After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World novel Chapter 1861

Chapter 1861: Free Half-orcs (Part 1)

"He is a guard captain! Scary but alright."

"What?"

The Tigress, Freya, looked at the dwarves, not really believing them. She did not believe they had ever been away from the valley at all, in fact, even if they kept saying otherwise.

The cubs of each race tended to have wild imaginations. Well, if they were free, that was. Her youth as a slave was naturally different. She was too busy surviving to even imagine anything.

This was what she (and the others) believed until the dwarves started getting detailed about their stories.

"Hmnn, he was really big, bigger than you!" one said, pointing at Freya.

"Only him, the other two half-orcs I saw in that bee-di-o, are just a bit bigger than Nana."

"They’re all guards they said. Their uniforms are so cool!"

While the three of them were pitifully tied up back then, there were plenty of terrans who gossiped with them, whipping up their phones, and showing off some of their stored images and videos.

"I hear they were lovers," one said, hearing more gossip than the others. This intrigued the others and somehow the three dwarves ended up just gossiping with each other.

"The red one and the white one?!"

"OooOOOhhh! Do they kiss?"

The trio blabbered around like this, gossiping passionately about people they had never met and only saw on video. If Terrans were there, they’d laugh and say ’how modern of them’.

They did not seem to notice that the dismissive expression on the tigress’ face slowly shifted to one of confusion, disbelief, and even hope.

"You mean to say that there is also another territory that welcomes half-orcs and lets them have such high positions?"

"Ya! He eats a lot, too!" In their minds, more food = more power.

Cotto nodded. "He makes good barbecue," he said. One of the humans had a video of a campfire. They were singing, and they had a cool musical instrument with strings. There, while someone was singing and playing the ’gee-tar’, the big half-orc was cooking.

For someone with such large hands, he has excellent control of heat and sauces. (They knew this because one of the humans who showed the videos made side comments about it).

Baku’s barbecue was indeed very good. It was one of his (many) favorite food, after all, and he had invested quite a bit of his hard-earned money to fill his space with several types of sauces he could use. There was even a brush in there, making sure the sauces were evenly spread out!

Of course, these things weren’t something the people here could imagine.

Freya didn’t really believe it, but she just didn’t ruin their moods by pointing it out.

"Can you make good barbecue, Miss Freya?"

The reddish tigress looked at the three dwarves, confused. "Why ask me?"

"He looks a lot like you, except white," they said as they looked at the tigress.

At this, Nana flinched. "White tiger? Did you get his name?"

"Hmmm. I think they called him Baka."

"No, they called him Becky."

"Huh? Of course not—"

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