After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World novel Chapter 483

Meanwhile, while his enemies either despaired, sobbed, or worried, Fargo was admiring his new riches and resources. It was just that he looked at his ’wallet’ and was sorely disappointed.

"So little gold?" he asked, no one in particular.

On his arm was a gorgeous tanned Aborigine woman he hired from the village center and another was a beautiful blonde Terran in her twenties.

At his question, the reporting men quickly explained themselves. "The sentries were relatively plenty at around 300 meters apart. They also developed the territory and it could be seen that the lord invested in infrastructure.

"Hm…" Fargo relaxedly watched the video recorded in his hand. The aborigine woman looked at the ’magic image’ in awe, while the blonde looked curious.

The camera was taken from a poor teenager killed early on. This was chargeable with a solar panel they took from another poor bloke that was now similarly part of the soil.

He had always liked chaos, but he didn’t like to get dirty. It gave him the feeling of being a god—giving orders here and there and then seeing the news, the videos, of what his words created.

However, seeing this, it was no wonder people liked going to war so much. He made a mental note to watch it in person next time.

In any case, although it was a pity he wasn’t able to see it for himself, it was enough to know he held a new token.

As he admired the sufferings captured in the videos, he also observed the state of his new territory.

"This is impressive. Did they buy custom buildings?"

The video also showed farms, shops, and a variety of food products.

He really made money.

"We got them. They’re richer than I expected."

"Those goods," he asked, "Where are they?"

The men looked guilty, and Fargo’s eyebrows rose.

The food was basically consumed by their men as soon as they got them. There was no way—they had been enduring horrible food for two months!!

Of course, they left enough for the lord (and a few favorite women) to enjoy for about a week. So this was what they presented.

It wasn’t that Fargo didn’t notice, but he (and his women) were fascinated by the selection.

The men felt guilty and then terrified when they saw the nozzle of guns pointed at their heads.

They immediately flopped down to beg. "We apologize, milord! We apologize!"

"You stole from me, don’t you know what happens to people who stole from me?"

"Milord—"

BANG!

BANG!

Fargo looked coldly at the reporting men. Anyway, there were plenty of people who went to Bright and these two had been underwhelming. They probably fought for a chance to report to him to show off.

Turned out to be one of the last decisions they’d ever make.