After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World - Chapter 690

Chapter 690: The Golds’ Departure
The afternoon was approaching and Olga headed towards the plaza at a leisurely pace.

Because she had finished her orders early, she only had to pick them up and put the items in her space now. She spent hundreds and hundreds of gold, yes, but seeing those gorgeous beauty products line her space felt exhilarating!

Now, she was just using her remaining time to experience this unique place more. She was particularly fond of the garden, and she stayed in a gazebo in the large flower garden until it was time for her to go.

Somewhere along the way, however, her eyes stopped at the family having a picnic.

It was Miss Althea’s. She was with her husband and children, and they were all smiles.

Olga was familiar with the Alterran working hours now and it was obvious the family took advantage of it to bond for an hour or so.

At this time, they were sitting in a large blanket draped over the well-maintained grass. There were simple easy-to-eat food at a side, which they consumed as they bonded.

Sir Garan was lying down, resting the back of his neck on his arms. Their two babies were sitting adorably on his chest chupping on their pacifiers (which were of very unique material, though the locals just said they weren’t available yet).

Chup, chup, chup

They obviously weren’t doing anything and just sitting there, but it sent cute attacks everywhere.

They were such adorable little things!

Anyway, Miss Althea was feeding her husband with some fruits as he laid, and she could see the babies feel envious and open their mouths to try and get some too.

They were too young to be given such food, but fortunately Althea seemed prepared. She smiled and brought out something from her space. It was a little spoon thing that seemed to have containers attached to them.

When she pressed a button, a bit of food came out, which would then be eaten by the cuties neatly.

So convenient.

Anyway, watching the family, Olga’s heart felt full and envious at the same time.

To be honest, she indeed had a dream of building a family. After all, she was a woman of this continent—she was raised in a way that her main value was in creating heirs.

But she felt it was wrong and couldn’t entirely agree with that, albeit for a long time it wasn’t clear to her what she ought to do.

She had also seen how her parents were. They were happy, and she wanted that.

But she didn’t find the connection to the men she met, and she would never settle for a man she didn’t love.

She wasn’t naive to believe any ‘decent’ man would do either. She had seen how most marriages were, how trapped the females were, how limited their movements and views had become.

Her mother’s case was rare. As for most other women… they seemed to be trapped in their families, whether it was maternal or what they were married into.

She would never want that for herself.

However, this was too big of an issue to ponder in one sitting. She simply shook her head in the end, proceeding on her way.

However, at some point, her feet stopped as she realized there was another person watching the family so intently.

She recognized him as someone who went back with her cousin back then, though she didn’t quite catch his name.

He was quite handsome with chiseled features, light-colored hair, and tanned skin. He stood strong, proud, even if his eyes lingered too long on a married woman.

He was wearing the guard uniform and it made him look particularly dashing.

“Hmn,” Olga mused. It seemed like she really did have a type.

…

While Olga’s love life had planted its seeds, her brother was busy with their own concerns.

At this time, Obi was currently buying out the highest-level weapons the equipment factory could produce. The quantity was still limited but, as a partner, he could get a lot more than other merchants.

The equipment he got was only level D or E for the most part, but even in cities, there were plenty of young soldiers in their level 20s.

In Bleulle, soldiers were divided into classes, similar to how weapons were. Each year a competition was held and he, as one of the youngest captains, also had the youngest troops.

One could imagine that they were still looked down upon, and the only reason his troupe wasn’t bullied was because of his background. However, he prided himself on making a name for himself, so how could he be comfortable to still be protected by his parents’ name at this age?

The higher the rank, the better the resources, and he naturally wanted that for his team. Sure, he could ask the family for monetary support, but where was the pride in that?

Anyway, these weapons would definitely help his team rise up!

…

Finally, there was Otto who was staring at the small mountain of purchase. Ansel guided him himself, and he was very very friendly.

Ansel also found that the man had a small space as well. It was not as high a level as his sister’s but still pretty cool.

As for why Otto didn’t seem to mind Ansel knowing about the space, it was mostly due to trust and instinct, and also due to his confidence of his strength.

The redhead couldn’t help but look at the intimidating silverhaired guard next to Otto. He was tall, buff, and looked very strong. Ansel wondered what level he was.

“Silva,” Otto said, slightly turning to the aforementioned guard.

“Yes, Master?”

“If you were to choose, would you choose to get more healing potion or mana cookies?” He asked, looking at the two boxes around a feet in dimension. His space had been filled up, and he was wondering whether to get extra boxes of cookies or potions.

“I would choose a healing potion as I like the instant effect more, ” he said. “You don’t have to choose, Master. I still have some space left. It’s not much, but…”

“No, keep it to yourself and go buy what you want as well.”

“Yes, Master,” Silva said, and he also chose a few things to fill up his own space.

When all was done Otto sent the payment to Ansel, whose eyes sparkled at the amount of it. Ansel didn’t make it obvious of course, he was not a newbie in commercial deals at all.

Otto didn’t miss it though. However, instead of seeing it as off-putting, he just saw it as amusingly honest.

He raised his hand for the customary local handshake. “Nice dealing with you, Ansel.”

Ansel grinned, taking the hand to return a firm handshake. “Likewise.”

….

Soon, the time for departure arrived and everyone went to the Beast Inn to get to their now-filled carriages. The boxes looked beautiful, and they thought of how wonderful and fruitful this trip turned out to be.

To think they mostly went here just out of curiosity…

However, not everything was smooth sailing because—just when they were about to head out—a certain little boy looked like he didn’t want to get in.

Olga looked out to see the boy standing a meter away from the door, and the other siblings also looked out, wondering what was wrong?

“Honda?” She asked, voice gentle. The little boy raised his head with furrowed eyebrows, obviously having an internal battle of sorts.

After what felt like a minute, he finally opened his mouth, and it was not what they were expecting.

“Can I stay?”

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“What?”

The boy flinched at their reaction. However, albeit intimidated, the little kid actually pushed through. If it wasn’t for the implications, they’d have felt proud of him.

“Can I stay with Uncle Oslo?” he said, little milky voice saying words that could kill them. “I’ll be good, I promise!”

Oslo, who was seeing them off from the side, gaped, unsure whether he wanted this particular responsibility.

“I can start training here! The levels of the monsters here are perfect for me!” The boy added, making the others pause and look at him.

He obviously prepared for this speech, didn’t he?

In retrospect, that seemed to be the excuse they sent? So… they could let him stay to keep consistent? Would they still have the life to explain though?

But what if anything happened? The consequences to them didn’t even matter—they happened to really care about this boy, very much.

“If he causes trouble, let’s just say Oslo asked him to stay.”

“HEY!”

Anyway, a bit of back and forth between the siblings was exchanged, with little Honda looking quite nervous. However, despite his slightly teary eyes, his expression was cool and serious.

It was really cute.

Honda was really a mix of his parents: His father outside (or at least he tried to) and his mother on the inside.

In the end, they all just looked at Otto. He was the oldest among the siblings and had therefore the biggest voice. He was also the most liable regarding this.

Otto stared at the boy who was trying to be brave. The entire time, Honda struggled not to flinch and not to show weakness. He knew that if he appeared helpless, then his wish would not come true!

In the end, Otto sighed helplessly, turning his head to look at the side. “Silva,” he said, and the man sitting in front of the carriage went down, bowing a bit as he stood outside Otto’s door.

“Stay with Oslo and Honda.”

“Yes sir.”

This made Ansel, Althea, and the others, who were also watching at the side very curious. Ansel elbowed Oslo, who seemed a little shocked at the new developments. “What level is he?”

“Much higher than me. When I left a few years back, he was already level 39.” This meant he had likely landed level 40 by now.

Ansel’s eyes sparkled at this.

Did that mean Alterra just got a level 40 in their midst!?