After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World novel Chapter 971

A/N: Six Hours to go before November Ends! We’re just a little bit short for Top 1! If you have extra Golden Tickets, we would appreciate it sooo much if you send us some~! ehhehe

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With this, Gill had another helper to find out more information as fast as he could.

He had already known some basic things about Jacoba from Ghesso. He even knew of the route guards took. Gill needed help to find her location and schedule and they would meet up midway every hour.

Unexpectedly, at some point, Ghesso brought him news. "Sir…," he paused. "Someone else is doing investigations as well."

"What?"

"They are also asking around about the wedding, specifically," he said. "They were investigating the bride and the groom’s schedules as well as their current locations—basically similar to us."

Gill narrowed his eyes and stood up. "Where?"

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The fellow investigators were currently in a cheap tavern at the edge of town. They were a small group huddled at a corner, drinking. He and Ghesso ordered some drinks as well, though he wasn’t particularly looking forward to its taste.

Although the Town did have the system Tavern, the Lord made it too expensive. The Town was not small so there were a few noblemen who set up some cheaper versions, which targeted the middle class.

These nobles, of course, had to get the backing of more powerful nobles from the cities, otherwise, the Lord would definitely find a way to either take them down or steal their shops.

Of course, the product sold here were naturally inferior to system Taverns, let alone Alterrans’. Gill hadn’t tasted it yet, but from what he gathered, it was just alcohol diluted several times with water.

If the younger members of the team were here, they’d call this ’Almost-Ale’ or ’Spritzy Water’.

He wouldn’t admit it, but he did miss them a bit.

Anyway, the two of them were positioned relatively nearby and well within earshot. They listened in to what they were discussing, but unfortunately nothing significant could be gathered. It was basically just ranting, especially from the person leading the team.

At first, it was just ranting about their own home, or how excessively lavish people were in here. But then, he shifted his tone, and the topic actually became pretty important.

"They’re so rich while we rotted in a small village for years!" he said, gritting his teeth, though the way his tone elongated was indicative of his drunkenness. "It was my family who built this place! It was MY grandparents who determined the right methodology!" he yelled, slapping the table.

This made Gill’s eyebrows rise in interest. Finally, something juicy.

"How many slaves died during the process!? It was not them who shouldered that cost, it was my family!"

"Yet they’re living so lavishly—throwing parties when all we could do was fight for our lives to get just a bit of food and water!

"This should’ve all been mine!" the man yelled, throwing his cup in anger. He growled and looked at one of the women accompanying them.