Apocalypse After

The Trolley Family

Alexander frowned, instantly rejecting those people without the slightest hesitation.

“Rejected. You don't have to follow me. I'm not helping you because I need a fee. Those people were already overdue, so I stopped them. Yes ... that's it,” he said in a flat tone.

Percy and his colleagues looked at each other. Before they said anything, Alexander's voice instantly interrupted them all.

“Don't kneel there, get up. Rest well and recover soon. If you want to thank me, you better get well soon and continue your work as usual. Sell me things like fruits, and buy what I sell in my shop. That's more than enough to thank,” sidelines Alexander.

Hearing Alexander's remark, they finally did not insist on following the man. Although he did not know whether to give up completely or not, at least they would not bother him too much, and that made him a little relieved.

“Thank you very much, Mr V!” shout them in unison.

“Sama-sama.” Alexander nodded lightly. He glanced towards the guard on duty. “How about their family?”

“Already secured, Commander!” answer the guards in unison.

“Where are they?” ask Alexander.

“Report! They are collected in the back room of the first floor because the number is quite a lot,” replied one of the guards.

“Urus their food and treat the injured. After recovering, they can return, and convince them that there is no need to fear another attack from the nobles,” said Alexander.

“Understanding!”

The man immediately saluted Alexander before leaving.

Alexander's words were not at all wrong. Since now the people from the Crimson Hornet and his family live near the Grey Triangle Pavilion neighborhood, it should be that the nobles dare not bother them anymore. Besides, he was quite interested in the group.

Unlike the Cursed Lambs, Black Punisher, or Thorns Dragons that took the route of large armies, the Crimson Hornet chose the route of smaller teams. Each member was more like a family, similar to what Alexander did, or Claude had also done that before.

The Crimson Hornet has 13 members, including Percy. All of them were men, and four of them were married. The rest do not seem to want a family.

After a short conversation with them, Alexander left. Headed straight to the third floor, where Sir Gareth should have been waiting for him.

***

About three hours later.

Alexander who finished hearing Sir Gareth's explanation was completely stunned. He did not expect that there was such a strange kind of family. Instead of appointing men as heirs, women are chosen as heirs. Not because women were more respected in that family, but almost every male descendant ended up dead. Of course, there is an exception if there is only one boy.

For example, Norvin's grandfather had a wife and two children. One male and one female. The woman is Norvin's mother, and Norvin's uncle is unmarried. As was the family's previous custom, the man looked for the person he felt was worthy of being followed, and.

Norvin's mother had three children, two older sisters Norvin and the man himself. His two older sisters are tasked with continuing the family lineage, and Norvin goes to find his own light, the one he wants to follow.

Alexander felt unsure whether the descendants of the Trolley Family were usually talented or not. However, Norvin was obviously talented and very hardworking so he could become a level 3 hunter with such a fast time. The kind that not even many large families can do.

After careful thought, Alexander felt that it was quite reasonable. Compared to the descendants of large families who leveled up by relying on the sharing of family resources, the strange descendants of the Trolley Family went around looking for ways to develop themselves. More independent and not like the flowers in a greenhouse waiting to be watered.

That means, this Norvin Trolley is also quite talented, and lucky. Yeah ... Talented alone is not enough to survive out there. Only with a good brain and good luck accompanying her could she grow up faster than the children of a large family.

Merely, Alexander wondered in his heart.

‘While his brain is intelligent, isn't his goal a bit stupid? I mean, rather than relying on others, wouldn't it be better to climb the peak with his own strength?’

Seeing Alexander's expression, Sir Gareth chuckled. He then explained.

“Maybe you are wondering why Norvin, or his family members had such thoughts. By the way, have you seen a level 5 hunter in your life, V?” ask Sir Gareth.

Hearing the question, Alexander immediately recalled his late cheap grandfather. Although the old man tortured him when he was a child, he was indeed a very powerful hunter. A level 5 Hunter idolized by his late brother. Only, as Alexander recalled, his grandfather had an incurable deep wound and his body was badly damaged.

At least Alexander was convinced that his grandfather was not a careless person who challenged an adult Abyssal Basilisk to test his strength. Also, the wound on his body clearly had nothing to do with the effects of the Abyssal Basilisk attack. So until now he was also confused, actually what could hurt a level 5 genius hunter in his prime.

“Ya.” Alexander nodded.

“Could you have met the late leader of Blood Cross?” sir Gareth asked with a surprised expression.

“No.” Alexander shook his head.

“So so ..” Sir Gareth shook his head. “Indeed the world is vast, and many people are so strong.”

“Omong-by the way, have you heard the story of ‘King Alan’ before?” ask Sir Gareth.

“Hm?” Alexander tilted his head. “The story often told by those old people?”

“Yes. Fairytale about King Alan's trip.” Sir Gareth smiled mysteriously.

“Does that have anything to do with our discussion this time? I think we're talking about Norvin, right?”

“Of course there is.”

Sir Gareth looked at Alexander with a serious expression on his face. After a moment of silence, he continued.

“As we briefly know, King Alan's fairy tale chronicles King Alan's journey to becoming a powerful hunter. He found many friends, defeated many monsters, saved many cities, united the nation, and did many other great things.

Norvin and his family believe they are the original descendants of Jonathan Trolley. Perhaps his name is not so striking compared to King Alan and his close companions. However, he was a loyal follower of King Alan. Not a great, talented person, or anything like that, and come up to a high place (hunter level 5) which he has always considered as mere wishful thinking.”

Hearing Sir Gareth's explanation, Alexander was still somewhat confused. He had absolutely no idea what exactly the people from ‘The Trolley’ family wanted. The man had heard the name Jonathan Trolley in a fairy tale, and felt .. the person was completely unreliable, could even be considered an additional character who played a comedian.

Unlike Norvin who is quite handsome, trained, disciplined, and talented ... Jonathan in the fairy tale is a reckless, weak, not having much merit. If viewed in addition to his cuteness, according to Alexander, there are two things that stand out from Jonathan, namely his unreasonable luck, and his loyalty to his colleagues.

If others would run away when faced with danger and choose to leave behind his friend, the weak Jonathan dared to stand in front of a level 4 monster to protect his dying friend. Despite being described as frightened, crying, even bedwetting.but the man still stood in front of his friend and chose to protect her. Not running for his own life at all!

‘The loyalty is exemplary, but .. isn't it over-simulating everything? Even follow his stupidity?’

At that moment, Alexander realized something.

“Wait! If Norvin wants to follow me, it means ..” Alexander's eyes were wide.

“He thinks of you like King Alan,” Sir Gareth said with a smile on his face.

“Crazy!” Alexander couldn't help but hold his forehead. “King Alan, the idol of many children is a true knight. He is a noble descendant. He is also very kind, likes to help others, and does many good things. Me? I did very bad things, it could even be said to have the opposite nature of people in the fairy tale.”

“You help people and protect many people, V.” Sir Gareth said relax.

“It was in my own interest. Jesus ... are you even stupid enough to believe that I did everything stupidly, Sir Gareth?” alexander was skeptical.

“Of course I don't believe it. It's just, I feel that Norvin's perspective is a little unique.” Sir Gareth shrugged his shoulders. “Maybe he saw what I cannot, even you yourself see in you.”

“...”

Alexander remained silent. He felt that such a reason was quite careless. Not just frivolous, but definitely less trustworthy. In the end, the man replied.

“Then, let alone a decisive time. Now is not a good time to think of such random things.”

Hearing Alexander's words, Sir Gareth nodded. He knows what the guy means. Now the free hunters are in trouble. Instead of thinking about some random thing, it is better to try to find a solution to deal with the problem.

***

About a week later.

“Good morning, Boss!”

The crisp and sweet sounding voice of the little girl echoed in Alexander's ears. Looking at the figure of the little girl carrying one small basket filled with colorful flowers, Alexander let out a long sigh.

These flowers are not roses, lavender, or various types of flowers that are considered beautiful, meaningful, and quite valuable. The flowers carried by the little girl were the flowers of various wild grasses that lived around the settlement. The size of the flower itself is not large, and it takes quite a lot of time to collect the flowers.

“I told you that you don't have to bother doing that, Ria.”

Ria, or who actually has the name Astoria is Percy's daughter. She comes every morning to send flowers. Although only the wild grass flowers were worthless and could not be used for anything, but it also showed the girl's sincerity in thanking her for saving her, father, mother, and mother, and the other Crimson Hornet members.

The little girl did not say anything, she placed a small basket filled with flowers on the reception desk then dragged out of the pavilion with her small steps.

Looking at the cheerful-looking little girl, then the flowers on the table made Alexander sigh while thinking.

‘Really ... I'm not even sure if it's worth receiving this kind of gift or not.’

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