After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World novel Chapter 558

"Do slaves have the same rights as you do?" A pretty feminine voice from the side said, making everyone turn to her.

It was Vivian, the former reporter, unsurprisingly asking the sharp questions. Her question hit the realization in the others’ minds and they looked at the Alterans with inquiry and maybe a bit of guardedness.

Sunny’s smile didn’t change. "Altera doesn’t keep slaves."

This made everyone look at her, some in disbelief and some in hope. "Really?"

"Altera doesn’t need to," Crow stepped forward and added. "For one, it’s against our code of ethics as Terrans."

"Altera’s citizens aren’t forced to do anything. We are completely willing to join forces to enhance it, to defend it, and to go to other territories to fight for it.

"You should’ve noticed that none of us are guards. Citizens like us are willing to risk our lives to go to war. Why?"

"Yes, why?"

Crow rarely smiled, so this came out as a bit of a smirk. Only he and his friends knew how sincere he was.

"Because Altera is worth it."

…

The Alterans were patient with the various questions thrown at them after that.

Although they wanted to get back to war, they understood what Crow was trying to do—something that would be more impactful than just the few of them pushing through.

It was a bit odd with the corpses of the enemies around, but after so long in this place, few people were queasy.

In fact, the topics somehow even ended being a bit… commercial.

"Do you have… anymore?" one person asked an Alteran. "I mean… I can pay."

"Oh?" Alteran #1 said, blinking, "Oh, okay."

He then took out a piece of crackers and the man handed him a few silvers!

"This… you can have a few more."

This time it was the man’s look of disbelief. "This…"

"It’s fine."

In another spot, a few people went to another Alteran. "Do you have another cloth? Any will do, it’s just that I—"

"Hmn, I happen to have an old pair of pants. Its hem is a little damaged tho, and I just used it as pajamas."

"I can buy it!"

And so on.

It had to be said: Alterans, even during wars, could still make money.

Crow and his friends watched this in amusement. Of course, this couldn’t last long. After all, they had a war to fight.

He looked around to see everyone in his team had already rested, and he clapped his hands. "It’s time for us to go now," he said.

This made the Fargo citizens look at him in a bit of panic, their stares making the Alterans shiver a bit. "What?"

"Wait, don’t go yet!" they yelled, standing up. Even those who were limping crowded around them. The Alterans sweat-dropped, feeling a little suffocated. Some paranoid Alteran even thought they fell into a trap or something.

"What about us?"

"Yes, what about us!"

The Alterans were very confused. "What about you?"

"You mentioned contribution points. How could we make sure we’re listed?"

Ah.

At this, Crow and Sunny took out some writing tools to list down the names of those who helped out. "Tell me your names and what you did."

"Pencil and paper? Wow you guys really preprared before the Migration."

"This? No, Altera produces this." Though to be fair, they had a lot because they were part of the Architectural and Engineering team.

Either way, the Fargo citizen’s eyes twitched at his words.

So… other people could make clothing, food, and paper now? Didn’t the refugees say Fargo was already very good? How come the gap was so big to others?

Anyway, the citizens rushed to get listed, afraid to be missed out. Those at the back of the queue made sure they were visible to the Alterans as well. Of course, some people hiding inside their homes saw this and tried to get listed too.

Instead of ignoring them (which was what they’d have done, had they been in their own territory), they just listed their names, promising to add points when they actually did something.

"But if you want to go to another path—" _{freeweɓnovel.cøm}