Starting as a Demon Warlock to Become a Lord

Before leaving the hut, he called out loudly to the waiting workers, "All right, everyone, let's get to work. Today's task will be completed, and we'll surely treat you well in the evening."

At Laradoa's urging, the workers around the hut got moving and made their way towards the Sand Fishery.

The number of people was quite large. Limon roughly estimated that there were over fifty of them.

With a touch of curiosity, Limon entered the wooden house and followed the side porch to the balcony that overlooked the quicksand pool.

The balcony was rather spacious, like an observation deck, furnished with a table and a few seats.

Indeed, Laradoa knew how to enjoy himself. Sitting here, one could have a clear view of the entire Sand Fishery.

However, Laradoa wasn't idle today.

Looking out, on the edge of the quicksand pool, a small figure of Laradoa was walking among the crowd, directing the workers to cast a large net.

From time to time, a meter-long sand bone fish would leap out of the sand and hit the sturdy net, eliciting exclamations from the workers now and then.

Exclamations and laughter reached Limon's ears from time to time, painting a picture of the joy of a bountiful harvest.

Sitting on the seat on the balcony, Limon quietly watched this scene.

Although this world was filled with magic and many unimaginable things, the lives of ordinary people at the bottom were much the same regardless of which world they were in, all struggling for food and clothing.

Among those people, it was impossible to sense that this was a world teeming with all kinds of monsters and various powers.

Time passed, and in the midst of the workers' busyness, night fell.

Every year, this day was one that the poor in the city of Arizela eagerly awaited.

With a limited number of places available, being recruited by a Sand Fishery meant having food and clothing for a few months.

And the dinner on harvest day was also a mouthwatering treat for all the poor.

Before it was completely dark, the workers, urged by Laradoa, finished their day's work and began preparing for dinner.

The caught sand bone fish were placed in a bunker beside the hut, and at the edge of the bunker, some workers were sorting out the ingredients.

On the road next to the wooden house, other workers were gathering firewood and setting up piles of bonfires on the road.

By the time everything was ready, the sky had already darkened, and the earth was shrouded in darkness once again.

"Ladies and gentlemen, today is the annual harvest day of the Sand Fishery. As in previous years, tonight's dinner is to express our gratitude to the god of trade, Walikru, for his protection, which has enabled the fishery to have a good harvest."

On a wooden bench in front of the wooden house, Laradoa waved his hand, officially kicking off the dinner.

Amid the cheers of the workers, in the darkness, clusters of flames sprang up, and the burning bonfires dispelled the surrounding gloom.

Amid the laughter of the poor, the sand bone fish were placed on the barbecue.

Under the glow of the firelight, figures could be seen moving about.

Jumping off the wooden bench, Laradoa dragged the bench to the door of the wooden house and sat down on it.

Beside Laradoa was Limon, who was leaning against a pillar.

Looking at the piles of burning bonfires in the darkness, as well as the figures beside them, under the light of the fire, Laradoa's small face took on a somewhat pensive look.

"Since the Third Magic Tide passed five years ago, there have been a lot of outsiders in the city of Arizela. So many years have gone by, and there are more and more slums outside the city. Every day, a large number of poor people come to this golden city, yet these poor people haven't received the expected prosperity. Most of them can't even solve the basic problem of food and clothing. Why don't they understand? Although Arizela is a wealthy city, there aren't many responsible people around. The merchants are only after profit and don't care about these suffering folks."

Speaking of this, Laradoa let out a slight sigh, and his small face looked rather worried.

This caught Limon's attention for a moment. He hadn't expected Laradoa to be concerned about such matters.

Limon didn't understand politics, nor did he grasp what these poor people meant to Arizela.

But there was one thing Limon knew...

Looking at the piles of bonfires in the darkness, Limon said in a detached tone, "In the eyes of the poor, Arizela is a city of hope, where the flame of hope burns brightly. Compared to other places, Arizela holds greater hope for them. They understand, but they have no other options."

Limon wasn't familiar with the Third Magic Tide. The only thing he knew was that after it, a world-class disaster had occurred on the Avon Continent, many countries had been destroyed, and refugees had been displaced.

Laradoa thought over what Limon had said and then sighed again, "Is that so? Maybe Lord Limon is right. They don't have much of a choice..."

Time passed, and before long, a rather unique smell of fish wafted through the air.

It was fragrant and had a strong flavor...

"Teresa, go ahead. Don't be hesitant. This is your chance."

"Yes, if I were a few years younger, I wouldn't give you this opportunity."

Not far away, around the campfire, there was some commotion for an unknown reason.

An elf girl dressed in gray, urged on by everyone, walked towards the two people in front of the wooden house.

She held a plate in her hand and wore a pink wreath on her head.

As the elf girl approached, Laradoa glanced at Limon with a smile and didn't say a word.

Coming up to them, the elf girl first bowed to Laradoa and then looked at Limon with a shy expression full of question marks.

Her shyness made her lower her head as she handed the plate filled with sand bone fish barbecue to Limon.

Looking at the shy elf girl in front of him, Limon looked down at Laradoa with a puzzled expression, silently asking him what was going on.

Regarding Limon's confusion, Laradoa was initially taken aback and then suddenly understood.

He smiled and explained, "This is an elven custom. The pink wreath represents her chastity. If an elf girl comes to you wearing a pink wreath, it means that she's willing to become your companion for life. An elf girl's loyalty isn't easily won, but it's a lifetime commitment. I've known Teresa for many years. She's a really nice girl. If she can follow Your Excellency Limon, I'll be at ease."