After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World - Chapter 407

Chapter 407: Undercurrents (Part 1)
While some women spent the day relaxing and chatting with overall good vibes, another one spent it in tears.

“Danny. Please!” The woman sobbed, grabbing the man’s hairy arm. “Please listen to me…”

“Get out!!” The middle-aged man yelled as he pulled away his arm. He pointed at the door with a livid expression on his face.

It was just that his unattractive face and thinning hair made him look a bit funny. Well, except for Ramona who was definitely depending on him for her current lifestyle—one incomparable to the life she had been living since arriving in this hell.

Ramona knew this very much, so she kneeled down to his feet, sobbing, and looking very, very, pitiful.

She had finally lived comfortably again—she could be clean, she could buy what she wanted, and she could eat whatever she felt like eating—how could she let this go??

“No, no, no! I just hated Althea so much! I wanted to irk her! It doesn’t mean anything! I didn’t mean to offend Garan!” She yelled, grabbing his flabby arm, but it only irked him instead.

He sneered. “You idiot!! That was an elder! The main helm of the military power! The husband of the richest person in this place!!” He yelled, sprinkling saliva all over her face.

“What were you thinking?!” He asked, looking at her as if the answer was that she wasn’t—that she didn’t have a working brain!

At this time, he truly believed so. “I just moved here to live a good life!!” He said, continuing to rant.

“How dare you try to ruin it?!” He yelled. If there wasn’t a ban on fighting here, based on how livid he looked, Ramona thought he’d be hitting her by now.

“No, please,” she sobbed, over and over. She wanted people to hear and pity her, to pressure him to ‘let her go’. “I’ll be good! Please! I love you, please don’t kick me out!!”

Unfortunately for her, every building, Aether or not, had very good insulation. No one heard her cries at all.

Eventually, Ramona did realize this and she just flushed in shame.

Instead of blaming herself or the man in front of her, however… the image of the glamorous woman passed by her head instead.

‘This is all your fault!!!’

…

At this time, Oslo was resting in Belluga village.

Yes, Belluga village.

He still couldn’t believe he had taken the wrong way!

Apparently, he should’ve taken the East gate! Ansel’s horrible sense of direction definitely rubbed off him!

(To be fair, even if the Map showed them where they had been, his home city was too far off, there would be no indication of the connecting path at all.)

As for how he found out the way in the end, it was because he finally remembered that many moons ago, his father snuck him a magic tool called the Fixed Compass. It was a compass pointing to their home. It didn’t mention the distance, but it showed the direction of that place.

The condition for it to work was that it would only activate one month after he entered the signature teleportation array of the Chancery of Appointments.

It was a very special item with added special restrictions. It could be said that his family really invested a lot in his ‘training’.

So, here he was, heading to the eastern allied village instead. He was too ashamed to go back to Altera to pass through there so he took a slightly longer and rougher terrain instead.

‘Ah…Belluga village’, Oslo recalled with a bit of dread. He knew this to be the village with its eccentric Lord—the man-hungry one.

Because of the status of women, it was very very rare to see women in position of power, and it was unheard of to see a woman with so many men. Even if the girl wasn’t bad at heart, Oslo didn’t want to be near her at all.

To be safe, he had worn a handkerchief mask—cotton, bought from Altera—on his face.

Feeling a little safer with the ‘armor’ he went ahead and walked along the small village.

Like Bright, Belluga also adopted a lot of rules and products of Altera. Life, he heard, had really improved since the Lord and her party returned from a trip.

More and more caravans had been going to and fro Altera, buying many goods that made everyone’s eyes shine.

He heard one caravan made over ten times his cost. They had sold food items, cloths, potions, and others, which improved the lives of many people in Belluga, buyer and seller alike. These items were sold locally in high prices, and each time the marketeers sold out within the day.

Of course, life in Altera would also be passed through word of mouth.

He heard some people had been planning on moving. It just took them a while to move because they invested much of their wealth in Belluga. Most of the caravan members who made money had already started liquidating.

Anyway, the comfort was nothing compared to Altera but it wasn’t bad compared to villages in general.

The woman also bought the blueprint for the custom building, so he stayed in a decent abode. The food was also better than the food from indigenous villages. Things were good, for sure,at least until the Lord spotted him.

She happened to be making rounds then. Even if she was somewhat busy, how was she to turn a blind eye at an obvious catch swimming so blatantly in front of her?

It was still a mystery how she found him! Didn’t his disguise work on her?

How would Oslo know Kimmy had razor-sharp eyes when it came to handsome men?

Fable, who was much better disguised, couldn’t escape, let alone him who only had a piece of cloth on his face!

What’s more: He had a good bearing and was much taller than the locals, so he was still pretty visible. This was not to mention his good shape that couldn’t be hidden by robes!

She followed him around in his few hours of stay, asking him to join her damned harem. The woman’s audacity baffled him to no end.

If he hadn’t been used to the forwardness of his ‘fangirls’ back in Altera, it was estimated he’d have grown hives in shock.

However, he knew this lord’s acquaintance with his Lord and could only maintain decency. In the end, he was forced to shorten his rest time.

“Are you really going?” She asked, looking heartbroken as they saw him off the gate.

Oslo sighed, internally saying, ‘Yeah, no thanks to you.’

Externally though, he was very polite. “Yes, Lord Kimmy, I have to go back. I have a mission from the elders.”

“Can you at least tell me what this mission is?”

“I will be going to the city to gather some materials,” was all Oslo said and it made Kimmy and the others brighten.

It was Raine who stepped forward to ask the decent questions, “Then… is it possible to get some as well? We will be paying to pay.”

“They may be too expensive and may not be of use to you,” Oslo said a bit bluntly. “However, I can try to get a few more magic tools to sell your territory. At least, give you priority to sell after Altera.”

Raine smiled and nodded, “That’s good enough for me.”

However, Kimmy shook her head. “No! It’s not!” She said, pouting at Raine and then whipping her head to stare at Oslo.

“You’re going to a city right? How curious! Can I go??”

Oslo’s eyes twitched. The Lord had so much time prancing around, it was amazing the territory was still going strong.

It probably had a lot to do with her harem. Her favorite, Raine, specifically.

From his short stay, he could see how this harem, led by Raine, kept the territory running smoothly.

Basically, except for a few elders, almost all of Kimmy’s men held important positions in the territory—and so far they had been performing their jobs well.

She had an eye for people, at least, which was in itself a talent.

He met Raine’s eyes and they sighed at the same time. Raine then walked forward between them, looking at the female lord with pleading eyes. “We can’t risk your safety Lord,” he said, voice soft and gentle. “You are very important to us.”

His sweet words successfully calmed Kimmy, who held his hand and hugged him, “Awww, so sweet! Okay, I will not leave.”

Then she ordered him to kiss her, and he dutifully did so.

It was a short kiss and they parted, but the atmosphere between them was soft and fluffy anyway, and Oslo was relieved to know he had been forgotten.

As such, Oslo could finally sneak out and chose a good time to take out his bike and skittle away, heading toward the first Aborigine village he’d been to in a long while.