After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World - Chapter 187

Chapter 187: Interviews (Part 1)
While certain men were inspired and hyped up, a certain tall, plain-looking Aborigine was the opposite. He had a semi-bald head that made his entire face look even more elongated, which was further emphasized by his deep frown.

He dragged his feet along the town’s stone pathways, head filled with thoughts of uncertainties.

His name was Madon Loo, and he was very depressed. He was now unsure what to do with his life, and he was feeling even a little panicked.

A few days ago, he had just been rejected at his final chance in the Chancery of Appointments.

He paid a whooping 5 gold for a few slots but no territory took him in. He could understand this in towns because hiring them was not cheap. Further, there were better and more experienced options at that level.

He wasn’t even choosy. For his last run, he was even reduced to accepting villages… but… for some mysterious reason he didn’t understand, he was still rejected by the said village!

Was that lord blind?

Althea-the-blind-lord: “…”

He grabbed his very short black hair in stress but heaved a sigh to calm himself.

Now that he had to wait another month before he could enter the Chancery of Appointments again, he just trudged his feet to go to the Town Center, hoping there was a job.

He didn’t understand. Was it so obvious that he just got the qualifications to be a weapons maker? Obviously, life occupations weren’t very common right?

This was the thought that had baffled him for some time as he blankly looked at the announcement board in a daze.

It was a board that occupied nearly an entire wall. It was filled with parchment sheets overlapping with parchment sheets. Some were faded, and some were brand new.

The most prominent one was a bounty for a man named Zokuro. His eyes twitched just at the sight of his drawing like his eyes were burned. Legend was that he was so ugly because he was part ogre. No one could confirm this, however, as anyone who got close enough to him was all very dead.

Then there were also hiring notices for Elementalists—especially wood Elementalists—which had nothing to do with him.

Moving further to the better-kept part of the board, he saw an announcement about a rich lady looking for her lost family heirloom.

It was allegedly a space stone necklace. Madon shook his head, doubting she’d ever get it back if it really was a space stone, which wasn’t very likely in the first place.

There was also a post announcing the location of the Tournament of Valor—a once-a-century event that all cities participate in—which was scheduled to be held in five years in the City of Makita. This… also had nothing to do with him.

Cities were too far away from him; he couldn’t even get hired by a damned village, he thought bitterly.

Then, he saw the announcement of job openings in a mercenary team. It looked like it was just posted and he looked at it curiously, not expecting much.

But his dazed eyes grew big when he absorbed the contents.

5 gold a month? With free food and shelter?!

There was such a good thing?

One must know that they could only get this amount in the Chancery of Appointments! The organization took a commission of 5 gold every month, so pitiful Level Es like him could only get the remaining half of the amount.

Madon looked closely at the owner of the announcement, not knowing what to expect.

Terran Mercenary Team?

He stared at the announcement for a while longer, nodding to himself, remembering their address by heart.

What did he have to lose by trying?

…

Later that day, an understandably long line was found in front of the makeshift tent in their new territory.

The construction was temporarily stopped so people could only see one completed building, a full fence, and a few edifices under construction.

It was quite bustling and very interesting. Amusingly, there were also a number of women, albeit not as interviewees, but as audiences.

Who told this group to be so temperamental?

Similarly, there were also many men who ogled at Vanessa, who was in charge of note-taking.

She enjoyed the stares very much. Too bad the one she wanted to look at her was blind and never even gave her a glance.

Garan did not notice the bitter stare at all as he watched over the interview process.

Right now, there were only about a handful of candidates that interested him. Although there were a lot with strengths past level 15, it was either their attitudes were too haughty or they were too complacent.

Garan did not blame them, however. He was the strongest in this group and he was not even level 20 yet. In a town, this was not enough to lead a mercenary team, especially not one making such noise.

But he didn’t feel inferior. Most people here took at least a decade to get to level 20. It took them a few months to get close.

With hard work and smarts, Garan believed that his team would catch up with the indigenous people here.

With this reassuring thought, his attention returned to the ongoing evaluation.

At this time, one of the more interesting applicants was being interviewed, and pretty much every soldier around listened to him with apt attention.

“My name is Madon Loo. I am a professional weapons maker.” He said, and Brandon, a soldier from the Western continent as well as Jake, straightened up their spines.

These two men’s specialty happened to be weapon-making, which was why despite their different nationalities, they were as thick as thieves almost as soon as they landed here.

Together, they even patented a crossbow technology and got a C-class shield—something now used by Brandon, the Shield wind Elementalist.

The two of them also triggered the occupation during its development—gaining great insights into weapons production and having preliminary knowledge about this world’s driving force—Aether—and how it was integrated with the weapons they created.

Although Madon didn’t notice, the soldiers all brightened at the sight of him.

Another Weapons Maker on the team, still an aborigine one which had more worldly common sense than they had, would definitely be a great addition to the team.

The two whipped their heads simultaneously to the captain, eyes begging him to give the guy a ticket in.

Garan’s lips twitched at the blond and the red-headed quiff-haired men looking at him like they were children.

After a pause, he nodded, and the two almost jumped in joy.

If Madon knew he was being so appreciated… he would cry.