After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World novel Chapter 1711

Chapter 1711: Where is the Flaret Token? (Part 1)

Rowan, while avoiding fights, led them to a dead end. It was quiet and didn’t seem like they were heading anywhere, so everyone was immediately suspicious.

Gingo was ready to attack him, guardedly looking around. Surely this guy wasn’t so stupid, considering how outnumbered he was?

Rowan then pointed at the side to see a wooden wall. He made a slight push and realized it could open.

At this, they recognized that this guy had indeed helped them out, and some guards were lowered.

"They created tunnels to it; this is one entrance," he said, looking seriously at Hesso.

"Now tell me where my grandmother is," he asked. His body language showed that he would block the entrance until he told them.

He even showed off his flames, which were impressive, except he was against several of them, too.

Gingo was ready for a fight while Hesso gritted his teeth. "We don’t have time for this!"

"Just tell me, or I will fight tooth and nail with you, even if I lose."

Rowan didn’t seem like he was joking. "Che! The last time I heard she’s in the slums! I never bothered her again after that," he said, before pointing at him. "But...if this is a trap, then you can assume she’s already dead!" 𝐟𝕣𝗲𝕖𝕨𝗲𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝗲𝚕.𝗰𝚘𝐦

Rowan’s shoulders slumped, and they watched the flames on his hand disappear, only to reappear under his feet.

Whoosh!

It boosted him a few floors upwards. "It’s up to you if you believe it," he said. "I’m going home."

He stepped on the roof, and then gave Hesso a look. For some reason, it gave the latter a bad feeling. "I was also told I am the son of the previous Lord. I suppose it’s time to reveal it."

"You—"

Hesso screamed and wanted to go after him by instinct, but was stopped by the others.

"Didn’t you say it yourself?" Gingo asked. "We don’t have time."

How could it be easy, though? He had always disliked that bastard, and it looked like it was instinctive!

He recalled how some elders had mentioned how Rowan looked a lot like his father, the previous Lord!

Gingo was similarly bothered, but what could that do? Further, Rowan was an elementalist, but he was no powerhouse at Town level. He didn’t even have connections in the Town. With enough leverage, he wouldn’t even be a threat.

"Besides, regardless of whether what he said is true or not, if you get the drugs, how could an illegitimate child be a problem?

...

Meanwhile, outside of Felipe’s home, a team of spies had been assigned. They had been watching it and knew that Felipe had been hiding a wife.

Upon investigation, it seemed like the drugs were taken directly to Peaco and the rest by Felipe, but when people followed him, he didn’t go anywhere else but home.

Unexpectedly, they would see the aforementioned Lords without proper guards.

It wasn’t typical for Lords to hide in the Warehouse during the war because that lowered the momentum by a large amount. It wasn’t like it was a foolproof way to protect oneself, anyway, especially since at Town level, level 30s and level 40s could participate, and they could all barrage the warehouse for a few hours, and openings could be made.

By then, because only Lords could enter, they could be completely left open without guards.

It was usually wiser to have a better-hidden but well-guarded place elsewhere. Either way, they were planning on using brute force to kidnap the Lord and take the token.

Still, the Lord was either in those hidden spaces or in the warehouse if they weren’t directly participating in the war. There would also be an extra layer of security to ensure their safety, no matter what.

What they were not doing was definitely running around in panic outside of it! Further, it didn’t seem like he was guarded very well?!

Bal and Leuw did not question the blessings and just blocked him. They signaled for the others to block the rest of the escape route.

They grabbed his arms and his neck, so even at his level, Peaco was helplessly trapped.

"AHH! Who are you!?"

"I’m from Voumi, he’s from Basset," he said. "Lord Peaco. Can you hand us over the token? I mean, if you want to live."

The words were relatively nice, but the way his face scrunched so vindictively indicated he was very ready to torture and kill him.

Seeing this, the Lord shivered and...peed on his pants, crying.

"The token isn’t with me anymore!" he screamed, much like the tortured boar that he was. "I don’t know where it is!!"