Chương 527: Why Farming Is Impossible In Apocalypse?

"Stop, they are here," she said and I stopped to see a small group of people that no one liked to stand with or near.

An empty space of half a mile was separating their tents from others. It seemed many looked at them in the same way Angelica did.

Like they held a contagious disease or something.

"Hey, get out of your tents… The lord of our kingdom is here to see you," Angelica shouted in such disdain and faint anger, while I silently watched from the side.

Thousands of curious heads came in my sight next, extending their heads to be met with the mighty look of my chariot.

"Lord!" They all stood outside and said in such a weird way, as if they didn't expect me to come to meet them, the exiled ones.

"I heard you are people who used to test new things in the apocalypse, is that correct?"

"Yes lord," one of them answered, an old looking man with all white and long hair that fell over his shoulders down to the half of his back.

"What's your name?"

"Alky, my lord."