After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World - Chapter 789

Chapter 789: Aborigines of Iron Mountains (Part 1)
It was difficult holding the fort alone, and he was relieved some bad apples had left on their own. As for revenge, although he doubted anyone would be loyal enough to Guia to get revenge for it, he’d try to prepare the territory as much as he could before he left.

Speaking of that, the administration team sent wasn’t a lot either. He would have to hire among the current population. Not just for numbers, but also because they knew the place much more intimately.

After all, they had to axe everyone with an administrative role in Guia. No one who turned a blind eye to such evil slavery was someone they wanted in their team.

There wasn’t anyone who showed remorse either, they all just wanted him out and asked the guards to help them.

It was his task to rebuild the personnel infrastructure, and he ought to start so the next guys would have a lighter load. He took out a piece of paper from his space, and it was filled with instructions and detailed ways on how to do this administration stuff.

Miss Althea and his mother knew where his capabilities was not, so they wrote him a detailed guide for it.

Every Elder had the ability to make announcements via the Center, and so were the upper strata of all the fields, including the stewards like himself.

He walked over to the Village Center—which was really plain in appearance, especially compared to Alterra’s—and headed in to make the announcements.

He wiped the beads of sweat on his face and next, he started entering the announcements. He promised good salaries and benefits. Those who would be accepted would also have a roof over their heads.

This was the same benefit as the guards in Alterra, though many of them had left the dormitories in the barracks by now, after earning enough to have their own space.

The other benefits like canteen food (free food during work hours) and guaranteed weapons would take a while, however.

In any case, he asked people to apply through the village center, also for the accompanying oath.

He emphasized that even the current slaves could apply and earn the same rates as the people with the same job. They would keep their earnings and—best of all— they’d be able to buy their own freedom.

Gill promised that they were free to buy their own freedom as long as they paid for their own fees of 5 gold, which was what the system required, but they would still be treated as proper citizens even before doing so.

He also finally announced the rules of Alterra, which had many entries preventing anyone from taking advantage of its kindness, including taking advantage of the ‘slaves’.

The Center was naturally flooded with people, especially of slaves who didn’t have anything to lose anyway. They had mostly hesitant and cynical expressions on their faces, but there were a few hopeful ones.

However, later that day, after he closed the applications, he would understand just how much different it would be compared to Alterra.

The thing about this place was that everyone was an aborigine. They didn’t know how to fill out applications and such, and most of them couldn’t even read.

The literacy rate alone posed a challenge for them to do the administrative jobs, let alone the inevitable differences in worldview.

Fortunately, the Village Center would transcribe spoken words—otherwise how could such a big percent of the illiterate Xeno population use the center—and report verbatim to him, the temporary assigned Steward.

The compilation was something he could access via the village center as well, with Althea allowing him to gain more access to certain information.

Anyway, he stood on the platforms for hours before he made progress.

In the applications, he asked to give details of their background and why he should give them the job. However, their submittals were just the basic name and background, how much money they needed, or how many people they needed to support.

“Ugh…” Gill groaned in annoyance, rubbing his temple for an upcoming headache.

Administrative work… was really not for him.

However, he did study them as well as he could. He was still responsible for this and he didn’t want to leave this post with problems for whoever was taking it.

Besides, he needed the distraction every single second lest he go outside and run after Cassandra instead.

After another hour of study, he zoned in on a few candidates. However, no matter how he looked at it, it was not enough. He wondered if they’d have to get some more Terrans here as well.

Anyway, for now, he focused on those in reach and whom he hoped that he—and his successor—would have the least problems with.

Some of the local candidates for officers who stood out were a man named Poki, who applied for the head guard position, and a man named Gio, who applied for the assistant/secretary position.

Poki’s application was about how happy he was that the previous lord was gone. He had been a slave here for 2 years and he was thankful for setting them free (in a sense). He stated that he now wanted to serve and earn his own freedom officially

The big man used to be a guard in his old territory, which had been defeated in a war by the then-Guia Village a few years prior. He had been a meatshield for several wars, and was alive because of his skills and ability, and was therefore given a weapon to be maximized.

Gio’s application was similar. He also used to be a slave, though he was ashamed to say that it was in the pleasure aspect.

However, before his territory was defeated several months ago, he was a literate in his village and also served as a teacher there.

He was very honest with his application and said that he was one of the people in Baltimore’s twisted harem.

If Althea was there, she might recognize him too. In the room filled with women, a man with effeminate features was among them. This person was Gio.

To think he was actually a scholar of sorts. This was quite good, especially for a village.

Xeno was very tight about passing on knowledge, so it was very rare to have schools like that in villages, so Gill was very interested in him.

He heaved a sigh and noted down the two candidates. He was disappointed no one else stood out, but it was better than nothing.