After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World - Chapter 599

Chapter 599: The Loss of Fargo
In his mind, he was already torturing this woman and her people to death, looking down as they pleaded and begged for mercy.

However, before he could even be a slightest bit happy with this plan, the woman’s voice resounded in his mind again.

“Swear to never attack Altera Village or any of its affiliates.”

“What?”

“Do you really think I’m an idiot?”

Fargo’s eyes twitched as the damned headache broke into his mind again, and it felt like a long needle stabbed his eye straight to his brain.

“The war is still ongoing, and my mana has more or less recovered,” she said, lying with a straight face. “I’ve been dying to test out a few skills with humans. Why don’t you die for science?”

“I always wanted to know how painful your head is right now.”

His eyes widened and he looked at her. “YOU!!”

At that moment, he felt another sharp bout of pain attack his head. However, Fargo was still someone who had been trained thoroughly in tortures—and this included undergoing them himself as a child. How could a little headache shake him?

The knife on the boy’s neck remained stable to Althea’s disappointment. He glared at her, his eyes seeming to drip in blood. “HEAL ME!”

“I can swear to alleviate your pain if you take the deal,” she said. “Otherwise, it can go so much worse.”

Althea was actually not sure about the effects of the thing. In fact, it was thoroughly possible for the effects to disappear or get muted when he leveled up, but she certainly wasn’t going to tell him that.

At the same time, she didn’t want Fargo to use the boy and his father to prematurely give him the antidote (which she didn’t have by the way). “And don’t think I’m as soft-hearted as these soldiers. I’m still a scientist at heart. I may be more interested in seeing how my poison affects your body.”

At this, Fargo had no choice but to succumb.

“FINE!” he said in the end. However, he was not a suicidal idiot either, modifying the agreement to what he needed.

“But you, too, must swear an oath, to take away this headache without further damage to me. You will also allow me—as well as all the surviving members my guards and of the Rongo mercenary team—to leave the territory safe and sound.

“And you must also allow us to leave us with all of our belongings.” He wasn’t an idiot who would allow himself to venture out without weapons!

“That is my minimum request. Otherwise, we might as well all die here!”

Althea thought for a while. Leaving them out without their belongings was indeed almost akin to death, and there was no way Fargo would agree to it. Even if there were a few strongmen left, they would still fall if mobbed by hundreds of monsters without anything.

Althea nodded and, after several moments of peace, the two of them entered the Village Hall.

“You’re doing the oath?”

“Yes.”

He looked at her with narrow eyes. “You sure are powerful enough to represent your territory.”

Althea’s face remained unchanged. “The system assigned me to lead this war,” she said and hopped to the platform without another word.

Fargo also did the same, leaving the boy to Okra’s hands.

Althea stood tall and firm, telling them the contents of their oaths. She repeated it a few times, ensuring they wouldn’t miss a thing.

She watched them do their oaths, watching their wordings and correcting as many loopholes as she could.

Victor and the others watched with complicated expressions. Would they really have to let go of Fargo like this? However, they also knew they weren’t strong enough to risk otherwise.

After the oaths, Fargo raised his head to look at her, as if remembering her face—probably so he could vividly dream of her torture. Althea felt this, but she didn’t show anything.

“Your turn,” he said, similarly listening to what she said. Anyway, his oath was valid only if he agreed to hers.

“I swear that I, an elder of Altera and its representative during the duration of this war, will give Fargo the solution to take away the pain I caused and tell him the way to keep his condition from worsening.”

Fargo looked at her suspiciously at this and Althea ignored him, continuing with her oath.

“I shall also allow Amon Fargo and his surviving and ambulatory allies to leave the gates of Fargo Village—exclusively on this date.”

That was to say, anyone he decided to leave and plant could be hunted down after the day.

Fargo internally cursed at this and looked at her. “Ambulatory?”

“You’re not going to take the ones who can’t walk anymore, right? Besides, we cannot hurt any of you after this.”

Fargo looked coolly at her. If one didn’t look at how bloodied he was and how his normally meticulous hair looked now, one wouldn’t realize this man just experienced a crushing defeat.

“Add you, your people, or anyone else can attack us, even outside the walls.”

Althea’s eyes showed a glint of sharpness then. “No one participating in this war, including citizens of Fargo left behind, can attack you today, even outside the gate.”

After a few more tweaks, they locked the agreement.

What he didn’t know was that a lot of the guards had their legs damaged as an instruction early on. How many men could really come with him in the end?

Even when they get out, how many could really help out in the end? At best, they’d only be meatshields.

They stood to the side so Fargo could fulfill his part of the deal as Althea took out a bottle of diluted healing potion to help him out.

Immediately, Fargo felt the headache subside. “What about the rest?” he asked. “I can tell you believe it will have lingering effects.”

Althea shrugged. “Just level up,” she said.

Fargo’s dark eyes looked at her before taking out the two tokens hidden in his clothes. “I’m surprised you didn’t put it in the space,” she said, lying with a straight face again. “Or is it that they couldn’t be placed in the space?”

“Take this token for yourself and you will know.”

“Not interested,” she said. “I prefer just poisoning people than leading a territory.”

Fargo didn’t answer her anymore and simply extended his large palms to hand the tokens over to her. His large bloodstained hands lingered on her clean and soft ones a little longer than proper.

Althea pushed down the disgust, knowing that it wasn’t the time to push this man’s buttons, and simply used her assessment skill to confirm the validity of the tokens.

[Used! Assessment Skill! Lord Token of Bright Village (Lv3)]

[Used! Assessment Skill! Lord Token of Fargo Village (Lv3)]

She nodded, feeling a bit relieved, but her guard still didn’t drop by a little, afraid Fargo found a loophole somewhere.

Fargo and the two aborigines then gestured to finally leave, though not forgetting to look darkly at everyone else in that room. There were definitely dark thoughts in their mind but the Alterans and their allies couldn’t have the mind for them.

When the three exited the center, the long-awaited announcement coincidentally echoed in her head.

[Ding! Altera Village (Lv3) had met the conditions of winning against Fargo Village (Lv3). (The rewards would automatically be added to your system). Speed Bonus: +20% Rewards]

[Gained! +625 Gold, +58422 Silver, +2431190 Copper from the territory!]

[Gained! +812 Gold, +26232 Silver, +992111 Copper from New Slaves!]

[Gained! +5932 New Slaves, +2612 Old Slaves.]

[You have chosen not to Merge at this time.]

Her eyebrows rose.

Just in time.