After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World - Chapter 445

Chapter 445: A Little Stowaway
“HEY!” A yell came from a carriage in front, pulling him out of his trance. Then the carriage stopped so abruptly that he dropped from his seat.

Oslo patted his shocked bum, peering through the curtain. “What?”

“What is going on?!” Olga also yelled from the carriage behind. Instead of an answer, they heard a bit of a scuffle and some panicked and angry voices.

He walked out of his carriage and saw Olga and her maids getting out as well. Their eyes met and they turned to look at the front carriage.

They looked at Otto and his sole guard, the handsome Silva, who stood protectively next to his master.

At this time, Otto was looking at the carriage with a complicated expression. He should’ve stayed in his carriage! But who told him to be a social butterfly and couldn’t live without chattering for a couple of hours?

He randomly chose Obi’s and now he regretted it! Would he be collateral damage?!

“What’s going on?” Olga asked her twin, who was looking very pale as he watched Obi’s carriage shake a bit in what seemed to be a scuffle.

“Should we go help?” Oslo asked, though he partially didn’t mean it. Obi was many levels higher than he was. If he was having trouble with whatever was inside, then it could definitely kill Oslo.

Otto shook his head to answer though, “It’s not what you think,” he said, and soon the door burst open.

Obi stepped out, with a very dark face at that.

With a sneer, he extended his hand back to the interior of his carriage, pulling out a small arm—

A young boy around ten or eleven years of age headed down, ashamed, and looking a bit scared.

His blonde hair was now frizzled and dusty, and his eyes a bit red.

This made everyone else gape in shock, their stomach dropping at the implications of the kid’s appearance.

“Honda?!” Oslo exclaimed, looking at the boy. “Ah, Orcshit!”

They were so dead. So dead!

“He must’ve hidden in one of the chests.” Obi sneered, crossing his arms in annoyance. He was even more scared than Oslo was. This brat hid in a chest in his carriage!

Would older brother beat him up for not noticing?

No, he definitely wouldn’t! However, he would say, “What kind of guard could let a living person into his carriage without knowing?”

It wasn’t wrong—their brother had always been brutally blunt—and that was what made it more depressing!

At this, he couldn’t help but give an annoyed look at the little boy with reddish eyes. “Speak!”

“I… I wanted to come… mother won’t let me…”

“So you decided to sneak out?!” Obi squeaked, before forcing his low and manly voice back and trying to appear more of an authority figure that he was.

The twins sighed though, already thinking of the implications. “Now we have to find a territory with a post office,” Olga said. After all, aether letters wouldn’t be able to reach so far.

Behind them, Oslo looked at the sky.

And they said that he was the Headache Child…

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Basset Town, 180 km East of Altera

They arrived at a small level 1 Town named Basset Town north of their city. It was just a few tens of kilometers out of way, but not too far.

It had the standard level 3 walls of towns and two to three-storey buildings. The distances of sentries were above average at around 300 meters apart.

It was a relatively new town that had just been upgraded a couple of years prior, but the development was somewhat steady.

They found the square-shaped Post Office and entered, paying a certain amount of silver to deliver a letter to their city.

It was very nerve-wracking and they didn’t dare go too far in case they received a letter back.

The group of them stood by the lobby. This was a normal set-up, but Oslo got spoiled in Altera, so he couldn’t help but mumble a couple of complaints here and there.

For example, he would say something along the lines of “Tsk. No hospitality at all!”

Or, “Adding no character to the building is akin to just putting walls and roofs anywhere.”

It only made the others impatient, especially the already antsy Obi, who went to ask the clerk if they got a reply every few minutes.

The clerk was getting annoyed, but Obi was so handsome and regal that it felt excusable. There was also the fact that the recipient of the letter was from Bleulle City, so he didn’t dare show any dissatisfaction at all.

He just checked when asked. He opened his mouth to say the negative, as he had been saying the past few minutes, but his lips shut when he saw that a reply actually went through!

Obi flinched, and the others immediately went beside him.

“Already?”

Was his older brother hanging out in the post office?

The Clerk tried to remain calm as he suffered the nervous energy from high-leveled individuals from the City. He cleared his throat and shakily handed them the sealed papyrus. The blondes hurriedly took it from him, huddling in a far corner of the building.

Nervously, the siblings stared at the delivery, slightly shaky.

They saw that it was two letters based on the seals. One was from their parents and another was from their brother.

In order to facilitate their mental health, they decided to open the letters from their parents first.

The parents’ letter could be summarized into ‘We hope you are well, be safe, keep Honda especially safe, and bring back a lot of things especially those sauces, and perfume, and….’ Et cetera.

This made them heave a breath of relief, but only for a moment, because their peripheral view immediately reminded them of their brother’s letter.

“So… who’s gonna open it?” Otto asked, looking at the letter in Obi’s hand.

“Not me,” Obi said, trying to hand it over to anyone else but himself. He tried to shove it at Oslo, who stepped back and raised his arms.

“Why are you looking at me? You’re older.”

“You’re younger. Listen to my orders!”

Oslo rolled his eyes. “It wasn’t my carriage he was found in.”

At this, Obi couldn’t help but send a glare at the little boy, who went to hide behind his aunt. “Why did you choose my carriage anyway?”

The boy looked at him with those innocent and large eyes. He pursed his lips before answering, with a very serious expression on his face.

“Because it has the strongest beast…” He said. It was his favorite Kola Beast.

“…”