After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World novel Chapter 1615

Chapter 1615: New Slaves from Flaret

Another disguise later, the aforementioned lumbering cripple stood in front of a dark building with a straight back, powerful gait, and a blank expression on his face.

It was a relatively large building. It was one of the duplicable commercial buildings that could be bought from the system at the Town level, so it was actually not dilapidated. It was simply that it emitted an aura that indicated a lot of suffering had happened here, and still was.

This was none other than one of the Town’s official Slave Houses, a place where people could buy and bid for slaves.

The ’weaker’ Terran slaves still alive were sent here. They ranged from level 3 to 5, or they had some sort of ailment or disability that made them unattractive to most, but would be too wasteful to just throw out—especially when they were elementalists.

That said, even if these elementalists were a bit cheaper than usual, they were still many times more expensive than normal people. Basically, an elementalist lacking an appendage would still cost much more than a strong normal non-elementalist of the same level.

The disabled slaves would usually priced only a few silver at most (usually used for bait or another inhuman purpose) in a Town, however, elementalists were still special in the end, so they could still sell for tens of gold each. Some dealers would also charge about the same as normal elementalist slaves due to greed, which was why some elementalists remained unsold.

"Let me buy at least 3 slaves—" Gian said, showing off the bags of gold he earned earlier—changing the actual bags, of course. "I want elementalists."

The dealer looked at him and counted the gold he was offering before leading him deeper into the building and to the large rooms where hundreds of slaves were kept. There were different rooms, and the elementalists were in their own area.

The elementalist slaves here were taken from the North Terran territories. Just as the South and Southwest territories were near Ferrol Town, the Terran territories up north were closest to Flaret.

Unfortunately, the allied Ferrol Town was an exception in an otherwise hostile world to them, and the people who landed in this area were not as lucky.

Gian took a deep breath, following wordlessly after the slave trader as he entered the new room.

Calling them ’rooms’ was an overstatement. It was more like a pigsty, the sight and smell of which made people’s stomachs flip.

There were makeshift platforms to maximize the space, like giant double-deckers, but each ’bunk’ would serve several people. Anyway, people were just thrown there together with a shared toilet. He heard it was even denser with non-elementalist slaves.

The slaves—his fellowmen and women—were in poor condition. They must not have taken a bath for months, and the state of their bodies indicated they only ate once a day at most. For people of lower levels, once a day was definitely not enough sustenance.

They were also filled with bruises and dried wounds. The slave dealers might have punished them for misbehaving, but they could also have gotten the wounds before this.

Regardless, they were just left to treat themselves on their own without care. The only fortunate thing was that because they were elementalists, they had stronger immunities and their wounds were unlikely to get infected.

Still, the more Gian looked at them, the more his heart burned in anger. His jaw clenched and his hands formed into fists—

"Which one would you like, good sir?" the voice of the slave trader sounded, pulling him back to the present. He had a face of greed and Gian wanted nothing more than to pummel his face.

However, the man was nearly level 30, and the guards here were at least level 20 as well. He’d only put himself and everyone around him in danger if he made a move. It wasn’t the time yet, but he sure would jump at the chance to beat him up as soon as he could.

"You choose for me," he said. "Be sure the elementalists are ambulatory at least, and be sure to give me my money’s worth and more."

Gian didn’t want the burden of choosing who exactly to choose. He took a peek and didn’t recognize anyone. This was why he simply asked the slave traders to give him people as long as they were elementalists who could move on their own.

He had made his choice before, during the first batches of rescue. He chose the decently strong-looking ones with some fight left in them, despite whatever disability they had. He did not have much money, so he could only put aside the others. Fortunately, they did not know him, nor did they have an idea he would be good to them, so they all avoided his eyes rather than look at him with hope.

A week later, he found a slave he had passed over during the purchase, except he was a corpse between monsters’ teeth, used as helpless bait.

As cowardly as it was, he did not want to have to deal with that again—not when he had so much going on and so little he could do.

He could only follow the game for now. He was working alone, without money or backing, and the best he could do against their system was using their own money or products to buy the slaves.

Gian stood still at the side while the dealer found the ’perfect’ slaves for him. He pushed down the guilt, especially when he could hear the weak moans of the others.

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