After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World novel Chapter 516

Fargo Village

At this time of night, it was dark and most citizens were already preparing to go to bed. After all, although they had torches, it was still dark.

Fargo quite disliked the lack of productivity at this time. He couldn’t help but feel irked that his citizens, sans the slaves who only got a few hours of rest every day, were not working on something for his territory and just sleeping for at least a third of the day.

Should he get a Lighting Tower?

With this thought, he opened the Lord Panel for Bright to see if he could get additional funds for a special building. However, he was simply reminded of how poor it was.

Even if he did know that they were poor because they invested in infrastructure, it didn’t make them any less disgusting.

He continued to peruse and study his new territory. He saw that the population had grown considerably since the last time he checked. He then shifted to the People Panel. "New refugees have found Bright as well."

As he perused, his fingers paused. "They just welcomed a group of strong aborigines…"

"Oh?"

He looked at the beautiful Juni, who was sitting on what he called a throne—an elevated portion of his bedroom—singing. "Don’t stop."

The woman continued to sing and he listened to her, his eyes staying on the Bright panel population. Juni looked at him as she sang, and Fargo noticed this. He was in a curious mood so he decided to answer her question.

"How do I know? Because they had a group of level 20s to 30s, some even stronger. They also had some unusual names," he said, "And don’t stop singing."

Juni continued to sing, as ordered. She sang a few more songs until her voice cracked.

This made Fargo pause, lifting his head to look at her. "You don’t want to join the Rongo Hall, right?"

She shook her head.

Rongo Hall was a special hall where many women resided, much like the king’s harem, and Belize and his men chose whoever to pick there.

"Of course not," she said, "I’m reserving myself for you."

"So you will be taken tonight?"

Juni shook her head, revealing the scar she got from the monster attack getting here. "It could open up," She said, "Please spend more time with your other women please."

"And miss out on you?" he said, looking at her darkly. "You’re lucky you swore an oath."

Juni’s face didn’t change. She kept her smile. "Of course. I fully believe in my oaths."

’I swear that I, Juniffer Howards, promise not to cause Fargo Territory any harm,’ were her words at the time.

This worked because she genuinely believed surrendering it to Altera was good for it.

Fargo narrowed his eyes as he gripped her chin. "What if I say I want you now, regardless?"

"But I’m afraid you’ll grow bored of me."

"Heh, and so?" he said, leaning down.

Juni flinched but forced herself not to react in disgust.

Before their lips touched, an urgent knocking sounded.

This order made several of the guards drool and they already queued for whoever to take her next.

It was indeed like Rongo to be so cheeky to ask when the boss would start sharing his favorite woman. It was likely they got bored of the others they had disposed of.

And after the Rongo Mercenary Team, it was their—the guard’s—turn.

Goodness knew how long they had been drooling after their goddess!

Juni looked pale as she was carried like a princess by the man. She squealed and struggled.

"Don’t… wuu." she turned to look at Fargo who wasn’t even looking at her, "I—"

Afraid the lord would change his mind, the guards’ feet hurried so they went out. Under the dim lighting of the street and the moon, he looked at her in greed.

"We’ll be very gentle, I promise!"

The guards pretty much carried her to the Rongo Base. It was quite dark and they could barely see a thing.

The man couldn’t help but her as he carried her, with one of his hands on her breast and his other one sliding nearer her nether regions.

She whimpered, asking him to stop, but naturally he was relentless.

On the surface, Juni looked helpless and sobbing—a natural for a woman who had been disposed of by their lord.

However, if it had been a bit brighter, one would be able to see the sharp light that passed her eyes. _{frёewebnoѵēl.com}