Apocalypse After

Shelters 1

In the afternoon.

In front of the Shelter 1 gate, appeared a group of people lined up neatly. Unlike the refugees or hunters who came from other places, they wore similar clothes. Clearly from the same group. More precisely ...

They were all warriors who had officially joined the Blood Cross.

“We actually arrived at the destination before sunset.”

Melissa who was leading the line let out a long sigh as they all finally arrived at Shelter 1. Although he appeared quite firm and a bit cold, but he was still nervous because he realized that he lacked experience in leading the team.

Previously, Melissa used the technique of approaching all subordinates to gain their trust. The technique was successful, but arguably less useful, even inefficient.

In the previous big battle, Melissa lost many of her comrades. He felt very devastated, but was finally able to get back up again. But the woman herself also learned a lot. Not only to appreciate others more, but also to accept cruel facts.

As good as trying to rely on a strong person, it was no better than relying on yourself.

‘I'm lucky to have Uncle Jacob and Claude protecting me. Otherwise, maybe now my body is already buried in that snowy land.’

‘No... Maybe my body has been eaten by a wild beast.’

Melissa took a long breath. Gazing at the large gate in front of him, the woman clenched her hands together while muttering.

“I have to get stronger. At least strong enough to protect myself.”

Realizing that she was being too serious and somewhat depressed, Melissa immediately shook her head. He then glanced at the guard sent by his mother then asked, “Is it still a long time?”

“We came a little slower. Due to the number, our report is slightly delayed. But Miss can calm down, it should have been reported to the responsible party and the problem will be resolved soon,” replied the middle-aged man.

“Understanding.”

Melissa nodded with a serious expression.

They don't wait too long. About half an hour later, several people came out through the wide open city gates.

The leader was a man who was about 30 years old. She was wearing beautiful clothes, tall, slightly thin with a grain-colored skin. The man's wavy brown hair was quite long tied back, appearing a little black under his eyelids.

At the sight of Melissa's figure, the man's eyes twinkled. He immediately approached her while greeting politely.

“Sorry. I'm really sorry for making the messengers of Shelter 11 wait so long.”

The man then bowed politely in front of Melissa while introducing himself.

“Include, my name is Octavius Rubruzen, the second son of the Rubruzen Family. I am in charge of providing your daily space and supplies during my stay here,” Octavius said.

Melissa also immediately bowed and introduced herself politely.

“My name is Melissa Fiennes, the messenger from Shelter 11 who is in charge of reporting and sending some things directly to the great leader. Please help,” said Melissa.

“Ya.” Melissa's expression dimmed. “No one thought everything would be like this.”

“Ah! I'm sorry for wasting your time. Please follow me, I will take you to a temporary residence.”

After saying that, Octavius immediately led the men towards District 4.

Just like Shelter 13, Shelter 1 consists of five districts. District 1 was in the middle, where the higher-ups lived. District 2 is in the east, where the Hunters who joined Blood Cross live. District 3 is in the north, where entertainment and commerce are conducted. District 4 is in the west, where the ‘outs who rent live. District 5 is in the south, where the refugees live, commonly called the slum district.

District 1 is the smallest but most beautiful. District 2 and District 4 are not very spacious but there are quite a number of houses worth living in. After all, that's where the Hunters are. District 3 is wider because many things are there. Whether it was a weapon shop, potions, entertainment, even some other dark things. While District 5 is the most extensive, but also very crowded where the refugees are crammed. It can hardly be lived.

Although the arrangement was similar to Shelter 13, but Shelter 1 territory was wider.

There is a reason why Octavius did not bring guests to District 2, but instead to District 4. Not only because of the territory of the Rubruzen Family Power, but because those guests had to be watched. They were not allowed to enter the core region or get in touch with important territories as they did not know whether there were spies or not among all of them.

After delivering them to the largest and most beautiful house where the great guests usually stopped, Octavius said goodbye.

“Then, you can rest. For food and drink, the officers will deliver it to you. Since there is no longer a reason I stay longer, then I'll excuse you first.”

After going far enough away from there, some people who followed Octavius said.

“What a beautiful woman. Looks like that woman has caught your attention, Mr. Octavius.”

“Yes. The background is definitely not bad, at least quite decent for you.”

“Are you not planning to take her to dinner to get acquainted?”

“...”

Hearing the words of those people, Octavius shook his head with a relaxed expression on his face. The man replied with a confident smile.

“We must not rush when facing a woman. Although beautiful, we can't get close to her right away because that kind of thing will only disgust her. Speaking of which, I heard Melissa is the daughter of the new Shelter 11 leader. Only, the identity of that person was rather dangerous.

I have to watch him first. At least, make sure that the woman is different from her mother.”

After saying that, Octavius stroked his chin. His expression became even more serious as he began to continue.

“Supervise people from Nigruzen Family. Don't let them mess around in our territory.”

The Nigruzen Family was one of the big families, as well as one of the families that controlled District 4. More precisely, it has half the parts that must be divided between the two families. So, the relationship between the two families can be considered not good. Even the dispute is deep enough.

Having a gloomy expression on his face, Octavius again said.

“Do not let those dirty people play with my prey.”

>> Connect.