After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World - Chapter 348

Chapter 348: Heartbreak
A/N: Thanks again Lin-chan | LotusLin for another castle!!! *Hugssss* So awesomeeeee huhu

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While the couple was having fun in their own world, the others’ world continued on.

The streets were as lively as ever, the industries were working in full gear, and everyone was working for themselves and for the territory.

Even the river had activities now, and there was an unexpected duo bonding there.

It was Ansel and Oslo, sitting back to back in a small rowing boat, in what they would call ‘Reel Relax’ sessions. They were fishing in the newly built fishing port, now complete with rentable boats care of Bull’s new company ‘Altera River Voyage’.

After the drinking session the previous night, Oslo and Ansel became best friends. In moments of drunken stupor, they even called each other twins from another world.

Since then, when Oslo wasn’t studying the materials for his upgrade, he’d definitely be hanging out with Ansel.

This healed the bit of heartbreak and made it a little bit more bearable.

This fishing thing was also very new to Oslo, who was used to philandering or getting drunk whenever he felt sad.

The river was very slow moving, nearly still, and was quite suitable for boat fishing. Of course, it still had a stone anchor, just in case.

Anyway, when Ansel told him of the activity, Oslo thought he’d be bored. Oddly, he felt very relaxed instead.

There was also a very good sense of accomplishment every time they got a catch.

“See? Fun right??” Ansel asked, placing another live catch into the earthenware jar filled with water next to him.

Like in land, the resources in the water were rich and an hour of fishing would definitely be enough for a meal or two, three for sissies who didn’t eat much.

“Hmn, it is,” Oslo said with a smile, his blue eyes fixed on the unmoving fishing line. Ansel nodded, relieved.

Ansel had been used to seeing Althea with another for years, so he adjusted quickly. Although there were tingles of pain, he never dwelled on it anymore.

Not to mention, although his feelings for Althea were not entirely platonic, he never dared to have wet dreams about her, ever.

Oslo was completely different. Although he had countless lovers, this had been the first time his heart was moved. All his swag and suaveness disappeared in front of her.

And Oslo didn’t hate it one bit.

“Emotions are a transient thing…” Ansel mumbled like an old man, breaking Oslo’s reverie.

“Says the guy who’s been pining for over a decade…”

“This is pining? Tsk. You should’ve seen me when I was a teenager.”

“Share?”

“No,” Ansel said dismissively, focused on the line that just shook. Unfortunately, it was Oslo who managed to get one first.

“Oh, caught another one.”

Ansel sneered. “Plenty of fishes in your sea, I see.”

“Don’t underestimate my love!” Oslo said, narrowing his eyes. “I heard you didn’t have a few fishes in your pond.”

“I kiss them at most. Not like you… how many illegitimate children do you have?”

“I have no such thing!” He stood up abruptly that the boat rocked a bit.

Then… there was silence again.

The two stared at each other, settling back down, and sighed at the same time.

“Drink again later?” Oslo asked. As he said this, he gulped as if relishing in its aftertaste.

He didn’t know if the alcohol the Lord made was amazing or if it was because the lord made it.

“It’s both,” Ansel said. He was apparently thinking out loud. “But it can’t be that drink. That has been my weekly ration, you know.” He said, “Wasn’t I so kind to share it with you?”

This was not even a lie. Althea was afraid he’d become an alcoholic and limited his supply of the drinks she made.

One must know after drinking Althea’s wine, others would only be so-so, definitely impossible to get addicted to. So this move of Althea definitely worked, because most other alcohol became basic to him and was mostly drunk in moderation, exclusively in social settings.

Oslo, who had supposedly drunk the best alcohol Xeno could offer, agreed with him. “Yes. Very gracious.”

His shoulders slumped a bit though. When would he be able to taste it again?

“Don’t be so sad. A tavern owned by a vineyard owner would open soon. Although it definitely wouldn’t be as awesome as Althea’s, it would still be better than what you’re used to.”

“When?”

“Either today or tomorrow, I didn’t monitor too closely.” All he knew was that Baron’s fit-out team had been in the finishing stages the past few days, so the store should be opening any day now.

“Shall we see?”

“Hm,” Ansel agreed and they finished up the fishing trip with a grand total of six fishes (3 each).

The two of them bonded along market street after that, earning a lot of stares from the ladies.

Oslo, by habit, winked at them and they squealed. Ansel rolled his eyes. The blonde met the redhead’s eyes and froze.

Ansel sneered, “Cheap.”

Oslo looked offended and was about to explain himself when Ansel’s steps paused and he stared at a surprising view in front of him.

“Hey, we came just in time!”

Ansel was surprised. He was going here to ask when it would be opened but lo and behold—it was opening!

When they got there, they saw a crowd in front of it, with beat boxes, and dancing stars-wannabee performing.

Since the supermarket’s opening program, such performances or other types of opening gimmicks became customary. There was a little show pretty much every day because of this.

Then the owner went up to make his speech. Something about a place to relax was essential to people’s spirits—

“That’s why we call alcohol ‘spirits’!” He said with open arms and background drums, receiving boisterous cheers from the middle-aged men acting like fangirls.

Ansel wanted to correct him that not all alcohol could be referred to as ‘spirits’—certainly not wine or beer, which were his primary products—but… whatever.

Anyway, that afternoon, just before dusk, the new tavern officially opened—placing itself as another feature of Altera.

Ansel’s lips twitched when the owner uncovered the sign.

‘Heartbroken Tavern’ was its name.

Oslo couldn’t read their alphabet yet so Ansel kindly explained it to him.

Oslo’s wide blue eyes stared at the sign in amazement. “It’s uncanny. As if they know our needs.”

Ansel almost cackled.