After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World novel Chapter 1230

"Surely, you expected us?"

Zaol and the others looked at the faces of their pursuers. Some they didn't recognize, but some they did.

For one, two of the most powerful ones were older members of two mid-level noble families: Vaza of the Vesto Family and Aswan of the Sephon Family. They were Level 49 and Level 48, respectively. They were in the same generation as the current patriarchs, and not much weaker.

They hadn't been seen outside often, famously focused on trying to extend their limited lifespans by making the younger generation collect aether stones.

Of course, even if their levels were primarily products of aether stones, they were still very strong—especially to the weakened Golds.

Further, around them were a mix of level 30s and early level 40s, a few scores in number.

The family formed a circle, with them guarding each other's backs. They surrounded Uncle Liu in the middle, making him cry as soon as he opened his eyes and attempted to force himself up, though to no avail. "Please… leave… masters…"

Instead, Gaia kneeled down to give him a healing potion. He used all his energy to tilt his head away. "Don't waste in on me, Madam, we don't have a lot—"

"Quiet!" Gaia snapped, practically forcing it on him.

She then stood up and took out her whip from her new space. She was not nearly as strong as her husband or even any of her sons, but she was definitely ready to protect her children no matter what.

Among them, Zaol was the strongest at level 55, which was impressive for his age of mid-60s. Gaia, on the other hand, was a level 45 non-elementalist.

Orion was a level 45 elementalist, her twins were at level 43 and 37, respectively, while Obi was at level 40.

They were up against people several times their number but with similar levels. Obi also recognized a few elementalists among this group.

The most obvious disadvantage was, of course, the fact that they were still weakened.

Hoffen's weakening potion was not something that affected their physique. It affected their connection to aether and, therefore, their mana.

High-leveled individuals were also strengtened by the integration of aether too so, in a sense, the weakening potion could also reduce their defenses and recovery—even if just a little.

That Bleumrick really wanted them dead. Though… they really shouldn't be surprised.

The two elderly men sneered as they looked at him. "Ah, how tables have turned," Vaza said, looking at Zaol. "It seems like it was only a week ago when I was pleading for your help."

Zaol narrowed his eyes at him. The Golds were in-charge of the distribution and handling of the Blus. This man had requested to buy more blus beyond the limits each family could purchase. _{fгee𝑤ebɳoveɭ.cøm}

Apparently, the buyer would exchange some aether crystals for it. In exchange, he offered a good amount of gold to Zaol in turn.

However, Zaol was an upright man and refused his request. He also believed it was his task to keep the harvesting of the resource sustainable—to keep the industry alive for as long as he could.

Giving way now would hasten this reduction, and when someone else found out, then it'd be even more troublesome.

In the end, he just asked them to wait for the scheduled distribution of crystals—something that didn't satisfy the man, likely because he felt he was dying.

"Now you cannot keep all those blus for yourself!"

Zaol didn't bother to grace him with a response. Bleumrick probably spread he was stealing Blus, which was why the supply was decreasing.

The old man Aswan was also laughing, though his attention was on Orion in particular. "You ruined my business, now watch our family eat yours! HAHA!"

It was a simple commercial competition, though the old man and his kin took it as extreme humiliation and a major challenge. It was estimated that they were among the happiest of their downfall.

Anyway, the talk soon got boring. Vaza looked around him. "Well? Aren't you going to attack? Should I be the one attacking first?!"

At this, the men around the patriarch lunged forward, raising their weapons, and all aiming for the kill.

The family stood side by side, leaving just enough space for them to be able to make clean hits with their weapons.

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