After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World novel Chapter 442

Another chapter dedicated to Lin-chan! Thank you LotusLin for the castle! *HUG*

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Fargo.

The meeting adjourned with the battle plan and Amon sent people to Bright ahead of time.

Aborigines would come in different groups from Terrans and they would pretend not to know each other.

While technically aborigines beyond the level cap couldn’t directly participate in wars, Amon could think of at least a dozen ways for them to cause damage despite this limit.

The next few days would be very busy, and Belize watched as they strategized, and determined the best part of action for occupation.

The aborigine couldn’t help but look at this Lord in admiration, then his eyes sharpened.

He could already see the territory in their hands.

Although it was just a village, he had tasted the products the spies brought back. They were very special. As someone who came from the city, he knew how much money those people were willing to spend for some enjoyment.

If they obtained the production method, they would really be able to rake in money.

With that, upgrading to Town in less than a few years was really no dream. It was amazing. He had never heard of a territory upgrade so quickly.

"You like what you’re seeing," Amon uttered as he stared at Belize, who flinched a bit as he nodded humbly.

"I admire the potential of your land, milord. It is unprecedented."

Amon obviously liked what he said, as his body language lounged and he nodded at him in approval.

"Well, would you like to personally oversee how we’d take over that territory?"

Although his level would prohibit him from attacking, he could still be plenty of help. Amon also wanted to show how Terrans, despite their current low levels, were not as weak as they seemed.

Belize’s eyes brightened, unaware of his thought process. "Yes, milord."

He was looking forward to this trip to Bright Village, curious, feeling that he’d learn something from a war between villages.

…

Amon, now alone, looked out the window and saw his citizens acting like decent pieces of his machine.

Bright would be his, he was certain. However….

His sharp eyes couldn’t help but stay on the name Altera, with information cut before he could see what he could. Judging by how the data was already in his panel, it meant that there was already his person there, but that person died too quickly.

The current information told him that his person died within the territory walls of Altera, otherwise no information would be sent to his panel. So he was either found out—which was already worrisome as this was one of his best scouts—or something triggered the suicide mechanism in him.

Either way, it put Altera on his list of territories to watch.

After Bright, he mused, you are next.

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Altera, a few hours prior.

It was a standard day for Alteran guards, with everyone doing their jobs in different parts of the territory. It so happened that today, Plaridel was assigned to the group making rounds.

The soldiers were rarely assigned to the territory as they were far more useful outside, but in rare cases they were assigned to the group making rounds.