After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World - Chapter 645

Chapter 645: Limestone Valley (Part 2)
She had long decided to keep the accounts of the two territories different, but it seemed like she’d have no choice but to invest a bit of Altera’s funds here. Of course, when Limestone Valley stabilized, then she’d take that back with interest.

Speaking of which, they’d need trustworthy, capable, and sincere individuals to handle the village in their stead. While she could remotely see the status of the village and access the warehouse, she couldn’t divide herself, right?

Even with Altera alone—along with her babies (husband included) and experiments—she couldn’t find enough time, let alone managing another territory.

“Do you think Vincent and the others would be able to handle the territory?” She asked. Although they were granted temporary stewardship before, it wasn’t anything final yet because she technically ‘didn’t have the power’ to decide that, let alone the fact that it was agreed upon before the two territories merged.

Regardless, that group was really the best option for now. They knew the place well and had already been somewhat attached to it.

Garan nodded, “They should. They told me they’re joining the Mercenary Team, so we can add several layers of oath.”

This was really great news for the Mercenary Team. Victor’s team was comprised of more than 20 soldiers. Though most of them came from other territories and countries, they were confident to increase solidarity.

There was no Edenian or other countries here anymore, only Terran. Rather, just Alteran.

Anyway, they really needed more soldiers. Although they were indeed strictly training the guards, they needed trained individuals to handle the current threats.

Putting a deeper discussion of that into the agenda, the couple continued to peruse the surroundings of the village to reach the limestone mines. Since the war, the operations here had naturally paused, leaving empty cave systems all around.

They also had to clear quite a few beasts as they perused the place. They were apparently attracted by the dense smell of humans in the place.

There were not a few monsters there and they could imagine that monsters often haunted the workers while they mined.

“This is not near the territory,” Althea said, looking at the terrain. It wasn’t too far either—only about a few kilometers from the territory—but a lot could happen in between. She reckoned a lot of slaves perished during the travel to and fro alone, let alone dealing with the damned beasts when they were already here.

They couldn’t build anything with the system and it would be impractical to build defensive walls manually as well.

“This would’ve been easy for goblins,” Garan said, sighing, “I’m sorry wife.”

Althea’s eyebrows rose as he looked at him. “What for?”

“If I had kept the goblins…”

The goblins were not only great diggers, they could also create a tunnel system of sorts for the logistics.

Garan told her more about Guia VIllage, and about how he had a choice to bring goblins. They’d have been useful if he captured them instead of letting them go.

He looked so remorseful, it made Althea giggle. She patted his chiseled chin. “Based on what you said, forcing them could’ve ended with them taking their own lives, instead.

“If we encounter them again, great, if not we can manage on our own.”

While she was indeed very curious about the goblins, her people were plenty skilled. They wouldn’t get slaves (maybe except for future prisoners of war) but they would hire workers. Back in Altera, she had already gotten Ansel and the other accountants to help her calculate the labor costs for the mining.

They didn’t need too much either—at least for the first few week. For now, they just need enough samples of each resource for the Research Lab to be able to experiment and determine as many uses as they could.

The minerals here would definitely be differences from the ones they knew in Terran. The iron was different, and the others would too. This meant they still had a lot to study to determine whether or not the item would really be useful to mine.

How depressing would it be to start mining in bulk only to realize it would be useless?

Hm, so many things to do, she mused, and the couple continued to analyze the surroundings of the village and valley, planning what to build and what to do with it.

They arrived at the entrance of the village when it was already getting dark. It was still bright thanks to the lighthouse though, which was something Fargo purchased recently with some blood money he got from the citizens.

The story was, he was annoyed with the low productivity of the people and he bought it so he could push everyone else even at night.

In any case, the couple went to sleep in one of the new custom houses Althea secured when she was there.

She also wanted to summarize more of what she had found so far in her head before meeting the leading party. Even if she didn’t, Garan wouldn’t agree. He believed in her sleeping well when she should, especially right next to him.

The villa was in the newest community Fargo made and it was expensive so, by the time the war started, not even a third had been bought. Not many were rented either.

However, after the war, she saw that a few had been sold immediately after the ownership changed. It was obvious that quite a few people had been holding back in the purchases because of Fargo and his men.

Althea was very accurate in this. There were indeed a few people with some wealth who refused to invest in the territory and were just waiting for a way out. They were also very lucky to be well-off but not rich enough to catch Fargo’s attention, otherwise they’d have been milked a long time ago.

When Fargo’s party was out and they were taken over, some of these people who weren’t comfortable with leaving decided to invest and buy off properties, and quite a number of houses were occupied since then.

Anyway, the couple settled down and they prepared the house so they could rest. Garan immediately went to the well to get her some bathing water, filling the bathtub she had in her space.

She thanked his efforts with a kiss on the cheek, before turning to the water and mixing some of her relaxing fragrance in.

When she entered the tub though, a certain soldier decided to get in with her.

To save water, of course.