After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World novel Chapter 856

Shiro gritted his teeth as he stood up, raised his weapon, and pointed it to Ansel. He was livid, though he remained prideful and poised, which was actually a little impressive. "We are your subsidiary village, was there a need to hurt us so much?"

The other guards also got up, their weapons up, also glaring at him and the rest of the Alterrans. If they continued to attack, they’d just keep getting punished bit by bit until they were spent. If it wasn’t going to trigger anything, then what was the point?

Ansel looked at them, crossing his arms. "It’s exactly why we don’t want a war to trigger. We’re not maniacs who like to attack random territories."

"..."

What to do? This was making them even angrier!

Ansel was apparently not done annoying people though.

"But… we decided we didn’t want to pay for the ’slaves’ after all. We needed to show what we can do first, right?"

"What do you want?" Shiro asked after taking a deep, deep breath. He realized these people were just bullying them to get something!

"We want all of our citizens for free. That’s all," Ansel said, like a handsome gangster. "Do that without question and we will leave you alone.

"We assure you: You don’t want to have an all-out war with us."

Althea said it wasn’t ideal either. It was getting warm. The heat wave could happen any time soon. What if they were outside when it happened?

Shiro looked at them and sighed. "Very well. We will release all former citizens of Vismont to you without cost."

"Where’s Cain?" A somber young man yelled, and he realized him as one of the people he encountered back then.

"Oh right, and the man called Cain."

This made Shiro hesitate a bit. Cain had long made an oath of loyalty to him—otherwise, why would he keep him? The man promised that he’d give all the information he needed about these people, their culture, and what he knew about the technology back there. How many others would be willing to do so?

Even if they were willing, how much did they know? For instance, the current Terran slaves. Compared to Cain, the information they had was too limited and shallow! Cain, on the other hand, had an array of strategies in his mind that even Shiro found useful to learn from.

Ansel’s eyebrows rose when he saw this. "You just found a home. Is it worth it to risk it for that one vile man?" he asked. "Choose quickly. It’s too hot and my hands are getting itchy."

Wow. This type of bullying was kind of fun, but he quickly shook his head of that thought.

Dangerous thoughts, dangerous thoughts…

"Anyway, get Cain in front of us now, or we’ll beat you up so much you’d be willing to spend all your gold and level just to defend against us."

It wasn’t that they hadn’t investigated the bastard’s location before attacking, but they really couldn’t find him after they sneaked in. He must’ve gotten a whiff of what was happening—that sharp bastard—and hid himself.

Shiro looked at them with furrowed eyebrows, his jaw clenched. After a moment, his shoulders slumped in defeat and he looked at one of his men.

They nodded in understanding and split up, heading to different areas in the territory.

Group by group, Terrans were hauled in. These were both slaves and those who weren’t.

They looked weak and sad, they were hungry and thirsty (they were fed but understandably not much), but most had their limbs intact.

When they saw Ansel and the others they sobbed, some losing strength in their legs as they ran towards him.

Saved! Finally saved!