After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World - Chapter 971

Chapter 971: Eshno

A/N: Six Hours to go before November Ends! We’re just a little bit short for Top 1! If you have extra Golden Tickets, we would appreciate it sooo much if you send us some~! ehhehe

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With this, Gill had another helper to find out more information as fast as he could.

He had already known some basic things about Jacoba from Ghesso. He even knew of the route guards took. Gill needed help to find her location and schedule and they would meet up midway every hour.

Unexpectedly, at some point, Ghesso brought him news. “Sir…,” he paused. “Someone else is doing investigations as well.”

“What?”

“They are also asking around about the wedding, specifically,” he said. “They were investigating the bride and the groom’s schedules as well as their current locations—basically similar to us.”

Gill narrowed his eyes and stood up. “Where?”

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The fellow investigators were currently in a cheap tavern at the edge of town. They were a small group huddled at a corner, drinking. He and Ghesso ordered some drinks as well, though he wasn’t particularly looking forward to its taste.

Although the Town did have the system Tavern, the Lord made it too expensive. The Town was not small so there were a few noblemen who set up some cheaper versions, which targeted the middle class.

These nobles, of course, had to get the backing of more powerful nobles from the cities, otherwise, the Lord would definitely find a way to either take them down or steal their shops.

Of course, the product sold here were naturally inferior to system Taverns, let alone Alterrans’. Gill hadn’t tasted it yet, but from what he gathered, it was just alcohol diluted several times with water.

If the younger members of the team were here, they’d call this ‘Almost-Ale’ or ‘Spritzy Water’.

He wouldn’t admit it, but he did miss them a bit.

Anyway, the two of them were positioned relatively nearby and well within earshot. They listened in to what they were discussing, but unfortunately nothing significant could be gathered. It was basically just ranting, especially from the person leading the team.

At first, it was just ranting about their own home, or how excessively lavish people were in here. But then, he shifted his tone, and the topic actually became pretty important.

“They’re so rich while we rotted in a small village for years!” he said, gritting his teeth, though the way his tone elongated was indicative of his drunkenness. “It was my family who built this place! It was MY grandparents who determined the right methodology!” he yelled, slapping the table.

This made Gill’s eyebrows rise in interest. Finally, something juicy.

“How many slaves died during the process!? It was not them who shouldered that cost, it was my family!”

“Yet they’re living so lavishly—throwing parties when all we could do was fight for our lives to get just a bit of food and water!

“This should’ve all been mine!” the man yelled, throwing his cup in anger. He growled and looked at one of the women accompanying them.

He grabbed her head and pushed her down to his crotch. “Make me feel better, bitch,” he ordered and, judging from how he groaned shamelessly a minute later, the woman was doing as she was told.

It was a woman from that industry though and it came completely natural for everyone. Even if the woman was crying—Gill could hear her muted sobs from where he was—no one seemed to care. He could tell she was obviously forced into this kind of life.

Gill gripped his cup so hard that it made cracks. However, he didn’t risk getting into trouble at this time.

He just knew his Cassandra would live something similar if he married that man!

At this point, after seeing all these things, maybe he’d just kidnap her—even if she didn’t want to!

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About an hour before dusk, a grand entourage of beast carriages arrived at the gates. It was really flashy. Not only were the Beast Carts fast, intimidating some of the ‘weaker’ beasts in the streets, but they were also colorful and ornate.

The line of carriages traversed the main avenues, as if making sure everyone knew of their arrival. The procession stopped at a large plaza in front of the Lord’s Palace.

At this time, many people had already arrived to watch the show, including Gill and Ghesso. From a distance, they also saw those people from before.

After the carriages remained unmoving for about a minute, servants appeared outside the largest, most ornate, carriage. They opened the door which had an interior curtain made of silk, which would eventually reveal the person inside.

Ester was only a Town, even if it was a Level 2 Town. They were really going deep into the ‘royalty’ thing, which said a lot about the vanity of these people.

Soon, a man with a big belly went down with his head held up high, as if to show his pride and height (which wasn’t that unusual). He then looked around with interest, his eyes also showing a glint as if he was looking at his own property.

Gill and Ghesso watched every one of his moves from a distance, with the former using his specs and lip-reading skills to know what the bastard was saying.

“Finally here to meet my wife!” he said, with confident eyes assuming he’d get everything he wanted.

Gill wanted to magically teleport there and wipe that smirk off his face.

The newcomers had no idea of the hostility directed straight at them though. Instead, they were respectfully greeted by a few butlers.

Right after him, a line of voluptuous servants and women in skimpy clothing came down from the same carriage, a few going straight into his embrace.

From the other carriages, a number of servants went down, along with a few more voluptuous women.

Gill had to let go of his scope lest he destroy it in his anger. He could only follow as the party was led to a nice villa assigned to them, not too far from the Lord’s Palace.

The group entered the house and Gill lost sight of them, but his anger had not diminished, lingering in his heart and making his entire body uncomfortable.

However, he was a special soldier who could compartmentalize—no matter how angry he actually was.

After several deep, deep, breaths, he gathered himself. His dark eyes were fixed on the house where that man was— no doubt—philandering again, all while thinking of humiliating his Cassandra at the same time!!

Now…, how could he go about this without putting any of them in danger?