After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World novel Chapter 710

Treck was actually being over-sensitive, of course. The Alterrans were pretty respectful as long as he wasn’t being an arse—which he was, by the way— but even then, they were quite civil.

For an analogy, they were more like secretaries who were tasked to hide the boss from an annoying customer. Distracting, but still respectful.

However, Trek only saw offense. Being played around by people much weaker than he was naturally triggered the arrogant man.

Treck looked at Gochi with greed, already seeing the money. This guy would sell for hundreds of gold in cities!

This… thing… though was now walking with pride, smiling, and it irked him to no end.

Trek followed him to a street with less activity, wanting to make him suffer.

While he could not attack him directly, it didn’t stop him from intimidating the thing.

Anyway, even if he did do anything physical, these weaklings wouldn’t dare go against them—the superior Village of Guia!

"HEY YOU!" he yelled, walking over with an arrogant smile. "What’s a wild animal doing roaming around a clean place?"

Gochi paused and looked at him with furrowed eyebrows. However, he couldn’t find the words to respond and Treck continued with his ’teasing’.

"Amazing how a slave like you can hold his head up," he said with a hostile laugh. "Is it thick skin no, er, thick fur?"

"Have you forgotten how you should act?" he asked. "Was this how you were raised? Shame!"

He was only using his words for now, but his tone reeked of malice—aiming to hurt.

Gochi froze in place, ears ringing. His body reacted on its own and shook in fear. This tone was something he commonly heard from Hoskle villagers and their guests.

It was usually followed by some rocks thrown or some kicks sent and— because they were slaves—they couldn’t do anything about it but take everything on without a sound.

This was, of course, unless their attackers asked them to make sounds for their hearing pleasure.

This was because, while there was little hunger in this place, the sufferings and uncertainties were endless.

Having something strong like half-orcs under their feet made them feel in control of their lives again.

Treck rudely pointed at his chest, smugly poking at it. "Don’t think for a moment that your life here will remain the same."

While Gochi was frozen and Treck barraged him with words, what came after were little voices, aiming to protect.

The kids came faster than the nearby adults—who lagged because they had to plan before lunging forward.

After all, although the prison would take anyone who aimed to hurt even if they hadn’t caused damaged yet, they could still be dragged around and taken hostage—provided that the perpetrator was not planning on hurting the hostage yet.

It wasn’t that Althea and Mathilda didn’t think about implementing rules related to this, but it seemed that the rules were anchored in damage and its direct potential to do so, which was a loophole that couldn’t be filled yet because there were too many implications.

For instance, if the rule against this was established, then it’d be troublesome to use rickshaws or even bicycles with passenger side cars. They also feared bringing people in case of emergencies would also be prohibited.

Anyway, all these thoughts didn’t matter to the kids who bravely went forward while the adults were just about to move.