After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World novel Chapter 842

Shiro was not stupid. On the contrary, he was smart. Respected by his citizens despite his young age, he had led them to the best of his ability, and they knew it too.

When their territory fell, most people had chosen another village or even the nearby town to settle, but a lot of them stayed. That was much more than what others would expect in the same situation.

Anyway, he had just found a new home for his citizens after the last one was destroyed; He was not about to cause trouble now.

They circled the two people brawling, and Cain was obviously taken aback by the younger man’s fighting prowess. Then all of a sudden a small but sharp metal spike appeared about to stab Crow.

"Watch out!" an Alterran yelled, quickly pulling Crow back before he could get stabbed.

Crow looked at Cain with venomous eyes, while the latter wiped the blood from his cracked lips, returning his glare with dark eyes. "What? You think I’ll just lie there for you to beat me?"

"I can make it that way—" Crow yelled, despite not being too superior in level than the other, and Cain sneered and spat out some blood, taking a spare sword from his space.

However, before the two could resume their fight, they were suddenly doused with water.

Crow’s eyebrows furrowed and turned to the only water elementalist in the area who could make so much water from thin air, and so did the others who saw where it came from.

It was Turbo who had put down his hands. He looked at them with a stern expression. "This is not the time," he said, "Mobs would be attracted soon enough."

There was silence. They knew he was right.

Shiro nodded and looked at his men. "Let’s go," he said, and the men including Cain reluctantly followed, though not without staring down at the opponents.

"Wait," Turbo said, pointing at the slaves. "Give them to us."

"Why?"

"We can buy them."

Shiro looked at them. After a pause, he spoke. "10 gold each."

"What?"

None of them had that kind of extra money to give out. However, looking at the ’slaves’ looking at them with eyes filled with hope, they couldn’t express this openly.

After a pause, Turbo sighed. "We will talk to our elders. Don’t harm any of them."

The Alterrans left and so did then Shrao Villagers, with the slaves following closely as they sobbed. However, they were suddenly filled with hope this time, unlike before.

Cain gritted his teeth and was about to beat one of them up to vent, but he was stopped by Fos, one of Shiro’s confidantes.

"Will you be paying for the damages?" He asked. If Alterra found out they beat them, they’d discount the gold and they weren’t confident they could go against them. For one, they couldn’t attack Alterran Residents in either of their territories which was a huge disadvantage already.

He could see the Slaves smile and look at each other. From their former hopeless demeanor, that short interaction seemed to have injected life into them.

Shiro saw everything, turning to look at their backs and in the direction where the opponents left. "Alterra, eh?"

…

When Turbo’s team came back, they immediately went to report that their people had been enslaved.

This was common practice in this world and they wouldn’t risk their lives to rescue all their enslaved brethren. In addition to all the wars and preparation for the heat wave, they simply put Vismont to the back of their minds.

Their own way of life was threatened, who would have the mind to go out of their way to rescue others? They were not heroes who’d go out of their way and jump from territory to territory with the sole purpose of saving Terrans.