After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World - Chapter 709

Chapter 709: Target
A/N: Before anything I’d like to advertise the first fanfiction of this story!

Title: The Life of a Botanist After the Apocalypse by Mingxingxing (Kurarachan in WN) jeheheheh <3

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Baltimore and his team stayed in the Premier Inn that night.

“I heard they’re building a high-end place,” Ero said, looking around the nice place. “But it would be finished after a few more days.”

“Hm,” he said, though his eyes were observing the place, wondering how they made it feel so comfortable.

Anyway, the group rested well and comfortably. Even Baltimore was impressed by the facilities and the comforts the place had. The beddings were incredibly soft, the utilities were convenient, and they even had the option to fan themselves, bring wind inside without much effort.

A Village could think of such luxuries only because the basics had been met—and from what they had seen so far, they had met the basics well and beyond, even better than the average Town.

Baltimore was someone who grew up in a town. He was then recruited by the lord there and, after intense competition with others, he won the chance to obtain the lord token.

He was only in his 20s then.

Now, he was well into his fifties, and his level way past 30, his village had grown to become the strongest village in the region, if not the world.

However, now, this rank was being shaken, and he disliked the very thought of it.

He had taken note of the many marvels here, but not really to improve his territory, but rather to note which slave he’d target and which professional to recruit.

It proved to be a challenge today, but he refused to believe there wouldn’t be anyone who’d be tempted with a bit of money.

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The next morning, Baltimore sent his men to not only study the territory more deeply, to determine its military strength, but also to determine the professionals behind these innovations.

Also, who the lord was.

He didn’t believe there was no lord here, but he was simply hiding and had the identity of an elder.

Now that he knew people did this, he realized the advantages of hiding their status. He never acknowledged another’s superiority however, and instead looked down on this hidden lord for being a coward.

Putting aside these issues for now, the group started with having their morning meal.

They had their breakfast in the inn’s restaurant. Of course, Baltimore didn’t table with the others. He was alone in a corner with his men on another table positioned to guard him even as they ate.

Today’s breakfast was noodles with Gugu chicken. He also ordered some of those salads and soft breads.

While it didn’t have special effects, the cooking was naturally superior to what was available outside Alterra.

It was also because there were no effects that they could tell the difference of the meat here compared to what they had been eating outside, especially when it was something so common like Gugu Bird meat.

“The meat here is much more delicious,” Seto said, looking deeply at his food.

Piko nodded in agreement. “And it’s not just the sauces. It’s the meat itself.” Piko was a cook by profession before becoming a slave.

In fact, Baltimore promised him freedom if he had served him well for 10 years. He only had 1 year left…

Anyway, his profession gave him a reliable voice when it came to food. This caught Baltimore’s attention. “Improved Meat?”

“Yes, milord,” he said, “I feel that the raw meat produced in Alterra is also superior to those outside.”

This made his teammates look at each other with furrowed eyebrows. How could a fellow village have so many good things?”

“How did they do it?” Ero asked, seriously wanting to know.

They wondered for a while but, at this time, even if they did successfully bribe people, they wouldn’t be able to answer this either. This was because most Alterrans—who ate the meat every day—weren’t aware of the difference.

Alterra achieved this by growing meat free-range inside system farms. Similarly, fishes would also taste more special than normal river fishes. But this wasn’t something that had been announced yet. There was no real need to, because they were all eating similar things.

Anyway, the Guians separated after breakfast, intent on finishing the mission. The Lord gave the order of handling things more sensitively. Unlike in other villages, Alterra wasn’t much weaker than they were. Being arrogant would definitely not get them the information that they needed.

The group parted then to do their respective missions. Okay, maybe eating a bit more by the way.

Treck ate first until he was full before he started his job, Ero continued to listen and hang around the gossip centers, and Seto went to pertinent stores, detailing the offerings as well as who the primary expert was behind them.

Sadly for them, there hadn’t been many aborigines in Alterra and the friendly ones were all known already. Like the previous day, it’d be harder for them to gather information. Rather, it was harder now because the locals gossiped about them. A lot.

A few hours later, they still hadn’t learned a lot, causing the Guians to be in a very bad mood. The only thing keeping them from exploding was the delicious street food.

Treck—after about an hour of globbing his comfort food—came face to face with the half-orc. Gochi was doing his rounds alone at this time (his partner was getting them food at the side).

When he walked past and did not even acknowledge him, this made Treck even more annoyed.

Seeing an inferior race there just happened to appeal to him very much!

Even if for—some incomprehensible reason—the half-orc was a guard who enjoyed the same rights as humans, it felt like he was overreaching and ought to be pushed back down!

It so happened that he needed to vent after being humiliated over and over by these weaklings!