After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World novel Chapter 314

Amon narrowed his eyes at the newcomer, feeling a bit of hostility. He couldn’t help but observe them a bit more closely.

Looking at their straight postures and stern auras, Amon’s eyebrows rose a little.

Soldiers.

A natural hostility between opposing forces, perhaps?

Perhaps they’d heard of his… management methods and had a dislike for him.

Who knew. Maybe there was even someone here who had actively hunted him in Terran, though thanks to the vast network left by the previous generations, he was never threatened by this nor had he ever cared.

But that didn’t matter to him, those people never succeeded back in Terran, they wouldn’t be able to touch him here.

Amon believed in self-interest triumphed over everything, first and foremost. In fact, not a few of his current cronies were once soldiers-turned-mercenaries.

"Are you sure?" He asked, maintaining his smile, "I took precious tea from Terran. I reserve its enjoyment with valuable guests."

Garan’s stoic face was unmoved, his baritone voice reverberating in the surroundings. "We are just passing by. We’re looking for our respective families."

"As a Lord, I could see the names of visitors and residents. I could help you if you need to find the names of your loved ones if you want."

This made Garan pause. However, no matter how desperate, he would never let him even mention his Althea’s name.

However, declining strongly might give them away. He looked at his team, knowing that it would be unfair to stop them from looking for family. Most of them didn’t have personal vendettas against this man.

"I am fine," He paused, "As for the others, it’s up to them."

A lot of his men’s shoulders slumped in relief. On cue, a couple of footsteps approached.

"Can I, captain?" There were two soldiers, Reuben and Minko, both of whom were not from Eden.

"Of course."

Reuben awkwardly held his bald head as he approached. "Rina Connery. She is my sister. She is nineteen."

"And Mine." Minko said, "Klara Solovic, my wife. She is thirty now."

Amon nodded at them and appeared to look at his panel.

After a few moments, he shook his head. "There are no such people in the territory, unfortunately."

The two men’s shoulders slumped, disappointed. _{freeweɓnovel.cøm}

However, with their example, a handful of others also tried their luck. Each one told of names of family members, hoping to find at least one of them. There were a few similar names, but the ages didn’t match.

Garan looked at his soldiers’ disappointed faces and sighed. "We will investigate on our own and we will no longer bother your lordship," Garan said, not wanting to have further interaction with the man.

"I see. Well, you can come to me if you need anything," he said, raising the guard of several cronies. This group had already caught their attention and alarm even before the lord showed such promise, but now he was being so hospitable!

Fortunately, the new guys were stupid and didn’t appreciate the lord’s gestures and excused themselves, leaving the lord with his cronies.

As they left, Amon’s eyes followed their movements, dark eyes stewing with unknown thoughts.

He looked at Belize right beside him, presence extremely low as always. "Didn’t you say the ice element is extremely rare?" He had asked because it was the element he wanted, not the earth he had gotten.

Belize’s eyebrows rose, turning his head in the direction of the soldiers. "Indeed. I have only met a handful in my 50 years of living."

"Hm. Well, that man had ice… and metal."

Belize flinched. "What?" A dual elementalist? And of rare types, as well.

Looking at him like this, Amon knew he did not have the strength to go against this group.