After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World - Chapter 220

Chapter 220: Prying Corners (Part 2)
After she spoke, another crowd surrounded Silvia and asked various questions at the same time.

Fortunately, Silvia, a well-established real estate salesperson back in Terran, was unfazed by all the questions.

She did not miss one question and she did it all with a smile.

“It’s about half a day’s walk.” She said, answering the person who asked how far it was. Then, she turned to the concerned person who asked about safety.

“No, it’s very safe if you have level 3s with you. During the protection period, our experts determined there should be no monsters stronger than level 3.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, our guards have been hunting kilometers away from our walls, they have yet to encounter anything stronger the past few weeks.”

Someone from the side asked about their water concerns. “Water? Our territory is built on a water basin with a mountain spring and river. The territory built wells.”

“How much? Only a few coppers per gallon I believe.”

“What?”

“Impossible!”

“What about food, then?” Another voice asked from behind her.

Silvia ignored the expressions of disbelief surrounding her and answered the other questions patiently. “Food, yes, our territory has a lot of farms. Terran plants occupy about a quarter of them.”

Then another person asked about the visitor’s rate, and Silvia happily answered it.

“5 copper is the visitors rate.” She said with a smile, and the people looked at her a little cynical in response.

“Five?? How is that possible?”

“Now, you’re just lying. Lady, there’s no need—”

Silvia was unfazed by the questions becoming rude. “Our territory believes in wealth with population.” She said, “Similarly, the territory requires only 3 silver for temporary residency.”

“Seriously?”

“What about permanent residency then?”

“The Permanent Residency? It is 10 gold. We can also exchange with contribution points for half the price.”

“Contribution points??”

“Yes, it’s a merit system of sorts. As long as you help with the growth of the territory, it is likely you’ll earn some in addition to the money.”

“Then why would people want to get permanent residency then? Since the other options are so cheap?”

“The only people who could purchase property are permanent residents. There are also added benefits such as certain amount of free resources, water, healthcare, etc.”

“That’s amazing… too amazing.” One said, with a tone of questioning by the end.

“It is,” Silvia admitted, “But you’ll see the truth behind it yourself if you visit the territory.”

A few were questioning, and disbelieving, but there were also plenty who had been softened up. “What about the houses, then?” he asked, so what if the entries were cheap, maybe—because the entrance was so affordable—they would have to live in even worse shanty areas there!

“We do not have shanty areas,” Silvia said, “For those who lack money, we offer bedspaces, placed in our dormitory buildings. It is priced at a very friendly 1 copper a day.”

Basically: Whatever came out of her mouth was a topic for passionate discussion.

Surrounding her with questions and chatter, the people continued to bombard her with their concerns, certain thoughts cementing in their hearts the more they heard.

It was quite lively.

This was what Matthew and his cronies found after being alerted by the guards of the commotion.

“They were very arrogant, my Lord.”

The other nodded. “They act like they own the place.”

“I don’t know where they get their things, but it was probably nowhere good.”

“It’s better for us to take it from them.”

If Crow and the others would hear them they would sneer. Typical gangsters.

Matthew nodded perfunctorily, but his feet were not slow. He thought if these people could really produce all those things—

They looked at the crowd gathering around, looking all bright and excited. It was at this time that they heard more than one people say:

“Can we go back with you?”

The guards paled and cursed, catching the attention of a few people nearby.

Someone saw the Lord and felt a little guilty. “My Lord! They meant to go there to buy things, don’t misunderstand.”

“Hmm…” he said, expression calm and unchanging, not knowing what he was thinking.

Because of the noise, the people in the main crowd still did not take note of their existence.

The guards felt appalled and offended, and they quickly shouted for attention. “Ungrateful! A little food and you all grovel like dogs!”

The people’s eyes widened and their heads tilt down unconsciously, either feeling guilty for the Lord or afraid of the guards.

“No, no, my Lord you’ve misunderstood! We plan to buy from this territory to bring to ours!”

“Yes, my Lord. Now that these delicious things are available, we can finally eat better!”

Matthew nodded at them and smiled. “Of course I understand.” He said, “I came here to start a trading deal with these people…”

Hearing this, the terrified looks on their faces morphed to one of amazement. “The Lord is wise, as always!”

“Our Lord will always have great foresight!”

Matthew gave out a seemingly embarrassed smile, turning his head to the foreigners.

Matthews’ eyes landed on the woman in the middle of the crowd, then on the hint of crimson among the people. He was very visible because he was very tall and had very striking colors.

Matthew’s eyebrows rose when he saw the person and his… crimson hair and pupils?

Someone could still wear contact lenses in this situation?

He approached the tall man, who was obviously the leader of his group. “Can I ask where you are from?”

Rowan was standing still with arms crossed, ready to take action in the slightest sign of chaos.

He didn’t appreciate the interruption to his job. But he realized it was the Lord of the territory and, by instinct, he became a little more respectful.

“We are from a village called Altera, a territory half a day’s walk east of here.” Was all he said, before turning his head away, doing his job.

The guards beside him glared but didn’t do anything. Fortunately, Silvia was sharp and had seen the interaction.

Silvia stepped in at this time, with a smile on her face.

“We have come here to broker deals with various individuals in hopes of livening our economy.” She said, cannot help but look at the handsome man and his long-sleeved turtle neck.

Silvia could see that his current wear was made from an older shirt, too, like it was refitted to appear so.

He seemed to wear this type of outfit all the time, was he not hot?

“We have various production lines and, while citizens have purchase limits set for individuals, our territory can make separate discussions with larger entities like territories.”

“Well, who can I talk to about this deal?”

Silvia nodded. “It’s me.”

Matthew signaled for her to chat in a different area.

Before they separated for a more private chat, he couldn’t help but look at the flaming red hair of the person near them, a person whom his guards seemed to be terrified of.

This must be the guy who crushed the guards at the entrance. He stopped walking when they went past the man and asked.

“Which place is this sir from? I mean in Terran.” He thought he’d have a better idea about him if he found this out.

“I’m not from Terran, Lord,” Rowan said, stoic, but habitually quite respectful.

“What?”

Rowan looked at him with raised eyebrows, repeating. “I’m not from Terran, Lord.”

Matthew’s eyes widened a little.

Not from Terran? Then, where would he be from?

This place?

An aborigine?!