After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World - Chapter 1026

Chapter 1026: Maomao

A/N: Althea is in the finals now!! THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR YOUR SUPPORT GUYS! Garan also put up a super good fight that got the other guy really stressed out xDD

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Maomao was never the aggressive one in the group back then. The women had been relatively meek compared to their men—especially compared to aggressive orcs like Baku or Kuma.

However, there was still orc blood in them, so whenever they felt hostile—it showed through their auras and their bodies.

In Maomao’s case, it manifested in unusual ways. She thumped her legs to the ground in agitation and, because she had strong feet, it caused a minor vibration on the stone floor.

Her teeth were gritting, her back arched, her ears flattened against her head, and her tail was particularly puffed up.

This was her body’s show of hostility, but it was an odd juxtaposition to her cute face and soft features. Rather than intimidating them, it made the Golds feel lost… and amused.

“What did you do to Gochi?” she asked again, her small voice awkwardly modulated to be of lower timber (and with minimal success). “Where is he?”

The interaction caught the attention of more people around them, and the Lords’ staff members were alarmed. They panicked, immediately approaching them.

“Sorry about this…” they said and bowed, before turning to the half-orc with a bad expression and pushing her back. “HEY! You can’t talk to the Golds like that!”

This one had always been meek, so what was going on now? And in the Lord’s precious party, too! How embarrassing!

They had always questioned why this one was kept out of the cage! Sure, she was a slave, but she—and her race, in general—was so dirty they should never interact so closely with humans—especially with the nobles!

It was universally believed that half-orcs had some unknown disease to them. It was like how they called the goblins ‘rats’ —short for ratus, which were disgusting critters that ate corpses like maggots—or “tunnelscum”.

It was also similar to how they called Dwarves ‘Grubs’ or ‘Bearded Grubs’, which was akin to their view of the small race being creatures of soil, also dirty.

It was why the Lord and others wouldn’t touch half-orcs like her intimately. However, at the same time, keeping her as a ‘pet’ was a major status symbol so they were still sought after.

The guards and staff reprimanded Maomao. “Kneel down! Slap yourself!” they ordered. After a pause, the half-orc did indeed do so.

She kneeled down and slapped herself, though her face was full of anger.

Slap!

“Stop it,” Olga said, in an authorative tone, and the half-orc did pause. Olga was stronger than the staff members so, as a citizen, Maomao listened to her more by rule.

The rabbit orc’s eyebrows furrowed as she looked up to meet Olga’s eyes. “There’s no need to hurt yourself.”

Otto nodded at the interaction and looked at the servants. “It’s fine. Let us talk.” He then walked to the servant and handed a couple of silver from his space.

“She made us angry, you see,” he said, tone full of meaning. “Can we borrow a room?”

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Maomao was forced to calm down by order and he could only follow the Golds to a private room on the ground floor.

Like the servants, she assumed she was being put aside so they could torture her in the private chambers.

She had superior hearing so she even heard some servants mutter under their breaths. “The Golds aren’t so special after all,” he said. “They’re into those things just like us.”

So when the Golds appeared casual as they closed the door, with them finding a seat to use or a wall to lean on, she was a little confused.

Olga, the female, even patted her head. She froze and paled, making the woman take away her hand. “I’m sorry…”

Maomao blinked, now more confused than ever. Why would the noble human apologize to her?

The brothers looked at the interaction with mild interest. “So you know Gochi?” Otto asked, straight to the point.

The mention of her precious friend by noble humans made her feel bad, so she glared at them. Unfortunately, she was already ordered to behave so she could not do anything else.

“Yes,” she said with gritted teeth. “He is family.”

So that’s what it was.

Obi thought for about the ‘scent’ on him for a bit. Was it when he sparred with Gochi?

Before leaving Alterra, Obi challenged Gochi to a spar in the Barracks’ sparring ring.

While his siblings did business, he bought weapons and sparred with various elementalists and the half-orc.

Of course, he leveled his strength to their level, but he felt his technique had improved by miles during the days he stayed there. They lacked the strength, but their minds really worked differently from his, and it could be said to be an enlightening experience.

Anyway, it was really amazing and he hoped to do that again.

Before leaving, Gochi took all the shamelessness he had to ask him for a favor. He described his friends and begged them to buy them, promising to pay back in some way.

“I still have two friends missing,” Gochi had said before. “One is Nana. She is a tall half-orc with the capability to fly. She is pregnant, and should’ve given birth by now.”

“Another one…” he paused, his eyes softening a lot more. “…is Maomao. She is very cute. She has long ears that twitched whenever there was a sound and cute puffy tails one would want to touch—don’t touch it though.”

“…”

At the time, Obi just shrugged and said he’d do what he could, not really thinking of encountering one so soon!

He looked at the girl in front of him, matching he features with the ones Gochi described. “Is your name Maomao?”

The rabbit’s eyes widened. “You—”

Obi smiled, though his looked more smug than anything. He crossed his arms as he looked at the bunny. “He asked me to look for you.”