Building a World Class Empire in another World
Chapter 71: Growing Population, part 2

Chapter 71: Growing Population, part 2

Aric walked into the house, he headed toward the back and found Ron with the Baron and Andrew lying on the floor unconscious.

"What do you have in mind for the humans, master?" Ron asked.

"I’ll heal them and talk with them. I want to know why they were here and why they attacked us," Aric said.

"I understand. Then I’ll be here with you, master, to ensure your safety," Ron said.

"No, I have a job for you. From the looks of things, we might now have a population increase of two hundred or so.

And you already know the spirits are not into managing things around here. They only do what they are supposed to do and go away.

We need buildings, enough to house all the goblins. The other side of the river is still empty; you can start from there.

You have a bigger workforce now, so it should be easier for you. Whatever tool or item you need, meet Ariel—she’ll get it for you," Aric said.

"Are you sure, master? I can ask Gunam and Lucas to handle that while I stay with you here," Ron said.

"No, I want to have a one-on-one talk with these humans. I have what you would call a beef with them," Aric said.

"I understand, master. We will get to work immediately," Ron said and left through the back.

Aric looked at the two humans on the ground. He had a disgusted expression on his face—he couldn’t help it. His face twisted on its own as he looked at the humans.

The memories of what humans did to him kept flashing in his mind on repeat, all the pain they put him through. He let out a sigh and stretched out his hands over both of them. A soft green light shined from his palms, and their wounds began healing at a very fast pace.

After a few seconds, their bodies were restored to their normal state. Aric stopped healing them, walked back, and placed his back against a wall. He watched both of them, waiting for when they would get up.

After a few minutes, Andrew woke up first. He let out a groan as he pushed himself up. The moment he laid eyes on Aric, he got on guard, entering a fighting stance.

"Sit down!" Aric said immediately, his voice carrying a heavy pressure that made Andrew fall down on his butt.

"I am not in the mood for a fight. That being said, if you dare try anything fishy, I’ll kill you in an instant. You won’t even blink before you die," Aric said. His threat sounded sure in Andrew’s ears—he could tell that if he didn’t listen to Aric, he would die.

After saying that, Aric didn’t speak again. He just watched the Baron on the ground quietly. A few minutes later, the Baron finally woke up.

The Baron had the same reaction as Andrew when he got up, but when he spotted Andrew sitting down, he knew something was off, so he didn’t try to attack just yet.

"Right now, you are in enemy territory. I could kill you myself in an instant, and even if you escaped me, there are enough people outside to put you down, so I suggest that you don’t make any reckless movements," Aric said.

Fredrick understood what was at stake, so he quietly sat down beside Andrew.

"Should I guess that you are the one that healed us?" Fredrick asked.

"Yeah, it was me," Aric replied.

"Why, though? We are enemies," Fredrick replied.

"Well, I wanted to have a conversation with you, and there’s no way I could have done that with the state you were in," Aric said.

"I see, so if you didn’t have something to ask us, you wouldn’t have healed us," Fredrick said.

"That would pretty much have been the case. I would have allowed you to die. That would have been all," Aric said without hiding a single bit of his feelings toward them.

"Then why would we tell you whatever it is that you want to know? After all, you yourself have made it clear that our information is the only reason you saved us. What’s stopping you from killing us after you get what you want?

After all, we now know the location of your home—an elf living in the forest and somehow creating a small civilization for himself here. That would surely be worth the attention of a lot of people," Fredrick said.

"I don’t think it’s in your best interest to threaten me. You have about five men sorted outside—the last men that remain alive after your attack went wrong.

I’m very sure they want to go home. I’m very sure they want to see their families again. Imagine me telling them now that they can’t go home, and that it’s because you, their leader, thought it wise to choose some information over them.

Now, I would understand if they were willing to risk their lives for you, but that would only be the case for knights, and I can easily tell they aren’t knights.

Be a smart man. This is a gamble. You tell me all I want, and you stand a fifty-fifty chance of getting out of here. But refuse, and you have a hundred percent chance of dying.

Now, what will you go for? Get killed by the hands of your angry men who feel betrayed by you because you chose some information over them? Or stand a fifty percent chance of actually going home?" Aric explained.

"My response will all depend on the questions you ask," Fredrick said.

"I think you have some issues understanding me. What I want to ask you are things I can do without, but I’m very sure you can’t do without your head on your shoulders.

And if it hasn’t been already clear since the start, I have a deep-rooted hatred for humans—especially humans like you. So please, test me," Aric said in a calm voice.