After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World - Chapter 435

Chapter 430: Gifts
“I’m sure you’d love them,” Oslo said, “My gifts, I mean.”

“Oh?” Obi asked, crossing his arms, “So certain?”

Olga blinked, “Are those the massive boxes and odd bags you placed in the salon?”

Oslo nodded, a bit smug. He then asked the servants to bring the gifts closer to them, and one by one the boxes were taken next to Oslo.

While this was being done, some other servants were holding trays with finger food like some biscuits and dessert.

“Here, have some snacks as I show you guys the gifts.”

“Oh? How interesting,” his mother said, and the women looked particularly intrigued by the snacks.

They were very adorable and curious to look at. They wondered if they were even lovelier to eat.

Otto-the-foodie naturally went there first, even before the women, and took a bite. His expectations were high because of the amazing dinner, and he was not disappointed with this one! “Holy Elfhair! This is delicious!”

So crunchy and so… sweet! Like all of Oslo’s other items, he hadn’t tasted anything like it!

It felt his soul was flying though the clouds and these clouds carried sweetness that no Sousa fruit could compare.

Seeing his uncle almost sobbing a little, little Honda also stepped in and took a bite. He was followed by his mother, and then everyone else.

Without exception, each one showed an expression of bliss. No one spoke anymore, just focusing on eating lest they run out of snacks while they blabbered.

They closed their eyes, savouring the creamy chewy goodness in their tongues. Silence echoed in the room and only the sound of crunch and chewing was heard.

Oslo chuckled as he watched his family look like they were finally eating good food after being trapped in an ogre mountain for decades. He turned to the boxes.

“Now for the gifts,” he began and put out several things for sharing.

He had brought them a lot of souvenirs.

First to receive gifts were the women. Each of them had bolts of fabric, as well as some customized beauty products he bought from the Lord.

Olga’s sharp eyes caught a pretty bottle and admired it. It took a moment to figure out how to open the soft-looking lid, and when she did a soft scent permeated their noses.

It was a bold and invigorating scent and Olga loved it very much.

The women were particularly bright as they surrounded Olga, getting a whiff of the scent. “This is so fragrant!” Olga looked at Oslo, “Is it a perfume?”

In cities, such things had been sold for a high price. These were made by apothecaries (or their apprentices) and were sold to nobles as status symbols. It was a fairly new thing, and Olga was just setting up plans to get a partnership!

In fact, she was already in talks with one. It was just delayed for so long, despite her excitement for the product, because the pharmacist made the condition that she must marry his son!

If the son was a decent human being, maybe she’d seriously consider, but the guy was a fat stallion! Gross!

Oslo was unaware of the various thoughts in his sister’s head and just taught her how to use it. “Yes, just put a little on your neck and you’ll smell like so a whole day.”

The other two women also curiously looked at their own ceramic vials, which were also pretty in their own way by the way. They had never seen bottles so glossy and clean and prettily designed before.

“I chose different scents for the three of you,” Oslo said with a smile, “Olga’s is a blend of spices, wood, and others. Some I’m not familiar with, and some trade secrets. Sister-in-law’s is more floral, fit for her demure personality, and mother’s is similar to Olga’s, but a bit more mature.”

Hilda blinked in curiosity and sniffed, her eyes shut as she was surrounded by the lovely scent of of florals and… something sweet. Hilda’s face lit up with a serene contented smile.

Similarly, Gaia’s perfume enveloped her senses. It was like timeless elegance and wisdom were made into a scent.

The women immediately took out some items from their space (they were already full) and handed them to their servants, placing the bottles securely inside.

It was as if Oslo would suddenly decide to take it back…

With the good example of the perfume, they shifted their attention to the cloths.

“What is his fabric?” Hilda asked, gently touching her own. “It’s very different from ours.”

Xeno fabrics were either too rough or too smooth (available for nobles). Most of the former types were uncomfortable, even after a long time of use, while the latter was extremely expensive and scarce.

Seeing so many bolts of decent cloth fascinated them so.

There were also various beautiful patterns on it, which was absolutely unique. Even the simplest clothing would be special using these…

“They’re cotton cloth, very comfortable to wear!”

The women’s eyes brightened and they already wondered what to do with it when the less mature men had become antsy.

“Ours, time for ours!” Obi intervened, impatient, and Oslo rolled his eyes. He turned to the side and nodded his head and the servants opened another one of the boxes.

Obi couldn’t wait and was already next to the box by the time it opened. It was a special type of… bow? Obi didn’t know exactly how it worked, but had a special aura and he knew this was a good weapon.

It looked to be only a level D or C weapon, but he wasn’t unimpressed with the quality and the sleekness of the design. It was also nothing he had seen, so of course, he was curious!

He immediately extended his hand to get it but it was suddenly pulled back. Obi frowned and raised his cerulean eyes to meet Oslo’s, who was grinning smugly.

“Say please.”

Obi’s eyes twitched. Normally this would lead to a fight, but the charm of the weird weapon was too much.

“Tsk,” Obi tutted, “Please?”

Oslo nodded with a smile and gestured to hand it over, only to pull it back again, making Obi’s eyes twitch.

“Don’t test it inside,” Oslo said, fortunately handing it over afterward (or it would’ve really been a fight).

Obi scoffed. “Of course, do I look like an idiot?”

“A fighting idiot, yes.”

“Tsk,” but Obi took it as well as the interestingly small quiver outside to try.

Next was Otto, and he took out several bottles from the space. “These are the spices I gave to the kitchen. I figured you’d want a set in your own house.”

Otto brightened and laughed, patting his little brother’s shoulders, “Very good! You know me well!”

And finally, it was Orion’s turn and he gave a rim of thin paper and the pen.

It was made of carved stone and was designed to retain a lot of ink. Oslo had found this invention incredible, but in Altera everyone seemed to have taken it for granted. Some even said there were much more convenient designs that didn’t need refills after weeks of usage, but they didn’t have the material yet.

However, for Oslo and the others, it was already amazing.

Orion’s usually stoic eyes showed a rare glint and he took the gifts (not before giving a very succinct thanks) to the nearest table to try it out, writing out his next tasks.

The family chuckled when they saw him enter his work zone again.

“Where’s mine?”

“Of course little Honda,” he said, handing over the puzzles and big-kid toys.

“Oh? What is this?” Otto asked as if it was given to him, curious.

“I’ll show you,” he said, opening the puzzle first. “You have to move this red piece, to this place.”

Honda nodded, trying to slide the longer blocks, but he couldn’t seem to get the red square to the edge. “Aw, this is harder than it looks.”

The gift was for the kid, but it tickled the other’s curiosity. For Honda’s third try, he found his puzzle taken away from him. “Let me try,” Otto said, sliding it around.

To no avail, of course.

Otto looked at Oslo, looking doubtful. “This is a joke right? The red box couldn’t be moved there, right?”

Oslo smiled smugly and went over, showing them a few points and techniques he learned, earning a few impressed ‘awws’. (He would never tell them he was exactly the same when he found it.)

It was around this time that Obi returned, looking energetic. He was waving the crossbow around like he was a kid who was loving his latest toy.

“This is amazing!” He yelled as soon as he got back. “The best bow and arrow I’ve seen for its level!” It was only a level D weapon, but it definitely rivaled the C-class weapons he used as a teen!

While at his level—level 43—this didn’t do much, he had plenty of guards under him who could use this. The shots were not only lethal, they were swift and needed less time to reload!

The Golds looked at each other, impressed. The products they saw were already impressive, but a good weapon meant something different.

“This can’t come from a village?”

“Well, it won’t be a village for long,” Oslo said, “It will be a town very soon. They would need a few resources to prepare them for an inevitable upgrade though.”

“Ah, how curious~” Olga said, leaning over. “Is it really very good?”

“You women would love it too,” he said, “Cassandra even stayed there.”

Gaia brightened at the mention of Cassandra. “I quite liked that girl,” she said before giving Oslo a pointed look. “Better than every other woman you philandered with.”

Oslo felt a bit of pain in his temple. “I did not philander—can we resume with our previous topic, parents?”

“Oh yes, continue.”

He cleared his throat. “I would need to request at least 30 sets of blueprint materials. I promised the Lord to sponsor 10.”

“Why would you do that?”

It was Gaia who caught the implications in his words first. “You are coming back.”

“What?”

“What?”

Unlike the others, Otto shrugged. “Well, if he brings more of this stuff…”

“…”

“…”

That was sufficient reason.

Most of the relatives calmed down by then, already wondering when the next batch would come.

Obi, who was now relaxedly drinking, looked at Oslo weirdly. His request… was not cheap. “What’s the need?” He asked. “It’s not like a village could get a C-class architect—”

“It’s me,” Oslo said, making everyone turn to him.

“What?”

Oslo smiled, repeating his words. “I am a C-class architect now.”

The family gaped at him in disbelief.

Even Orion, who had been focused on writing, dropped his pen in shock.