After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World-Chapter 1187: Addictions (Part 1)

At this time, there were a few dozen people in prison, all of whom looked like they were half-dead except for the manicness in their eyes and the way their bodies shivered unnaturally.

If they weren't injured during the efforts to calm them down, it was estimated there would be random brawls happening inside the prison cell too.

Shiro and his cronies watched at a distance on the other side of the cell, thinking deeply, trying to figure out how to fix this problem. A lot of these people were valuable human resources and—as much as possible—they didn't want to just get rid of them.

However, one of the prisoners suddenly bolted to them, stopped only by the sturdy system prison cell.

BANG!

"POWDER!" the person roared—desperation and anger mixed in his voice. "GIVE ME THE POWDERR!!!"

"How impertinent…" Fos mumbled, looking at the man badly. This was a guard, yet he dared order the Lord. Shiro didn't mind, just staring at the people in the prison cell.

"How come even our guards are affected?" Shiro asked. Most of the sick people were refugees, and there were only a few dozen locals there. For some reason, most of the local ones were guards.

It was here that some of his investigators walked forward. "It seems that when they found out the powder is magical, they… convinced some of the refugees to share."

They even led some of the group wars that exploded in the territory. Idiots.

Apparently, since no one produced the powder in the territory, the supply dwindled so much that it was about to disappear. This naturally caused a fight to the death for the remaining bags of it.

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They were all aborigines who hadn't seen much of the world, and they had never seen anything like this. They were just afraid the illness would spread even more, causing more problems.

For days, Shiro and the others were helpless. Even the refugees—whose situation worsened the more days they spent away from the 'magic medicine' —couldn't say intelligible things anymore.

In the end, they had no choice but to ask for help, even if it meant having to pay another bulk of money.

"It's time to go to Alterra," Shiro finally said. It probably wouldn't be free, but Alterra was their best option to deal with their problems.

Those people had groups dedicated to studying unusual things after all, so they were Shrao's best chance of fixing what was wrong with their territory.

It was still a wonder how a territory could dedicate so many resources to researching abstract things—some had even mocked it once upon a time—but wasn't it their only hope in the end?

Anyway, the cronies agreed to ask Alterra for help. However, they did not expect that the Lord himself was going!

They all paled as they saw him preparing for the trip.

"Milord… d-do you have to go to Alterra yourself?" Fos asked, voice cracking, trying to block his way. The monsters there have leveled up—it was too dangerous!

"You forget we were also close to a Town back then," Shiro retorted, walking past his advisor. While the terrain made it easier for them to defend their previous territory, it was actually more dangerous back then for them.

At least the town they were currently attached to actually cared for their surroundings. They did clearing missions every day and sent caravans all over, so it was actually safer to travel now compared to then.

Besides—

"I need to go," he said. "I should show myself more, to show goodwill."

Then he sighed, looking wistfully in the direction of the town.

"For better or for worse, we are dependent on Alterra now," he said. "We should start forging a better relationship with them."

…

A few more days passed by and life continued on as usual for the world, though it always felt particularly fast-paced in Alterra and its subsidiary villages—more so with its satellites.

Like the subsidiary villages, the satellites did not slow down in their path to self-improvement.

Of course, while life was very good compared to other places—there was no lack of challenges. However, Henry was not an acclaimed General at his peak for nothing.

During the past couple of months, Limestone Valley developed into a very comfortable place for Terran and Aborigine alike. If someone wanted to immigrate to Alterra but could not, Limestone Valley was definitely the first choice among alternatives.

They had also implemented a very good registration system that was not inferior to Alterra's. Rather, they had to, because they were in a satellite that had limited access to what Lords could see and control.

They thought: Although they had no access to the lord panel—they didn't have it in Terran either. Despite this, law and order were still implemented in Terran.

What made this place any different?

Rather, they had sharper hearing and eyesight here! They also had complete gear like scopes and aether letters and the like, making this doable.

They not only maximized the information they were privy to, but they also monitored the suspicious individuals closely. This was especially true with aborigines who might very well be targeting them or Alterra.

Henry's main gripe about all this was that he had to sacrifice a bit of his precious strong alcohol in order to get a few things out of their mouths. He took a mental note to ask for reimbursement.

Anyway, they found out that these people had been keeping tabs of their population. They seem to be focused on the number of elementalist more than the products other territories were interested in.

After a couple of months of stalking and investigation, they eventually realized that the suspicious people all came from a handful of territories.

To be exact, there were three different—seemingly unconnected—villages that were actually subsidiary to one Town: Voumi Town.

From them, they also found that Inko Village—the territory that attacked them during the Heat Wave—was another subsidiary village to this place.

They knew that Inko Village had defeated at least 1 Terran village before— considering the Terran 'slaves' they managed to win from them—so the fact that a Town was gathering information, specifically about their elementalists, meant one thing:

They now knew that every Terran in Xeno was an elementalist or had the predisposition to become one—and had now begun making deeper moves against them!