After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World novel Chapter 1187

At this time, there were a few dozen people in prison, all of whom looked like they were half-dead except for the manicness in their eyes and the way their bodies shivered unnaturally.

If they weren't injured during the efforts to calm them down, it was estimated there would be random brawls happening inside the prison cell too.

Shiro and his cronies watched at a distance on the other side of the cell, thinking deeply, trying to figure out how to fix this problem. A lot of these people were valuable human resources and—as much as possible—they didn't want to just get rid of them.

However, one of the prisoners suddenly bolted to them, stopped only by the sturdy system prison cell.

BANG!

"POWDER!" the person roared—desperation and anger mixed in his voice. "GIVE ME THE POWDERR!!!"

"How impertinent…" Fos mumbled, looking at the man badly. This was a guard, yet he dared order the Lord. Shiro didn't mind, just staring at the people in the prison cell.

"How come even our guards are affected?" Shiro asked. Most of the sick people were refugees, and there were only a few dozen locals there. For some reason, most of the local ones were guards.

It was here that some of his investigators walked forward. "It seems that when they found out the powder is magical, they… convinced some of the refugees to share."

They even led some of the group wars that exploded in the territory. Idiots.

Apparently, since no one produced the powder in the territory, the supply dwindled so much that it was about to disappear. This naturally caused a fight to the death for the remaining bags of it.

They were all aborigines who hadn't seen much of the world, and they had never seen anything like this. They were just afraid the illness would spread even more, causing more problems.

For days, Shiro and the others were helpless. Even the refugees—whose situation worsened the more days they spent away from the 'magic medicine' —couldn't say intelligible things anymore.

In the end, they had no choice but to ask for help, even if it meant having to pay another bulk of money.

"It's time to go to Alterra," Shiro finally said. It probably wouldn't be free, but Alterra was their best option to deal with their problems.

Those people had groups dedicated to studying unusual things after all, so they were Shrao's best chance of fixing what was wrong with their territory.

It was still a wonder how a territory could dedicate so many resources to researching abstract things—some had even mocked it once upon a time—but wasn't it their only hope in the end?

Anyway, the cronies agreed to ask Alterra for help. However, they did not expect that the Lord himself was going!

They all paled as they saw him preparing for the trip.

"Milord… d-do you have to go to Alterra yourself?" Fos asked, voice cracking, trying to block his way. The monsters there have leveled up—it was too dangerous!

"You forget we were also close to a Town back then," Shiro retorted, walking past his advisor. While the terrain made it easier for them to defend their previous territory, it was actually more dangerous back then for them.

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