After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World novel Chapter 1123

"Y-You can have it! Just let me go!" Tout screamed, as if it was a good deal for Alterra—one that he ’willingly lost to’, even.

Mathilda ignored him while she thought, and Angelo 1just smacked him on the back of his head. "You can’t possibly think we’ll just let you go, right?"

At this, some of the popcorn-eaters at the side commented. "He’s stupid enough to think he’ll win against Alterra! Don’t assume he has a brain!"

"..."

Tout gritted his teeth, his eyes twitching in annoyance. He just sent everyone his ’deadliest’ glare, before turning to stare at Angelo.

"You’re probably going to keep me to know more about Basset Town! Too bad—I’m under oath!!" he said with a vindictive grin, as if that’d cause despair.

"Don’t worry, we have our ways," Angelo said—completely unaffected—and he looked at Mathilda, who waved them away.

Angelo grinned and dragged the bloodied bloke straight to the torture chambers. Only Patte was there now, it was nice to have a new guy.

Tout didn’t know where he was being taken, but he was instinctively terrified. "Noooo!" he yelled, trying to struggle, but to no avail.

He had been weakened greatly—when the war ended, his spirit was dangerously low. Then, when he was pulled up, he was also forced to eat a pellet that made it difficult for him to gather enough energy to even attempt to run away.

"Let me go!!!" he yelled, but then… Angelo did, and his face fell smack on the ground.

BANG!

"You—"

"SHUT UP!" Angelo yelled, hitting his head. He coughed, and could only look bitterly at the young man.

This wasn’t fair! He gave them his token!

(He forgot that Angelo found it instead, but who was counting?)

As he was dragged though, he could hear the the old woman ask the crowd. "Who wants to buy a token?" she asked. "We’ll start selling it for… 50 Gold."

"!!!"

The cheapest token could sell for 1000 gold, okay! The incredibly poor and hopeless ones would still sell for 100!!

"First priority are Alterran Residents, does anyone want to buy it?"

"Eh…"

Tout could hear some groans all around him. He turned to see, gaping when he saw their expressions.

These people dared look disgusted!!

So rude!!!

…

No Alterran Resident volunteered in the end. This was understandable. They had worked very hard to become proper residents, who’d want to get a disgusting headache?

"No Residents? Then Alterran Citizens," she said, referring to those who were paying the daily fees.

Naturally, there was a bit of a pause, with some people genuinely thinking about it. If one just looked at its definition, anyone who wanted a bit of power—and hadn’t invested too much in Alterra yet—would naturally be tempted!

Still, no one moved forward. _{fгee𝑤ebɳoveɭ.cøm}

First of all, there was the issue of money. Unlike Residents, they had a very limited amount they could take out.

In general, non-Residents could only loan enough to use for a few month’s survival at best.

And… after a bit of thought, they also didn’t want to go out of Alterra.

Leading another territory was too troublesome! The infrastructure (or lack thereof) was already there and would be too costly to demolish and upgrade. Who would want to live in such a ’primitive’ place?

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