After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World novel Chapter 815

Voumi Town

Inko village was located in a dense forest in the midwestern part of the human territory, and now they were taken to the nearest town.

At this time Gurnam and the other slaves from Inko Village were waiting in the dark ’storage area’, waiting for their turn to be sold. Inko Village kept about half of them and sold the rest. He and little Milo happened to be sold in the town.

As for how the aborigines had yet to notice he wasn’t a slave, not only had they not encountered anyone with the audacity—as the fates of slaves that have integrated in the people’s world view was really akin to death—but also because they were very complacent.

As for the Lord’s list, though they did not know this yet, slaves were just counted as part of the population. That was the only ’entity’ they could have so he, as a ’visitor’, didn’t have a different status than the others.

This could be attributed to Slaves ’non-entity’ quality in wars, and therefore did not have a special status attached to them. Perhaps, the ’Population’ stat counted the mass, rather than ’entity’, which was what allowed him to pretend to be a slave after so long.

On another hand, the Inko Lord was too lazy with his women to check their status properly. If he had, he’d see all of them were elementalists, and he would drown in regret when he found out later on.

In any case, Gurnam just accompanied the rest of the ’saleable slaves’ as they were brought to a town for selling.

Voumi Town—the first town he had been in—was definitely nothing he had seen in this world before. It had tall two to three-storey buildings unlike the long line of bungalows he was used to.

There were naturally more people there. They were quite dense and everywhere there were chatters of people. Though the majority of the population looked almost as unsightly as they were, it was still much better than Inko Village.

While many of the Terrans didn’t have good clothes anymore, at least the ones they had had better fabric than what seemed to be low-quality hemp clothing everyone else has. In Towns, they still wore plain clothing, but it was still a bit better than in the villages.

And—most prominently—the smell of an aborigine territory was really… special. It was worse in Towns because it was so dense.

Even in Terran, the fact that feces was a frequent sight on the streets during the medieval was common knowledge. Back in villages, they were used to it, but Towns had a much denser population, and it meant a lot more shit.

Sure, there were more dedicated cleaners, but they only pass through a street once a day, how many people take a dump every couple of hours?

Not a few, they could tell.

His musing was interrupted when he heard people around him gagging. A couple of adult men outright vomited on the side of the street, though no one seemed to care. The slave drivers simply sneered and walked past him.

The little boy next to him also gagged, though he managed to hold it in. His face was covered with snot and a few tears though, which was really pitiful.

He patted crying little Milo’s head, trying to adjust to the stench. "Can we have fabric to cover our mouths?" he asked, but instead he was hit on the head by the Inko slave drivers.

He couldn’t avoid it so blatantly so he only adjusted his head forward to minimize the damage.

The force still made him lurch forward and almost vomit his stomach out though.

"SHUT UP. NO TALKING." He said and everyone shut their mouths.

Gurnam took a deep breath and went back to position. His movement was obviously shakier, but he still followed the order to a tee, just as normal slaves would.

He subtly looked around, observing the town, the people, and especially the people handling them.