After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World - Chapter 295

Chapter 295: The Notification is Here
Back to the meeting, next to the report was the beautiful Betty, who mentioned the state of their medicines.

“We have enough in stock for at least 1000 active fighters in the territory even if they fought for an entire day,” She said, “For now, we should be able to last even if the mob lasts a few days.”

On paper, these were bought from Gaea Chamber of Commerce at cost price, in exchange for some contribution.

Althea nodded, “That’s good, but we can’t slow down production until the last minute.”

Betty agreed, “Yes, milord. There would also be temporary workers contracted to work in shifts so the basic handling of the raw materials wouldn’t stop.”

She had learned of this method from Lily.

She marveled at the efficiency of everything in this territory and was shocked by how much quality medicine had been produced in such a short time.

Seeing that the medicines and potions were on track, she turned to Oslo, who sat next to her.

Knowing her question, he looked at her with a deep smile. “We already built modular sheds to serve as infirmaries on both gates,” he said, “They are about 196 square yards, and can be erected and dismantled all within the span of a few hours.”

Althea nodded. 196 square yards was more than 100 square meters, which was just enough for its functions.

Like Betty (and the other NPCs for that matter), Oslo couldn’t help but be amazed by their ideas. These retractable houses could be built and collapsed easily as needed. If he had a large space stone, maybe he could bring one with him and he could camp carelessly outside.

Anyway, the concept wasn’t too complicated but not many could think of it at all.

“Very good. Thank you so much for this.”

“Just doing what I ought to,” Oslo said, staring deeply. Althea didn’t notice this however and she turned to the other NPCs for their respective reports.

Since they were on the topic of amenities near the gates, she turned to Gauis and Rowan, reminded of something. “How’s that grass?”

“Transplanted around the gates, milord.”

They were referring to the iron grass transplanted from the bogs. It didn’t really contain much iron, but it had its smell—the type monsters seemed to dislike. Perhaps, it would make them think of weapons in that area, which they didn’t want to go to unless there was fresh meat to eat.

Ansel mentioned his theory and she felt it made sense, so she decided to plant them around the gates.

It wasn’t much, but it should have some effect of repelling some monsters. At the very least, it might be able to defer their attacks and be dealt with before they cause any damage to the walls.

And finally, she turned to the perenially-silent Lenny. Technically, she was her own employer and wasn’t under the territory. But what she created still had heavy impact so she was called in regardless.

“All the clothing stores have been opened and I have created enough undergarments for the guard team. The next few days will be for surplus, so normal citizens could purchase.”

Because she was the only official Cloth maker who could make clothing with effects (i.e. more than +3 or +5 defense), she naturally wouldn’t be able to do much if she focused on creating full sets of clothing.

Instead, they opted for her to specialize in undergarments, which could serve as the last line of defense for most. Fortunately, she was already a level D Seamstress when she got here, otherwise, she’d have drowned from the orders. After all, not everything she did would successfully gain an effect.

The NPCs and Althea looked at each other in silence, sighing, and wondering if any of them had forgotten anything.

After all, even the smallest mistake could mean a life. Even the NPCs felt particularly responsible.

Although they had grown up with the concept of death since they were children, after being in Altera—a place where life was given such priority—they naturally wanted to keep protecting it.

It was around this time that the familiar ding resounded in Althea’s head, and they knew this seeing the way she flinched and then looked at all of them with wide eyes.

[Congratulations you have met the conditions of upgrade!

[✓] 1000 Residents

[✓] 3000 fixed population for 3 consecutive days

[✓] 100 Prestige

[Would you like to upgrade for 1000 gold?

[Yes | No]

Prestige? Still 100?

She remembered she seemed to have gotten this number when hundreds of people came to visit the Territory. Sadly, the NPCs knowledge of lord-specific stats was limited and they didn’t know exactly how it was calculated.

It wasn’t that they couldn’t find out back then, but it was a useless knowledge to have, for them, before getting hired in Altera.

She shook her head and studied the other requirements met. Residents were a given, but 1000 gold… did every upgrade mean a zero was added to the required gold?

This meant it was not so easy to level up after level 2, being much more restrictive than any of them anticipated.

A part of her was concerned for the other villages but dismissed her worry in the end. She didn’t have the ability to rescue them, she had her own hands full. There was no use worrying about it at all.

She shook her head and returned her attention to the floating screen of shimmering powder in front of her.

[Yes]

As always, energy came from the ground and slightly shook them. It was this energy that attracted the mobs, and it was stronger than she expected.

She wondered how strong the enemies would be this time.

Her eyes were sharp, her hands unconsciously gripping the handle of her chair, as if she could see the mobs far away congregating in their direction.

Her stomach felt a bit queasy from dread and nerves, but she pushed it all down, knowing that the lord could not be shaken.

Whatever it was, she believed that they would be able to fight it head-on!