After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World - Chapter 1064

Chapter 1064: Patte’s Plans

“I have to say that—as a person from a town—how you’re treating us is seriously concerning,” Patte said. His words were diplomatic—he did receive proper training as a child—but the way his face was twitching indicated he wanted to rip off someone’s face.

It wasn’t obvious considering how Patte let go of all decorum in villages and just did what he wanted but, as a town prince, he did have a ‘proper’ side to him—which was especially useful when he went to stronger towns with his father.

He just didn’t think he’d ever be forced to use that training in a mere village.

In any case, he didn’t believe this was because they ‘talked’ to a couple of small women, and they weren’t lying when—for the most part—they were only defending.

“We haven’t broken any rules. On the contrary, we were even wronged,” Patte repeated with gritted teeth. He was really using a life’s worth of patience by not talking with fists.

These damned rules and regulations must be the most infuriating set to ever exist in this continent. Normally, after doing what they wanted, they’d just punch their way to go outside as a shortcut.

Now, they could only slap their way to prison.

It’s so annoying!

They were not idiots who could be fooled into sending themselves to prison. At least, not anymore. So they could only grit their teeth for now and try to get out of this by talking.

More importantly—he had already said he was from Basset Town, and that he was even the heir. How dare these low lives act arrogantly in front of him?

“You are spying on us.” This time, it was Jun who spoke up.

This made them flinch. How did they find out?

“Impossible! We arrived an hour ago!” Panghi yelled at them. They had not yet done anything suspicious!

Jun shook his head. He still had that serious and professional expression on his face, but anyone who knew him knew he was really angry. “We also don’t like your faces, and—most especially—how you treated our citizens. Regardless of whether you are truly spies, we’d still be taking you in for harassment.”

“Just go with us quietly if you don’t want to get hurt,” Gill said, hovering the small hot rocks above them. His tone was impatient—as it usually was—though he was a little more irksome now.

Cassandra’s pregnancy symptoms were becoming more prominent and he—whose shift was usually over by this time—really didn’t like this overtime work.

It didn’t help that they still had bystanders roaming around them, even making useless commentaries. “Gill looks cool! He’s usually so annoying.”

“He is cool as long as he doesn’t open his mouth.”

Gill: “…”

In any case, Patte and the rest of them knew they’d be taken in regardless of what excuses they had.

So… how to escape? Even better, how to cause damage on their way out.

They readied to defend themselves. Except for this guy, the others should be easy to deal with. At worst, one of them could just capture a hostage until they could get to the exit.

Patte didn’t know the exact extent of what counted as ‘hostile movements’—which was vaguely mentioned in the rules—but one of his men could test its limits right now! Then, if it succeeded, they’d dash to the exit and to safety.

He didn’t believe that outside of wars, those sentries—which were abnormally high-leveled for a village—would be attacking them. Even if they did, they’d use the hostages to block the shots.

And when they get back to Basset, these people will die horrible, horrible, deaths!

His eyes darted to Panghi and the others, nodding.

The one advantage of this place was that their avenues were straightforward. As long as they played things right, they might just manage to escape.

However—

“I wouldn’t move if I were you,” the droning voice of the enemy captain echoed and the next thing they knew all the guards that surrounded them were using elements—each one directed straight at them!!

Patte’s eyes widened, while the others gasped and gaped.

What?

“Even if most of their levels are lower than yours, elements can cross several levels above their own,” Jun said. “Would you like to test how much damage you’d receive from a rain of elements?”

It was here that a dollop of molten rock dropped on Panghi’s shoulder and he screamed.

“YOU BASTARD!!” he yelled, lunging towards Gill. Before he could even reach Gill though, a flash of light appeared, and the tall aborigine disappeared.

“Panghi!” Patte yelled, and he glared at the guards.

“The prison he’s sent to is the System prison—that is to say, his life gets drained slowly as long as he stays there.

“If you wanna go to that prison, go ahead—try to attack—though I’m pretty sure you won’t be able to reach a few steps before you’re sent there.”

“Of course, you can also choose to bathe in various elements. Would you be interested in knowing which one hurt the most?”

One of Patte’s men at the farthest decided to make a move then. He had done this many times so, without instruction, he sprinted to the nearest passerby in an attempt to use him as a shield.

He rushed to the person, making sure he wasn’t emitting hostility so he could grab the person. However, before he could even grab hold of the person—who was in a startled daze, popcorn in his mouth falling when he realized that the target was actually him—a barrage of elements poured on him.

“AHHHH!” he screamed, feeling himself burning up, exacerbated by other elements he couldn’t have the mind to analyze anymore.

He was suffering from different types of pain, and he could only succumb. Going to prison was much better than this!

Meanwhile, another person thought that the attention (and elements) were away from them and saw this as his chance to escape. He ran to the other side, but he met a similar fate.

He was showered with sharp wind blades from all sides then. He didn’t die, but he could feel his skin opening morbidly on different parts of his body.

The sight of their companions’ half-dead states doused the fight in many of Patte’s men.

They could only watch as the guards took out sturdy-looking chains made of black metal, obviously about to tie them up.

“You! Don’t touch me!” he looked at the guards approaching him. He whipped his head to glare at Jun and Gill. “You sure are brave being arrogant like this to us.”

Patte then looked at the surrounding citizens. “Look at your guards! Capturing people—from stronger territories, no less—without cause!” he yelled. “Soon, they’d imprison all of you, too—if they didn’t cause your precious territory to fall due to their arrogance first!”

His group had always liked playing with their prey, so they knew a bit about the psychology of people. They had to know this if they wanted to inflict maximum damage—physical or otherwise.

Unfortunately, they hadn’t encountered a territory like Alterra before.

The citizens watching (some with snacks) looked at them oddly.

“The Guards wouldn’t capture anyone unless you’re extremely suspicious!” they answered back, obviously unaffected by his prodding.

“You idiots!” Patte yelled. He didn’t believe people could have such trust in other people!

“If they could capture someone powerful like us—who hasn’t done anything—do you think they won’t unjustly get to you, the weak commonfolk someday?”

He laughed at them, as if he was looking at idiots. However, he was in fact studying who he could grab as hostage. “Don’t you see? They’re fooling you—”

His voice died down when he felt a large shadow looming over him. He looked up to see a large critter walking on two legs.

Patte gulped. “A half-orc!?”

But he wasn’t able to speak anymore because that large hand grabbed his face, and he felt his entire body lifted up.

The next thing he knew he was hurled up through the air and was waved around like a soft branch. The world became a blur of motion, and Patte was helplessly carried through it.

Then—

BANG!

His body was pounded to the ground with a strong thud.

“U-urrgghhh…”

Patte felt dizzy from the pain, unable to absorb what just happened. He just felt a shockwave that left him breathless and disoriented.

Baku stood above him. He spat on Patte’s twitching body (and therefore didn’t count as littering) and sneered. “So noisy.”