After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World - Chapter 593

Chapter 593: Altera’s Quality
Outside Altera.

At this time, a few hundred meters away from the walls, two aborigines were holding their hands up.

They weren’t entirely sure what the gesture was for, though.

When they went past the array, people on the other side yelled “Hands up!” And they had no choice but to do so—not with all those arrows pointed at them!

They recognized the special-looking bows as the fast-working ones the attacking parties had. An arrow shower alone was dangerous, especially if they shot so fast like that!

A tall man with aquiline features walked over along with a few others, looking at them suspiciously.

“Who are you?” Eagle asked, looking at the two up and down. He had a special guardedness to Mogi, and was ready to attack him at a moment’s notice.

Fargo didn’t have uniforms, but it was obvious who had some force value.

It wasn’t just physique and level, he also invested in equipment more compared to normal civilians.

The two aborigines looked at each other, a little pale, but gathered themselves enough to answer the man lucidly. “I… we were hired through the Chancery in Fargo, but we decided to go away prematurely.”

“And?”

“Nothing. We would just like to live and work in Altera.”

“Why?”

“To make a living.”

“…”

“…”

It took several seconds of staring for Eagle to realize they weren’t being snarky.

“You realize you’re not making a very good first impression,” Eagle said, crossing his arms.

Not to mention, even if they pressed them for information about Fargo to ‘prove their worth’ they wouldn’t be able to give him anything. After all, as people hired through the Village Center, they wouldn’t be able to disclose information about the former territories as long as they existed.

“We can swear oaths of non-betrayal.”

Eagle looked at them and sighed. To be honest, while the first impression wasn’t stellar, there was no reason not to take them in. They weren’t particularly strong, but they must’ve been through a lot of territories.

Not to mention, when the former territory falls, the agreement would be null, and thus they would be able to disclose more information to them.

“Come with me,” Eagle said, gesturing for the two to follow him. The other guards stayed in position, no longer aggressive, but still ready to attack.

Mogi and Rona looked at each other and heaved deep breaths before following the man’s tracks.

Only then did they finally have the mind to look forward, and soon the large level 5 wall emerged from the forest.

Then they looked at the sentries which looked to only be more than 100 yards apart!

A level 5 sentry had this length as the range. This meant some areas had two sentries guarding!

How much did all this cost?!

While they weren’t aware of the exact amounts, they knew from how their previous lords would solicit money that a few sentries wouldn’t be cheap, let alone all of these!

No wonder the attacking force alone was so strong! Even their ‘home ground’ was like this!

Just from this, they knew: Fargo stood no chance against this place!

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While new aborigines were being eased in, a few visitors from a Town were lounging in the tea house.

They sat on the edge of the balcony, near the nice ivy walls, having a good view of what was happening below. They were sipping their tea relaxedly, with various food platters on the table between them.

At this time, there were very few people walking on the streets. Most of those in the territory, except for the guards, were the old people or the disabled. There were also medical personnel and children.

“I heard that they didn’t have slaves nor did they have as many guards as most Level 3 Villages, but a good amount of their citizens willingly joined in the war,” a man with dark skin and curly hair said as he chewed on a sweet and juicy watermelon.

He moaned a bit before continuing his sentence, “I’m amazed how much force they could get from the citizens. I heard they didn’t get paid much either, just the so-called ‘contribution points’.”

The person next to him, a narrow-eyed man with light skin, was only nodding while continuously eating various fruits in front of him. Disregarding his posh clothes and items, one would think he had been famished for a long time.

One of the features of Altera was its massive variety of sweet fruits.

Sweet fruits weren’t very common in Xeno. In fact, this was not surprising. Even in ancient Terran, it was a similar case. The majority of the sweet fruits known to modern men were products of breeding. The original forms were far from what modern people knew, and few were naturally sweet.

In Xeno, other than the Gouji fruit which was found in most places, there were only a handful of other sweet varieties that were spread across the continent.

People in cities—which had a lot of subsidiaries and access to distant territories—had more access to these fruits, but even nobles in Towns had limited range.

One could imagine how amazed they were to see this ‘fruit platter’!

Jonathan, chewing on a lovely luscious strawberry, saw the platter was almost done again. He wanted to kick these people but then he recalled his upbringing.

Instead, he turned to the owner who was standing on his counter with a wide smile.

“Can we have another platter, please?”

When he asked, he was actually a little nervous. What if there was no more stock? Surely, such good fruits were rare!

“Yes, sir, of course!”

His group heaved a sigh of relief with his answer, almost drooling when another platter came out.

Sao smiled. He earned huge amounts of money with this order!

“Can’t we really buy everything?” Ping, the narrowed-eyed man, asked Sao for the nth time that day. “We will buy for twice the market price!”

Sao shook his head. “We implement a purchase limit here, sir. In fact, I already made an exemption serving this much to you. This is because most of our citizens are outside right now, so we had some available.”

“I see…”

“Well, we came at the right time, then,” Jonathan mumbled, cleared his throat, and ate another piece.

Sao then excused himself and returned to his counter while the aborigines looked at each other, afraid to miss much of the platter.

“Before, I was hoping the war would end quickly so we could talk business with their Elders, but now I’m reluctant,” Ping said, moaning at the taste of a different fruit.

“It’s only been a few hours,” another one said, rolling his eyes. Wars typically used the entire day, if not the majority of it.

“We should just take our time and enjoy,” Jonathan said, earning various approving nods from the people around him.

And enjoy, they shall.

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A few minutes of relaxation later, Soa suddenly stood up. It was a bit abrupt so they ended up looking at him. He had already gotten out of his counter, apparently up to greet a new set of customers.

This made the townsfolk’s eyebrows rise. They didn’t get that big a welcome. When they entered, the man only stood and smiled, guiding them politely to their table!

Before they could get offended however, they saw the group of men and women with golden hair climbing up.

Everyone gaped, looking at the newcomers in disbelief.

COULD IT BE?!