After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World novel Chapter 596

At this time, Althea had already jumped down to ground level, meeting with Fufi as the rest remained to clear out the enemies and handle the fallen slaves.

Although the smoke bomb was effective to their level, she had seen how the slaves had been pushing themselves despite virtually being incredibly weak. She had also heard that ’orders’, especially from the lord, could make slaves perform far more than what their bodies would allow, so they didn’t dare feel complacent even if they were asleep now.

However, they obviously didn’t have enough ropes for hundreds of people, so they could only keep them in the coralle until the war was over.

She followed Fufi as he traced the man’s scent. Where would he hide?

Would he go to his home? Did he build a bunker there?

It wasn’t that they didn’t think of it, but so far there was no signal flare from the people who were tasked to monitor it.

Where was the safest place a lord could go?

Boom!

She looked up to see that a flare did explode, though it was in a different direction from his home.

She blinked.

The Warehouse!

Althea and Fufi hurried to the location, hoping Fargo hadn’t entered yet. Although she assigned a few people there, she also knew the warehouse was guarded by a number of guards, some of whom were mercenaries.

Although most of these guards had been called to join the fights, Fargo would never leave it completely unguarded.

From what she knew, Fargo had upgraded his warehouse, and it would probably take them hours and massive amounts of energy before they could destroy it—that was granted the remaining guards (if there were any) didn’t arrive on time to handle the threats!

Too many things could happen during that duration. Their remaining hundreds of guards could recover, the slaves could wake up, and many other things.

At this thought, the two’s pace increased. Althea truly hoped it was not too late!

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At this time, right outside the warehouse, two groups of people were at a standstill.

Fargo and his remaining guards were a couple of meters away from the warehouse, outside the walls of the warehouse.

Victor and the others actually didn’t know the extent of which a warehouse could actually save a lord’s life. They just thought the enemies could still have weapons inside, so they did their best to block their way.

This had only been going on for about a minute but Fargo’s eyes were red with impatience. His sharp eyes looked around to see if there was anything they could use.

He looked at the second floor of the nearby houses and saw a few people looking over to see what was happening. Most of these people were Fargo sympathizers—which was how they could afford houses in core areas—and seeing it was their lord and powerful mercenaries, they finally found the courage to look out their windows.

Fargo found a few very familiar faces. He recognized one as Jall, a middle-aged man who had deep pockets and a knack for gossip. The man actually had the money required to be a lord himself, but did not have the potential (he only had Class C potential) needed.

Fargo made sure to ally himself well with the man, easily getting much of his wealth in the process.

This was in exchange for some perks, of course, in the form of slaves.

Through him, Fargo also found out about a lot of people who wanted to cause him trouble, all of whom were—with the exception of Victor—promptly ’taken care of’.

The man was waving at him, and then pointing in a direction. He turned to the aborigines, who immediately lunged in the direction that made Victor and the others pale.

"NO!" they yelled as they watched the two high-leveled people rush over to the helpless women, who could only scream in shock.