After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World novel Chapter 492

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The couple went home very late that night, and they decided to have a proper rest with the children that night. The two babies slept peacefully (and adorably) on their father’s chest, and Althea’s head rested on his broad shoulder.

Garan felt extremely warm, surrounded by his family like this. The depression of the possible deaths and the upcoming war dissipated a bit.

The Elders scheduled the war to happen within 7 days. This was because there would be the element of surprise but, knowing Fargo and the others, a lot of people would be dying in between. The longer they took, the more civilians would suffer.

At the same time, they couldn’t risk their people’s lives by rushing, so they gave themselves some time to prepare everyone.

As they lay there, the couple’s minds went to various places. Garan thought and analyzed their strategies, thinking of loopholes, while Althea thought about the various rules of war.

"How does slavery here work, anyway? I mean, with the added variable of the system." Althea asked, and this made Garan pause.

They indeed needed to be clear on this, as they could have some bearing during the war. Garan thought of what he had gathered during this time. The first thing to mind when it was his wife asking was:

"I heard that slaves’ wealth would automatically go to the lord’s pocket."

Althea’s eyes twitched. So other than half of the lord’s and the territory’s money, they would also get the entire wallet of half the population.

No wonder people still waged war despite all the rules.

She couldn’t help but think of a situation where they visit a stronger territory and a war began. Wouldn’t they risk becoming slaves if they were unable to get out?

She should get more of those exemption tokens from Oslo in case they had to go adventuring someday.

Or even better—figure out how to make them!

"Official Slaves are also system-bound to follow whatever their masters wishes, though in case of territory slaves, any citizen could order them around," he said, gently patting her curvaceous waist as she laid on him. "If they were asked to jump, they would be compelled to do so."

This only applied to territory slaves though. System slaves could only be ’created’ during wars. The other slaves, like most of the goblins caught in Guia back then, weren’t and so they had to be monitored and ordered around closely.

This made Althea flinch and looked at him. "Hadn’t there been cases of slaves fighting back?"

"There are," he said, "But none have succeeded. Slaves could not hurt people—or citizens, to be more accurate—within the territory, not unless ordered by the lord."

"If they found a loophole from the orders, they could fight to orders for a while, but I heard the punishment was draining a person’s lifespan."

They had asked this of both Gaudi and Gochi before they got freed, though in Gochi’s case, it seemed like it never really occurred to him to try. After all, he grew up in such an environment and it was a difficult thing to break away from.

"So pitiful…" she mumbled and he sighed, embracing her closer to him. It so happened that the movement made the babies turn in their sleep and they entered deeper into their shared embrace.

"Don’t worry," he said, hugging her and their babies tighter. "There will be no such thing in Altera."