After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World novel Chapter 1835

Chapter 1835: The Plague Reaches the Alterran Region

And about a month after the Cold Wave ended, when hundreds of territories witnessed deaths, the plague finally reached Flaret Town.

Flaret Town was the new territory of the Rolan Mercenary Team who got really rich because they had great management, added with the fact that they had massive deals with Alterra, ahead of everyone else.

The new Lord, Rolan, the head of the Rolan Mercenary Team, had lost his entire family to this plague. When he was younger, his sister was afflicted, then this was followed by his mother, and then his father. His sweetheart also perished, but due to the weakness that came after.

In fact, though they were a decade apart in age, Bart was his sweetheart’s young brother, and that boy was orphaned by that plague earlier than he was.

It was how he became a mercenary at all. He had no choice but to fight beasts to live.

So when he heard several people going down with high fevers, he immediately sent people to check. When his people (wearing protective masks) confirmed that the symptoms were similar to the plague, they were quick to isolate the place, building low-level walls around it.

Of course, it wasn’t necessarily a fire plague (or at least they hoped it wasn’t), but they were separating them from the others as a precaution anyway. Besides, regardless of whether it was the Fire Plague or not, a plague was a plague.

Now, some hours later, the Lord looked at his assistants. "Report."

The first to speak was Tus, his assistant in handling this territory, and he was a few decades older than he was. Each branch of the mercenary team had a manager; Flaret Town had Tus.

Like him, Tus had also lost family. Specifically, his pregnant wife, to the disease. He had remarried about a decade ago, but he was no longer able to sire a child.

Rolan assigned him to lead the investigation because he had a close experience with it.

"Milord! We have isolated them," he said, expression pale. "My hope is that it is not the plague, but all signs so far are pointing to it."

Rolan heaved a deep, deep breath. "How are the people inside?" he asked.

"We have provided some basic food and water; our men are completely masked and covered as they distribute it."

However, the small man seemed flinchy and uncomfortable, wanting to say something but unsure how to say it.

Rolan looked at him. "What’s wrong?"

"Some nobles...they are asking you to burn them or throw them out, Milord."

He sneered. "Fools. They must’ve been busy hiding the previous time if they didn’t know that would make things worse."

Many people called the disease and the particles carrying them with different names. In Rolan’s hometown, they called them ’demons’.

The demons spread to people, and it also spread to smoke, developing within its ashy warmth. It would not get diluted; the demons would multiply in there instead.

Not to mention, while most mercenaries who gained a certain degree of power had done some things they were not proud of, burning people alive was unthinkable even to him.

Tus looked at him, stable despite their fears. He nodded, calmer as well. "Yes, Milord!" 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝕨𝕖𝗯𝚗𝚘𝕧𝕖𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝕞

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