After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World - Chapter 114

Chapter 114: Suspicions
Thousands of goblin corpses and humans covered the soil. Whether it was outside or inside the walls, blood and body parts of two very different races littered the ground.

Ironic how the only way these two races could be seen ‘together’ was if there was blood involved.

The sight of corpses—humans or goblins—splayed out so miserably made their eyes burn. It was not just a troubling sight, but a depressing one. The Terrans always felt it was an unnecessary fight.

The locals were even more indignant.

Although not unusual in territory wars, the fact that they had fought and lost so much to an ‘inferior race’ was extremely humiliating for them.

Hence, even after several hours after the war, some people kicked the goblins’ bodies out of anger.

In Garan’s team, only a handful were left in the village, the rest staying with the captives somewhere else.

They feared they’d all be mobbed and stabbed to death by the bitter citizens who had lost too much in this battle.

From what they’ve been hearing, they had never lost before, let alone lost so badly.

The Terran soldiers looked at each other and sighed.

Wars between nations in their time had long been over. They may be soldiers, and their hands covered with blood, but those were all criminals and terrorists—The world was better without them.

What about this? There was even a young girl that died due to the explosion of the door. There was an old man who got burned by a missed fireball. There was also a pregnant woman who was crushed by the so-called dwarven weapon.

This was a real war, where innocent lives splayed the ground everywhere…

While looking at the battlefield in melancholy, they saw a mighty group of people approach them.

It was the lord Barton and about a dozen cohorts. The man looked at their group and frowned when he saw there were only a few of them.

They looked quite imposing and only Barton didn’t look at them with sharpness, at least on the surface. “Where are the goblins?” He asked.

A little alarm bell rang in their ears, making their bodies a little stiff and guarded. However, Garan didn’t express any of it on his face.

Instead, he looked at the lord unfazed and answered in a calm tone. “We secured them outside, as we are afraid of any revenge attacks from the survivors. What’s wrong Milord?”

Barton paused, narrowing his eyes, trying to figure out if he was making excuses.

It was not that he often didn’t follow his own words. But there was no way, he heard this group actually managed to catch a lot of goblins—an unprecedented feat!

He had just received the ‘wins’ from the war, and he only received a hundred gold! That was a chump change! Especially considering the damage these rats made!

How could he be reconciled?

“I want them. I’ll pay you more than the market price.” He said, introducing the compromise. In his words, he wanted to make money out of these captured goblins, so he was technically not going back on his words.

However, Garan and the others frowned. They knew the reason this Lord agreed with his request was because he didn’t believe they’d be able to capture goblins alive. They looked at the aggressive-looking cohorts and knew they reported their moves to this lord.

Naturally, Garan would not give the goblins up at this juncture. “I’m afraid that’s not possible.”

The locals looked at him in disbelief. Barton frowned deeply, while his cohort yelled out. “What??”

“Our team had already left. They were worried some escaped goblins will run after us, so we ran even faster.”

The other were silent.

“Really?” One man sneered, “It seemed to me like you were friendly with the goblins.”

“It seemed like you helped them out just yesterday, right?”

Garan frowned at his reaction. For a moment, he thought they were being suspected as traitors.

However, from what he gathered the past few hours, there was no need to be suspicious of any of them. But… they didn’t want them to think they were out of trouble!

Garan stood there, staring at him, as if he would say another truth if he stared harder.

“We helped them because we were planning on buying the slaves, but the war happened.

“Our researchers found that being good to the slaves significantly increases their productivity.”

Lord Barton’s shoulder relaxed a little and he looked at him in interest. “Oh? Mind telling me more?”

Garan nodded, doing the standard salute to nobles. “Studies showed that giving even the slightest bit of better treatment could increase productivity and loyalty of these creatures by a significant amount.

“For instance, allowing for a break 10 minutes longer, giving a few spoonfuls more of their food, among others.”

“I see,” was all he said. But then he looked at the group deeply, trying to figure out the truth of this. “They cannot be called back?”

“Yes, I apologize.”

“Very well.” He said, tone unchanging, and even Garan did not know what he meant.

In the end he just turned away, ignoring his existence.

Garan and his team watched the other group leave, staring back at some of the cronies who were looking back, looking at them menacingly.

When the other group left, so did Garan’s, heading towards the meet-up spot.

As such—at least for now—they left safely with hundreds of goblins in the guise of selling them.

But a few people, including some from Barton’s party, were not reconciled. Garan could tell their small-mindedness from miles away.

Of course, unless they had killing intent, they wouldn’t try to fight to the death either.

After all, they were still on the side of humans. There may come a time they would have to give up the goblins.

If it really came to that, there was no need to feel guilty, they had done enough for them.

But this was the worst case scenario. They would still want save as many lives as they could.