After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World novel Chapter 216

It was late in the afternoon when the west-bound group arrived in the vicinity of Vismont Village.

The familiar wall was there, and it was as ugly as ever.

Among the group of nearly a hundred or so people, a certain trio couldn’t help but huddle together for a discussion.

"Afraid?" Crow uttered, dark eyes staring at the level 2 fence in front of him. They knew very well what they were set here to do would rouse ire from the higher-ups of this territory.

It was difficult to believe that a few days ago, they were being bullied so harshly simply for speaking out.

But now? They came back to bully it in turn.

This was the power of having a backer.

Dog pompously scoffed at his question, but his shaking knees gave him away. "We have Rowan here."

Sunny looked a little worried. "What if that guy hires NPCs too?"

"Last time the village center was only one floor…" Dog said, but his voice was a bit quieter than before. "...he probably… can’t…?"

"How long ago was that? So much could happen."

The group chatted as they approached the gate. Their eyes were soon met with the sight of quiescent guards lounging about. They were lazy in their stance, uninspired with their jobs, and someone was even carelessly sitting down and eating fruit while slowly falling asleep.

However, the arrival of their group made enough noise that it woke up every one of the guards.

Their group was not too big compared to the refugees who immigrated from fallen villages, but they were not small either.

Seeing Crow, Dog, and Sunny, the eyes of a few guards narrowed.

"You look a bit familiar."

They did not deliberately hide their identities, one was for pride, and the other was they had no way: Fabric was still expensive and they couldn’t make mystery robes.

"Well, we lived here before."

The guards sneered, looking at them smugly. "Oh? You like living in the wild, then?"

This guy obviously looked up to this territory so much that he didn’t think there’d be any better situation outside of it.

He did not even notice their clean skin and clothes. Neither did he see their healthy complexions.

However, he did see the items they were carrying. "What’re in the bags?"

"Resources we’re trying to sell," Crow said blandly, implying it was just wood and stone as anyone else would think. After all, bluntly lying to this ’customs officer’ and getting discovered would definitely get them in a lot more trouble than it was worth.

Most of the guards scoffed in distaste and were about to let them pass. However, someone had a very good nose and got a whiff of the supposedly scentless food inside.

It put Dog’s name to shame.

"Wait!" He said, trudging in front of them. He had a large belly, an amazing thing considering the state of food when they left. He sniffed at Sunny’s backpack, sending goosebumps. Dog frowned and pulled her closer to him.

The guard did not notice this exchange, his attention was completely on the bags. "Oh? Smells good. Let me see." He looked curious, extending his grubby hands to the nearest bag, his tone non-negotiable.

They frowned but had no choice but to show. Sunny reluctantly opened the backpack, revealing a lightbox containing the lightest food that was most practical to carry: Biscuits.

They didn’t look very special by Terran standards, but it was enough to make the guards widen their eyes and drool.

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"Bloody hail!"

"B-Biscuits?!"

When they saw everyone was carrying a flimsy cotton backpack, their eyes sparkled.

They didn’t even think of asking where it came from but just looked at them greedily.

So many days of that horrendous food must have gotten to their brains.

The Alterans frowned at the sight of their greedy faces. This was not the type of ’hype’ they had hoped to receive.

The guards cheered as they looked at the bags of the other people. It was as if it was already theirs.

"Wow! Jerky!"

"Shit, is this instant noodles?! Why do you have so many?"

"Soft bread!"

"This is rice cakes! Holy cow!"

Then the leader, a bulky man who went by the name of Brong, couldn’t help narrowing his eyes at the odd group. "They must have more in their space."

This made everyone frown even deeper. A few were even prepared to start fighting.

Then, letting the tense air ferment, Brungo grinned, showing his ugly golden teeth. "But we are not corrupt people. Things in people’s space stay in people’s space."