After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World novel Chapter 770

"You talk as if we can’t force it out of you," Shiro said, turning to his men. "Tap him."

Immediately, several guards surrounded Matthew and patted him down, looking for the token. It was humiliating and, by the end, he was practically half-naked.

"It’s not here," Fos, one of the Shiro’s right-hand men, said. He was tall and had afro hair, ponytailed at the back of his head.

Shiro frowned, narrowing his eyes at Matthew. "Where is it?"

Matthew frowned, and he did not speak. Logically, he knew he was just delaying the inevitable, but how could he bear just say it so directly?

How could he not be reluctant?

Besides, he couldn’t help but hold on to the hope that a miracle would happen. Perhaps, even if they weren’t rescued, time would pass by without them knowing. By then, the token would’ve reintegrated into someone.

Shiro gritted his teeth, growing impatient. He also knew time was running out and he waved his spear again, about to slash on the nearest slave.

"My house," Matthew spat out. "It’s in my house."

"You better not be fooling us," he said, "Otherwise we will destroy everything on the way there. What do you say?"

This naturally irked the people around. It wasn’t like they got crushed! They only got beat because they managed to get the majority inside!

It just so happened that these bastards barged in so desperately like maniacs!

They could still kill these people, including the lord! What would happen then? Would the war be reversed?

The enemy lord seemed to have sensed the vindictiveness around him and smirked. "Look behind me," he said, and the several people did so.

Their eyes widened as they saw that the gate was open and more and more people were entering their territory.

Other than the attackers, hundreds more people came in. They were unsightly but not as bad as the refugees they had seen. There were all shapes and sizes now, with women and old people.

At this, Matthew understood.

These people were refugees looking for a new home.

The capable fighters finished the war, and then pulled out the rest of their population from their array. Judging by the large crowd that looked to be in the thousands, it made Matthew think.

Are they planning on migrating here?

"I… we can take you as normal citizens," Matthew immediately said. "I can waive the registration fee for all your people—"

"You think we’re going to trust anyone over our heads?" Shiro asked and Matthew’s lips formed a thin line. He knew the answer: No one would.

Shiro looked around. "Anyone who submits to us will be left alive and treated like a normal citizen!" he said. "That is my promise."

Just like this, most people quieted down. Matthew sighed in defeat, and soon he dragged his feet towards his home, stomach heavy in reluctance.

Fos grabbed Matthew’s arm and pulled him to his house. At the side, some people looked down, not wanting to see what was next, while others were stopped from interfering.

One of these people was Yao, who sobbed and yelled. He was patted by the aborigine Koli, who Chris saved back then. "Stop it," he said. "This is the best way for you to survive."

He said this with goodwill. After all, he had seen many wars, all of which were harsher than this.

The small group arrived outside his home and Matthew took the token hidden underneath a floorboard. Before handing it over, he closed his eyes, sending a message to everyone before handing it over.

[This is your lord, Matthew White. Today, I would like to thank those who did their best to protect our home.] He said so sincerely.

He also wanted to curse those who caused chaos, looted, and even killed during the wars. So many of his own citizens did this. They didn’t even have to cooperate with the enemy to cause trouble. _{freeweɓnovel.cѳm}