After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World novel Chapter 422

At this time, the Terran Mercenary’s Team A-2 was on its way to Bright Territory with 20 guards and civilians for training.

Team A-2 consisted of Luis, the pretty boy fire swordman, and Sammy the wind archer.

Well, technically, there was also Eagle. But he was somewhere else, having a private training session somewhere East.

Anyway, the two of them were enough for today’s purpose, especially as the twenty guards with them weren’t bad, and for the most part they were training hard and gaining a lot.

One of the guards with them was Amos, who was a rare A-potential guard, and was a subject for special training. It was estimated he’d have enough merit to climb to captain by the next beast tide, which was saying a lot for such a young lad.

Everyone knew this, and his family had already tried to take advantage of it. Thus, the only peeve with bringing him: He brought his family as part of the civilian team!

They were oriented very clearly that this was training and not babysitting but, apparently, they didn’t get the memo.

"I have a wound!!" A slightly chubby man yelled, lifting his arm that had a small slash with a bit of blood.

Considering where they were and how weak he was, this gash was absolutely nothing.

His name was Alon, Amos’ step-brother about two years younger than he was. The chubby lad was showing it to Amos with an indignant expression on his face.

"Why didn’t you make it weaker?!"

"It only had 1 working limb left. If it couldn’t move at all when you deal with it, then you wouldn’t have grown," Amon answered impassively, "I protected you enough."

It wasn’t even a lie. The amount of protection and carrying he did could’ve helped a small child.

To Alon, however, it sounded like Amos didn’t want to help. "Useless!"

"When I join the guards—" he began, but two of the guards immediately appeared next to them, each one on each side and draping an arm around Amos’s neck.

They were his two good friends among the guards, the Woodworker Team’s Jesse and Angelo.

"We don’t need guards like you," Jesse said and Angelo nodded.

"You think the territory would hire useless trash?"

"YOU!" Alon yelled and the cousins rubbed their poor ears.

They turned their heads to the guy between them. "Dude, you know that even if we opened a formal channel for civilians to join, it didn’t mean we could let useless pigs join in.

"Altera is such a good territory, it doesn’t use cannon fodders. So it’s useless to keep this one, yes?"

They were saying so as a matter-of-factly and the veins in Alon’s head metaphorically popped one by one in his head.

He didn’t dare to fight against the strong guards though, and he glared at his own brother—strong, sure, but a pushover—instead.

"Are you going to let them talk to me like this??" he asked with an indignant tone of voice, as if he wouldn’t dare answer the affirmative.

Amos pursed his lips and his fists clenched.

The pause made Alon very angry. "Mother will hear about this!"

While Amos was silent, his friends spoke for him. "Mehmehmeh~" Jesse said, mimicking mocking baby voices. "Oh nooo I gotta booboo gotta call mommmyyy!"

Angelo ’cried’ with him, "Wuwuwuuwu they’re bullying mere! Wuwuwu!"

Alon’s flabby face turned red and he squealed.

"YOU!!! Just wait til we get back home!!" He yelled at Amos as he walked away, trying to steal other people’s kills.

Idiot.

That was one of the best ways to get hated, right?!

The two looked at their unfortunate friend and couldn’t help but ask, "He’s useless, and you’re so good. Why is your mother still so biased?"

Theoretically, wouldn’t selfish people be kinder to those who served them well?

"Mum loved his dad, she hated mine," was all he said and somehow it really explained a lot. Jesse and Angelo came from a very kind and close-knit family. They never understood families like this one.

"Oh… what a bad mum," Angelo said, patting the lad’s shoulder. "Have you considered finding a new family?"

Amos blinked and looked at the grinning lad, and Jesse couldn’t help but laugh.

He rubbed the tanned lad’s head. "Our Woodworkers happen to be open for adoption."

Amos’ heart warmed and he smiled. Even if there was no way he would abandon his mother and brother, it still felt good to be wanted as family… even if they weren’t blood relatives.