After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World novel Chapter 1723

Chapter 1723: Dealing with Addicts

Thaon and his wife, Weyan, had already accepted that they would be isolated forever, just waiting for their deaths. Neither even bothered to try and elongate their lives anymore, not bothering to level up and never using their remaining aether crystals.

For the longest time, they thought they’d just die quietly, forgotten. They did not hear the news that there was a new Lord.

They disliked Mafo, but they could not prove that he had anything to do with their grandson’s fall, and on the surface, the brothers were indeed close. Further, there was too much to lose if he died.

They also disliked Hesso, for some reason, so they never got close to him despite the latter’s effort.

However, finding out that there was a new Lord, completely unfamiliar to them, they were unsure what to feel. At the same time, since they had already given up on life, they didn’t care to know more either.

That was, until the new Lord visited himself.

When they saw his flaming red hair that was so much like their late grandson’s, they immediately asked the steward to investigate after he left.

Then they found out...that he was actually their great-grandson! Why didn’t he say anything?

That said, they still had a few aether crystals left in their home, unused and ignored. Should they give them to the child?

...

Before the party ended, the topic about the drug was raised.

It wasn’t a blocked topic at all. Rather, Alterra didn’t mind the conversation spreading, as long as the tone was one of dislike, without any hint of glorification, and people must know what its actual effects were.

Also...,they also spread the cost of actually treating the ’disease’. Nothing could deter people more before delving into something than a slap of the potential costs.

Anyway, at this time, the rehabilitation for commoners was happening in the old midrise residences the Terran elementalist guard-slaves were placed in before. The facilities were not bad, and were even better than the accommodations most commoners and slumfolk were used to.

Here, while there was still no medicine, their bodies were slowly being primed for it. The withdrawals were intense, but they were handled well, especially with the powerhouses around.

If anyone decided to be violent, they were immediately settled down. Sometimes, they’d be thrown in prison because of the attacks, and they’d be brought back out on bail, to be charged to the patients at a later date.

The higher the level of the victim, the less intense their withdrawals were, so people around level 15 had already calmed down a bit, though they were still suffering the extreme pain of the withdrawals.

If people passed through the buildings, people would see someone shivering or vomiting on themselves. They were swiftly taken in by hired assistants and also bathed by the nurses hired in Voumi, to be released to their rooms later.

This was much better than being left alone, leaving people until they went insane, but it still wasn’t easy to go through.

Overall, it was a very messy situation.

The nobles saw this, and would oftentimes be aghast.

"Since you talked big about helping us recover, how come Flaret had the cure while we are left to handle the ill with such primitive methods?"

He was also very impatient. His only son and heir was so addicted that he ended up biting people like a beast. And when he was deposited in the so-called rehabilitation center, he was practically thrown down and tied down so often by commoners, and it felt humiliating!

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