After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World - Chapter 441

Chapter 441: Visionstone
His cronies looked interestingly at his token and the special tool.

“Can you tell us more information about the territories, Milord?” They asked, eager to know where their next catch would be.

To be honest, when they found out about Territory Wars they were… excited.

Bombing and mass shootings were fun and all, but there was something more… endearing… about killing with medieval cold weapons. The feeling of slicing people’s skin, seeing them bleed up close, was a different sort of fun.

At this time, Amon was looking at his Lord Panel screen, which had additional columns indicating the visionstone’s information.

With the Visionstone, as long as the territory was in his panel, he would also find their level and population. He could even see their wealth and resources!

It really was useful—too useful. It might even be illegal. Which territory would allow such intimate information to be released?

He wondered whether Belize got it from legit channels at all.

But no matter, it was his now.

Other than these, he would also be able to see the mysterious stat: the Prestige.

According to Belize, the exact way to measure prestige was still unclear. However, it could be approximated with the number of population, the number of recurring visitors, and the variety of locations the territory attracted. Most of all, the territory’s influence on other territories and their citizen also seemed to have a bearing on this so-called prestige.

For example, there were cases where one individual had gained massive fame, and it somehow boosted his hometown’s prestige as well.

As a territory with a lot of Aborigines and huge amounts of population within a short period of time, he naturally had a higher-than-average prestige for his tier.

Fargo was currently a Level Three village with a population of 14978 with Prestige at 145.

Prestige was a requirement to upgrade to become a Town, though the exact amount was still unclear. According to Belize, based on the growth of the territory, he should take only a few more years before he could upgrade.

This was already extremely fast according to the aborigines, even superior to the records of this world’s top cities.

There were others who were not too far behind him, however. Bright was a Level three village with 11890 population. It had a prestige of 90. This was impressive and truly captured his attention.

He also had around 120 gold and ample resources.

Next was Vismont, also a Level Two village with 9870 population and a prestige of 52. Gold was at a pitiful 50, and his resources average.

The others seemed to be as expected with Juno Village as a Level Two village with 5879 population and 0 Prestige and Diana Village, a Level Two village with 6566 population and 0 prestige. He didn’t even bother with their resources.

From this alone, one could see how far superior Fargo was to others.

However, as he looked at the list, another name appeared. It was an unfamiliar name.

Altera Village. Level 3 Village. 2000 Residents—

But—as if losing a signal—there was no more information.

He turned his head to Belize and asked why this was so. The aborigine paused and thought for a while before coming to a conclusion, “It likely means that the scout passed before he could stay the required amount of time.” This amount of time varied, depending on how far the territory was.

Belize couldn’t be certain, simply because such detailed information wasn’t public knowledge even if he had been a lord’s confidante. Not to mention, to his knowledge, it hadn’t happened to his former lord before.

This was actually correct. The scout was killed before he was given enough time to ‘register’ the data long enough to send it back.

But this was a story for another time.

As Fargo entered a short daze, the scouts continued to report. He snapped out of it and stared, making the man flinch under his sharp stare.

“What other resources are available?”

“Juno and Diana Village had the usual vegetation of their area, though the former was with much scarcer numbers. On the other hand, Bright and Vismont was definitely much better.

“The lives of the people in these two territories were… good.” The man paused, flinching. “But not as good as our Fargo.”

“Tell us more.”

“Yes, milord.”

The person assigned to Bright spoke first. His name was Eli, and they were one of Fargo’s best scouts. “Bright Territory also had level 3 walls and even denser sentries than we have.”

“What?”

“It’s not that different, but I heard that the lord solicited a lot of money to be able to afford it. In exchange, he gave a lot of benefits to the donors.”

“Some of his power would be distributed with this.”

“Well, if one’s resources are limited, this is not a bad move,” Fargo said, looking at the reporter again, “Continue.”

“They also have aborigines though not nearly as many as ours. They also had guns and good fighters. From their auras, I’d say they had some background in gangs.”

The room was silent, knowing this one was a hard stubble.

“What about lifestyle?”

“Everyone has enough to eat and drink. Many Terran cuisines, and delicious food have also been made available. They can also have new clothes…”

“What?”

Everyone turned their heads at the man. The person from Juno walked forward, asking them to repeat in case they misheard.

Belize looked out in thought. Recreating cuisines was one thing, but new cloth was a very monopolized industry. “This is a… very interesting place.”

They nodded, but their eyes filled with greed for this place and what it offered.

“Vismont had similar items, but it is much poorer,” another continued. This was Eso, Eli’s brother. He was one of the scouts to check out Vismont but had to return immediately, unlike the others who stayed to investigate deeper. He was a bit bitter at first, but seeing as everyone else was dead, he could only heave a sigh at his luck.

“They suffered greatly from mob attacks. They were only rescued by an allied territory named Altera Village.”

At the mention of Altera, Eli flinched. “It seemed a lot of Bright’s items come from this village…” With this information he had to pay a lot of gold. The people of Bright were all moneygrubbers.

“Have you been there?”

“I already sent some people to take a look,” he said, “But I heard it’s also a Level 3 Village.”

“Altera, eh?” Fargo paused, remembering that scout that probably died too early. “Well, they should have experts in the food or in the botanical industry to be able to produce these.”

This must be the reason how it reached level 3 with such a small population. It must have made money from selling.

As for prestige, he wasn’t able to see it, but it should not be lower than Bright’s seeing as a lot of the products came from there.

As for how they obtained the knowledge… he was sure to find out, and obtain it for himself.

Anyway, he knew the limits of the wars and he was bent on maximizing the limit. Now that he knew the foraged resources could possibly be reduced in the future, it only added more reason for his wars.

“Shall we target Altera then?” Eli asked, gulping at the prospect of food.

It seemed easier and with more gains. It was good to use their only attacking slot for the month. It was just that they didn’t have enough information, in contrast to the two. The month was ending and they ought to decide now.

Amon did not agree immediately however. He was arrogant, but he still knew that this planet was not his turf. Unlike in Terran, there were too many variables here.

“Vismont is the nearest territory to us,” another one said, but another shook his head.

“Vismont is nearest in terms of straight-line distance, but it isn’t necessarily easier to access due to the terrain.

“But aren’t we going to teleport there, anyway?”

“Then do we take Bright? Aren’t they a hard stubble?”

“Yeah, but we don’t have to battle so directly, right? If we get those guns…”

“Eso is right.” At this time, another one spoke. It was Uzon, also one of the people who had gone to Bright. He was a tall tanned man with plenty of tattoos.

“I have a friend with a good position in Bright. He says he can deal with the guns, but he has to lead the satellite territory.

“He claimed that they had also begun preparing raw materials as well.”

Obtaining a lord token would give control to another, a satellite so to speak. Although control is with the lord, how could they see everything from another territory beyond the Lord Panel? Naturally, there was someone assigned to care for it.

Anyway, if Vismont was poor and depended on a village with 2000 population, then it might not be good to spend their month’s slot there.

Bright, while a little riskier, seemed much more worth it for the guns and farms alone, let alone those products.

Amon Fargo also liked a good challenge, anyway.

“Bright Village it is, then,” he said, “Prepare for the most efficient takedown.”

“YES, SIR!”