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Early the next morning, Althea and Garan went up to the Town Center's highest floor—they were hiring again!
The couple took a secret entrance at the back so that the people wouldn't know they entered just before new aborigine hires appeared.
Anyway, she was looking forward to the new selections they would have.
With the Center at Level 3, she could hire 3 out of the 5 options she would have every day. She had never quite maximized this back when they were a village—there was no need to—now she looked forward to it.
The reason she didn't hire as soon as they upgraded to a Town was because everyone was resting and/or busy with celebrations.
She didn't want to overwhelm the new hires with the festivities and didn't want her current hires to be too busy helping others adjust and unable to enjoy the events.
Garan looked at her with a smile. "Is there a particular type of aborigine you're expecting?"
"Hmn, I try to manage expectations," she said. "I'd like to have more Elementalists, but they are still rare—Oslo and Rowan's cases were really due to special circumstances."
In Towns—regardless of level—the rate to get an elementalists was quite low, approximately one every few weeks.
This was not only because they were rare, but also because the other Lords would jump right to hiring them when they appeared in their options.
This was unlike Oslo and Rowan's case which was a combination of fortuitous events. Had either of them not been sent or punished to go to a village, Alterra wouldn't have encountered them so early.
It was only because other villages could not sustain hiring such strong (and expensive) people so she had her chance.
"My ideal would be professionals," she said. "There can't be too much of them. I'm also looking forward to the future of seeing new professions.
"What about you?" She asked, turning to him. "What do you think is the minimum we should get?"
The average level of town citizens was around level 15, and those who could apply for guards would be around level 20. On the other hand, those who could proudly call themselves "strong" or "Elite" in Town-level were around level 30 or so.
Generally speaking, the people considered 'elites' would've already settled down in a Town and would not be looking for unknown places to hire them.
They might have already bought their own properties or had become a mainstay in a force with a large amount of benefit from the Lord themselves.
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