Apocalypse After

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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.

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.”

“...” Alexander nodded lightly.

“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.”