After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World - Chapter 366

Chapter 366: Stepping into the Map
Gill stood in front of the twenty people standing side by side with the rest of Team A. From this, one could see the slight differences in physiques. The aborgines were generally larger than they were, with most of the males at least a head taller than the average Terran.

“You may be wondering what we’ve been up to the past day or two,” he said, and the aborigines couldn’t help but nod.

“Well, we went to a place to look for our people… and we found them.” He paused and their aborigines wondered what this implied.

“It means that we have found our homes and had already set a base there. Half of us had already stayed.”

This made them flinch and looked around. They were leaving?

What would happen to this place?

They had grown to like this place and were quite proud to say they lived here when they were asked. In their families, it was a point of pride for them to say their team ‘owned’ land in a town, which was indeed a great feat.

“This will be a branch of the mercenary team,” he said, “Our place there is actually a bit smaller, but we were given access to the territory’s barracks and other amenities like training halls.

“Like I said: The rest of the team stayed there, and they (probably except the captain) will switch up with us after two weeks.”

Gill let that sit for a while, and it took a couple of minutes before anyone started asking questions.

“Can we ask where this is?” Thorance asked.

“Altera Village.”

“A village, sir?” Thorance asked, startled, and everyone was just as baffled. Why would would shift from a stable and large place like a town to go to an unknown village?

Not to mention, they had the rare honor of owning their own place, and having close partnerships with the lord!

How many Mercenary teams had this advantage?

Gill and the others understood their unvoiced questions, and they couldn’t blame them. They could see their visible pride when they saw the base being built, and how they were a member of it. Of course, they would be worried.

It was Luis, the friendliest one, who spoke up. “It’s not just a village.” He said, looking quite smug and dreamy.

“You may not believe it, but people’s lifestyle there is much better than here.” He told them, “You’ll see. Some of you will come with us there.”

Eagle then stepped forward. “The reason we called you here is for a different reason, however.”

He then turned to the secured items and nodded. With his signal, the flimsy fabric covering the bags and rickshaws fell, revealing its contents. It was a variety of odd items and produce, most of which unfamiliar to them.

Eagle pointed at the items and turned to the aborigines with a smile adorning his aquiline face. “We will be joining the bazaar!”

Aborigines: “…???”

So… the core people came back from hard training and called everyone in to announce that… they would not only move base, but they’d also start… selling in the market?

“????”

The soldiers looked at each other with grins. It was Sammy, the part-time salesman, who walked forward and fished out a piece of flatbread in one of the pretty jars. He also took another ceramic plate (which was also pretty) and placed the flat hard-looking brown bread there.

The dark-skinned man then turned to them with a smile. “These are pseudo-cookies. Sweet, crunchy, and heavenly. Well, compared to what you guys must’ve had.” He grinned, lifting up a piece and breaking it to bite sized pieces…and then he divided it once more.

In the end, there were tens of small pieces on the plate. By ‘small’, it meant the pieces were as small as a child’s fingernails.

No way they could give them a sample each. A piece of this could be sold for a lot of money…

The puzzled aborigines took the tiny-sized brownbread, looking at it closely in puzzlement. They lifted it up near their eyes even and saw a lot of crumbs.

They stared at it for a long time, and Sammy’s eyes twitched a bit in impatience.

“Eat it,” Sammy had to order and the aborigines reluctantly placed the pieces in the mouths, not really knowing what to expect.

But the instant it touched their tastebuds, they froze.

What is this…?

They found themselves drooling for more, numming, trying to taste if there were still uneaten crumbs left in their mouths.

There was none. And they felt their hearts fall.

“Would be great if there’s chocolate,” Luis—who had been watching enviously from the side—said, gulping as he imagined it.

“Milk, too,” Chris said and Plaridel nodded.

“I heard the chocolate and coffee trees would flower in about a few more months or so!”

Mao flinched, whipping his head to them. “Seriously?! We had those trees? I want to go back!”

“I said it’ll take a few months!”

“But I want to see them!” Mao said with such determination in his eyes. It was as if he was being taken away from his babies.

Plaridel just crossed his arms and whistled in his usual suave way. “I’m just amazed people could still make cookie-like food with limited ingredients…”

They nodded, with more than a few enumerating some ‘dream products’ they hope to see in the future, as if visualizing would make them come true.

Anyway, while the soldiers were dreaming, the aborigines were in a daze.

It took some time before their souls returned to their bodies and they looked hungrily at the rest of the items.

The soldiers were amused. “They aren’t all food,” he said, “Some are ingredients, some are tools.”

One by one, they called the logistics team, and they began to introduce the items to them little by little.

Mao looked at a middle-aged woman. “Roana, Yoyo.” He gestured for them to come as he stood next to large jars of earthenware. “Come here.”

“Yes sir.”

He waved at the jars with exaggerated motions as if they were magical things. “These are culinary treasures,” he said, “Eagle will teach you how to use them later.

Mao then opened them one by one, revealing different colored liquids with different scents. Because of the nice surprise the so-called cookie gave, she was just excited to explore this new thing.

Mao opened the jar to show it off. Yoyo was a huge guy and was afraid to hit a jar by squeezing in, so he let Rona study it first. She looked closely, even sniffing. Some were nice while some were too strong. She twitched, almost coughing.

What was this horrid thing?

Mao—who was prepared to cover the jars with his body in case she really coughed or sneezed—breathed out in relief that the precious babies were safe.

He couldn’t help but appear unusually reprimanding though, and Rona and Yoyo immediately straightened their spines. “These are treasures, you know! Contaminating them would cause succhh a loss to humanity! Each of these seasonings and sauces is not inferior to what captain made, y’know!”

The words ‘captain’s sauce’ made everyone flinch and look at him in disbelief, before whipping their heads to look at the vats, eyes bright with renewed light.

What? Sauces like the Captain’s?!

They are definitely treasures then!

After all, the food added with the Captain’s special sauce was heavenly!

The lot of them walked closer, trying to get a closer look, and Mao had to warn them many times not to squeeze or else they could damage the jars.

Upon closer inspection, they realized that there were weird writings on the brown jars. Quite correctly, they assumed the texts referred to the names of the sauces.

Terran universally adopted a phonetic system of the alphabet, and it was unfamiliar to locals, for now, so it was up to them to translate it a bit.

Especially eager to learn were their cooks.

Neither Ramona nor Yoyo awakened the cooking profession, but they showed some talent in the dishes they described. This was why they were hired.

After all, the only ones who could cook among them were the Captain and Eagle. How dare they ask for food often? Maybe they’d get those dry bread from the restaurant shoved down their throats instead!

Anyway, the two cooks naturally knew the potential of these new ingredients and could foresee a whole new world in their cooking.

Maybe they’d get to awaken a profession!

…

In another part of the room, Luis also went to other items to introduce them to the pertinent aborigine.

Pipa, an old woman of nearly 70 years of age, looked at the bolts of cloth in front of her, shaking. Since she was let go from the clothing factory due to her age, she had not touched another bolt of new cloth. She only repaired old ones.

“We will have a lot of supplies of this?” The pale and thin asked, unsure but eyes filled with anticipation. Then she looked at them worriedly. “Will it be too expensive?”

“Of course not,” Luis said, with a proud grin on his face. “We got the dealer’s price!”

Pipa didn’t know what ‘Dealers price’ was, but it seemed to be a good thing so she nodded with a smile. Sasa was also beside them, her curly hair covering much of her face and as quiet as always. However, if one looked closely, one could see her eyes were also bright.

These were just a few of the many introductions that occurred at that time.

There were a lot of other things in that pile: wood utensils, wood toys, food like jerkies, and instant noodles, and each of them heavily piqued the curiosity of those who had never encountered them in their lifetimes.

The soldiers looked at the aborigines’ reactions with sharp eyes and amused smiles, gauging how the outside market would take the items.

Needless to say, even if no one said anything, they knew that any of these would definitely be a hit!

“Gah! So excited!” Luis yelled and a few were already making calculations in their heads. Others had already started planning the booth, and others planning the marketing.

No matter what kind of preparation they were doing, one this was for certain.

For Altera’s debut to the world outside was inevitable, and it deserved to go with a bang!