After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World novel Chapter 969

A/N: We’re behind ~50 Golden tickets for Golden Top 1! If you have extra tickets, do send us some~! That ranking is the only source of exposure this old story could have now T_T

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The thing about older slaves was that they had seen a lot, especially if they had stayed in the same territory for a while, which was the likely case even if they changed masters. They were also humble and therefore much easier to interact with, unlike those arrogant aborigines.

Another thing about slaves was that unless specifically told to keep mum, they didn’t have to. This was likely because most slaves still needed to be spoken with and they couldn’t write or read (not that papyrus or pens were readily available for them) so verbal communication was needed.

They automatically couldn’t betray the territory or their current masters, of course, but the questions he asked sounded purely out of curiosity from a dashing young lad, so it didn’t trigger anything at all.

His master was a noble who gossiped around the house a lot. The lucky thing was that this noble didn’t think these gossips were worth guarding, so it was easy information for him.

He also gave them some barbeque he bought, though with added Alterran spices, along the way. _{frёeweɓηovel.coɱ}

He spilled even more when he tasted it.

"I heard Miss Cassandra also introduced some special sauce. She made a lot of money!" he said, "My master had bought a bottle for a very high price from the lord’s house. I know this because he ranted a lot, selling it much more expensively than Miss Cassandra did."

After ranting about a few things, he heaved a deep breath. "Miss Cassandra is so beautiful and capable. Her fiance is really lucky. He does not deserve her."

Gill looked at him deeper and nodded, finally having a good impression of one person in this damned place.

Gill looked at the old man closer and realized he was really small for an aborigine. When he took the barbecue he also saw how pudgy his fingers were, and how there was a small web between his fingers.

It reminded him of someone. He also thought of the man’s open attitude to him despite him being an ’alien’ but, in retrospect, he could’ve been helpful because of it.

An idea came to mind that he couldn’t help but voice out, just throwing it out there. "I’m friends with someone who has similar features like yours," he said. "His name is Gaudi."

The man froze and looked at him. But then he chuckled and shook his head, as if finding the thought silly.

"Gaudi?" he voiced out, his voice cracking. "Ah no, Gaudi is an uncommon name but there should still be a lot of them."

In Gill’s eyes, it was like he was telling this to himself rather than Gill.

The ebony-haired man looked at him closely, taking note of his features. He had more prominent features of that race than Badjau, someone already recognized as a half-Nova.

Anyway, it was understandable the man was in denial. He must’ve been disappointed plenty of times in the past. However, Gill had no time to be doing therapy with a stranger.

"Who’s your master?"

"Sir?"

"I would like to purchase you as a slave," he said. He really needed some help, especially one who knew the place.

The man almost dropped whatever he was holding.

"I… I—"