After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World - Chapter 807

Chapter 807: Finally Departing (Part 1)
Early the next day, the team met up again as scheduled, but this time for some final departure instructions and the like.

The whole territory shook as they saw hundreds of goblins lined up neatly—untied—following Gill.

Where are they going? Was the most commonly asked question around the streets that day.

Among these looks were naturally greed and Gill and the others tried to take note of as many as they could. This was inevitable. Goblins were really too attractive, but they needed them too urgently to hold back.

They already expected quite a few attacks heading their way during their travels. Fortunately, except for a few level 20 mercenaries around, the rest were at the level of villages. Hopefully, whatever scuffle happened, no one would be seriously hurt.

Speaking of the level 20 mercenaries, some of the people who seemed open about their greed was the Yutot Mercenary Team. They were watching the parade from the side, and didn’t even bother hiding their discussions.

“That’s a lot of goblins…”

“Didn’t the lord of Voumi Town express his need for a few?”

They were technically locals in Guia Village, assigned by a partnering town years prior. They had been maximized until they were level 15, however at some point they couldn’t handle the stagnancy and travelled to and fro towns (usually Voumi), also to trade and make money.

They were given some independence and were registered as Mercenaries in Voumi Town. Voumi Town had better incentives for mercenaries versus Ferrol Town, particularly considering the kind of team they were, so although Ferrol was technically nearer to them, they opted to partner with the other instead.

Anyway, they were gone for a few weeks, staying in Voumi and finally becoming a formal Mercenary Team. They did not expect so much to have changed when they returned.

The leader, Shon, looked at his companions. “Hey, did anyone see Rod?”

Rob was one of their main members. He landed level 20 already and had become even more arrogant. Was he too busy with his women to forget their rendezvous?

No one could answer for a while, but no one moved, their eyes focused on watching the line of goblins as they headed to the gates. They memorized the forces with them, analyzing if they could be taken on.

Some of the more troublesome people like that Gill and Rowan didn’t seem to be coming with this group, which was good. This left that chubby man—who was also in his level 20s—to be their greatest threat.

Looking at how he was jumping around and teasing his teammates, and seeing how he was being excessively friendly he was to the goblins—to be honest, his level was soon forgotten and so was his threat level.

There was also the younger one, but the rest of them were less than level 15, which was easy.

The Yotut Mercenary Team was a 50-member group. They had also recruited a few low-level people from Voumi Town looking for a group. They all headed to Guia to settle and rule their own part of the territory there.

They had a pretty good deal with Baltimore, and they could occupy a piece of land as base. Towns were out of their league and they were perfectly content to settle in a village—especially if it was the best Village in the region.

When they found out Baltimore’s rotting head right by the gate, they knew things had changed.

However, rather than be angry, they were glad.

This meant that Baltimore—a level 30 bastard with the backing of a city— was gone and they didn’t have to answer to him anymore. Rather than just occuppy a small piece of land, they could take the whole thing!

If the Masters found out about the change in ownership, they would just declare that they took it back from the people who killed Baltimore! They might even get rewarded!

They were actually meeting up to consolidate the information they had and make a plan. That bastard Rod decided he was horny and couldn’t think well, so he went away and did his own thing.

Shod didn’t mind. That man was more brawn than brain, anyway.

However, before they could even start discussing, one of their scouts ran towards them, pale.

“I found where Rod is,” he said, gasping. Shod looked at him with a deep frown on his face.

“Speak.”

“He was sent to prison!”

This made everyone turn to him in disbelief. “What?”

“It’s the damned new rules,” the scout said after taking a couple of breaths. “We can’t seriously injure people or even have the intent—we’ll get transported out to the prison directly!”

The members all had indignant faces. They were among the strongest forces here in Guia back then, but they didn’t become guards. Baltimore didn’t mind because they always sent him a lot of money, and they helped out when they could.

They would also buy Black Metal for a good price, and they’d sell them to other territories like Voumi Town for a much higher price. As they trained, they also earned money, which eventually allowed the group to grow so much.

In Guia, the citizens would always look at them with fear and respect. When they returned—as a formal mercenary team, no less—they expected to receive more reverence.

Instead, those who knew them would find a way to avoid talking with them, and those who didn’t didn’t send them a second look!

Shon’s expression darkened, and he looked at the humans followed by the Goblins. Goblins were desired resources, especially when they had succumbed and weren’t trying to kill themselves.

Voumi Town had been buying those rats for a very good amount, even more than Ferrol Town. If they traded these things for help to take over Guia, then it would be a win-win. After all, Black Metal was also a desired item.

“Just in time,” he said, metaphorically sharpening his knives. “Let’s go! We will show them their place!”