female companions, looked like they were attending a banquet.

Duke Feng looked at the arrangements in silence, comparing the scene before him with the hard-working salespeople in the capital.

In the royal capital, no one dares to auction off the nobles' property, as this would be disrespectful to all the nobles.

But in the north, Duke Feng’s factory was like a fat sheep, attracting all the hungry wolves around.

"Dear guests, ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the auction. This auction is hosted by me, Count Lucy Dalai. Thank you for your presence~"

After Lucy's elegant opening remarks, a circus performance began in the open space in front of the stage.

Two well-trained horse trainers tumbled and jumped on horseback, performing exciting and thrilling moves.

The frightened women covered their mouths with small fans and then cheered for the performers.

After the performance ended, the emotions of all the auction participants were aroused.

Lucy changed into a dress that revealed her snow-white wrists, and held a golden copper hammer like a scepter.

"First, let us welcome the first item of this auction! Mr. Richard, a senior technician from the Atlek factory, and his wife Jenny have improved a more efficient textile machine. They want to find a capable escort for their machine!"

A man and woman who looked like they had no future stood shyly next to Lucy.

Their appearance did not arouse anyone's interest until the machine they made was pushed onto the stage by the soldiers.

"It only takes three women to complete a full set of textile work. The yield is twice that of existing textile machines, and it can be connected to mechanical power!"

The first time Lucy struck the hanging gong with a hammer, a buzzing sound was heard from the room.

The sound was not so friendly to the ears, but it could not stop the enthusiasm of the bidders.

"Mr. Thirteen bids thirty...Mr. Eight bids fifty..."

Lucy's words gradually couldn't keep up with the speed of the bidders raising their placards, and everyone seemed to be going crazy.

Even Duke Feng himself wanted to grab the machine on the table.

What is that? That’s the chicken that lays golden eggs!

"Is this the auction in the North?"

The merchants in the capital only know how to auction off damned slaves and moldy grains. If they also auction off some truly useful items like the North does, how could the capital still be a stagnant pool!

Duke Feng was not the only one who was shocked.

Today, everyone participating in the auction, including Lucy who hosted the auction, was shaking with excitement.

"Congratulations to bidder number three. The escort of the new textile machine is you, Lord Freyr Carton!"

They are called escorts, but in fact they are the owners of the new machines.

As a well-known and powerful nobleman in the North, no one would object to Carton getting such a valuable machine.

Katon stood up happily, raised the glass that Himanda handed to him, and toasted the whole audience.

Finally, Carton bowed respectfully in the direction of Duke Feng on the second floor.

"I am Freyr Carton, greetings to Uncle Feng~"