After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World - Chapter 1534

Chapter 1534: Milo’s Location (Part 1)

“This is my home,” the master said, matter-of-factly, while Milo and the other slaves could only stare at the luxury in front of them.

He looked at the four-storey villa with intricate designs. This was much bigger than the Lord’s palace in Voumi Town.

Where was he?

Before he could absorb anything, lines of uniformed people appeared.

“Welcome back, young master Cauis!” They greeted, doing a bow associated with servants to a high superior.

Cauis nodded and looked at Milo. “Clean him up and dress him in decent clothing for servants,” he said. He also said something similar about the others, along with other instructions, before walking forward without another word.

Milo blinked and could only follow as he was led by a few male servants to another place. He was given a quick bath and rough scrubs.

It was quick and a bit painful, but after he was cleaned up and dressed decently, he felt light and comfortable.

Before leaving, he was given a few decent sets of clothes and an extra pair of shoes similar to what he was wearing now.

While they were nothing special compared towards Terran clothes, they were still so much better than the weeks-unwashed attire filled with holes and unwashable grime that he had been wearing the past couple of months.

He was led back into a carriage again, unable towards see more of where he was. He was alone with the Master, and he wasn’t sure where the other ‘slaves’ were taken.

There was silence in the car as it lunged forward, and he could hear the lively sounds of the outside.

He couldn’t help but peek out and his eyes flickered a bit. The buildings were much higher than Voumi, the roads were so much wider, and the whole place was bustling with life.

Cauis saw him like this but ignored him, not really minding him much.

Eventually, the carriage slowed and he ended up gaping at the massive building in front of him.

It was a large palace.

The Voumi Lord’s home was called a palace, too, but it looked like a small house compared to this one!

It was so beautiful, intricate, and he could also see gold accents here and there, showing off its wealth.

“I am gifting you to the royal family of Holt City,” he said as they stood in front of the well-guarded gates. “Be honored. Do well, do not embarrass me, and you should live a decent life.”

At the very least, compared to the vast majority of nobles, the Holt Royal family was fairly decent, fair, and even kind—for the most part, anyway.

The boy gulped, but didn’t have an opinion. He didn’t know enough to have an opinion. As a slave, he did not actually have a right to one, either.

Milo stared and tried to will himself to move. There was something heavy in this place. It was as if, in front of such a building, he was even smaller—more insignificant.

Was it because the people here had such high levels? They could all crush him like an ant if they wanted to, right?

Milo shook his head, trying to calm himself down. He just followed the tall, bespectacled man into the front staircase, into a large columnade that felt like a large mouth eating him whole.

It was actually very beautiful, but he was too intimidated to admire it that way.

To distract himself, he fixed his sight on the Master. His back was ramrod straight, and he had a dignified aura about him. At the same time, he also had a brisk way of walking that was both intimidating and difficult to follow.

Milo was led through a large hall with lush carpets and intricate decoration, but he was too nervous to appreciate the beauty of anything at all.

They encountered the occasional servant in uniform along the hall. Whenever the man passed through, they’d give a simple courtesy, and then some would lift their heads after he passed and would give them a curious look.

Soon, they arrived at an intricately carved double door. It was opened up by two guards when they saw the master, revealing a large dining hall with ceilings at least two stories tall. The room alone was bigger than a few houses combined.

At this time, there were about a dozen people there, all of whom had strong auras around them. They were all adult men, middle-aged or older, and each one had an intimidating aura around them.

They were definitely powerhouses with strength that he couldn’t imagine—at least not yet.

His master immediately gave the most respectful bows, and Milo followed right behind him. “Your Highnesses.”

The older man sitting at the head of the table nodded. “Ah, Cauis,” he said. “Come, join us.”

“Thank you,” the master responded with great humility, though still graceful. He naturally wouldn’t come here if he wasn’t invited. “But I’m just here to deliver some goods.”

He stepped aside to show Milo, who looked like a lost chick. “He hasn’t awakened yet, but his data shows he’s a rare sand-type elementalist user,” he said.

This seemed to have caught the interest of the people on the table. The man at the head table—the King—stared in front of him, seeming to check a screen only he could see.

“Ah, yes,” he paused. “A sand user. Speaking of which, I did hear you sent us quite a few elementalists.”

“Yes, I gave most of the fighter-type elementalists to your army,” the master said. “I kept a few for our family, of course.”

“Regardless, they are generous gifts,” the King said, looking at Milo, who could only look down on instinct. “How old are you, boy?”

“I-I just turned e-eleven, sir.”

“I see,” he said. “That’s a good age for a Page, right? Aurellian would—”

At this, one of the men—the person sitting on his left—intervened. “Father, Aurellian already has so many Pages and guards, three of whom were elementalists.

“Your other grandson, Allain, on the other hand, had only one elementalist close by,” he said. “Even Silas’ group was composed of either Elementalists or Powers, I believe Allain also deserves the same.”1

The old man looked at him and sighed. “I suppose,” he said. “Give him to Allain as a Page.”

And so, Milo was assigned like this, marking the beginning of his new life.

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