After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World - Chapter 799

Chapter 799: Lounging Couple
After the meeting adjourned, the couple decided to stay for a bit, though they didn’t really announce it.

“Let’s wait until midnight, okay?” She told her husband as soon as the other people left. Maybe they’d get lucky today.

Garan naturally complied with a patient smile.

“Should I join you guys?” Ansel asked and Garan almost kicked him.

Althea raised a brow and looked at him teasingly. “Well, if you’re sure Winona wouldn’t mind.”

This made him flinch and, without further ado, say his goodbye.

Garan nodded approvingly, probably thinking something along the lines of ‘such is what a good husband will do’ and Althea laughed at his expression.

Anyway, it was true. Although Ansel had a history of dating around, he always treated the women well and never cheated. Althea knew that Winona would be in good hands this time.

She didn’t even mind their banter at all. Although those two argued a lot for the smallest things, they surprisingly got along well with every other deeper issue.

In the end, having differing quirks or personalities was fine between couples, but having the same core values was pretty much non-negotiable for a happy long-term relationship.

The newly remarried couple lounged on the sofa while waiting for the time, with Althea resting her head on her husband’s stable shoulder, and their hands entwined as they sat.

“I wish we can get new good hires this time,” she said, a little bit wistfully.

Since the two armor makers, they hadn’t gotten any good hires again. She didn’t want to hire too many aborigines whose jobs could easily be taken by their Terrans after all. Not only was it not practical, but it was taking away good available jobs from Terrans.

“Well,” Garan said, “Even if there’s none, our Terrans will handle it plenty well.”

The two of them relaxed on the comfortable sofa as they waited for the next day. Garan began to play with her hands, rubbing her soft palms between his rough fingers, while Althea chuckled and kissed his cheek.

“You’re getting stubbles again,” she mumbled, eyes staying on his chiseled chin. His azure eyes twinkled with amusement as he leaned down and scratched his chin on her nose.

“Hey!” she yelled and her annoyed look just looked adorably pouty in Garan’s eyes.

He chuckled, his low voice creating vibrations around him, and soon enough their play ended up with Althea underneath him on the sofa.

The atmosphere immediately heated up, and their breathing stagnated. Garan leaned down and met her lips, immediately parting them with his tongue.

She wrapped her arms around him and cooperated until they were grinding against each other. Garan’s large hand was creeping up under her shirt, touching the edge of her bra, when—

Ding, dong!

The large clock in their observatory sounded its bell, and because it was so quiet at this time, it was highly audible all around.

“Ah. It’s midnight,” she said, pulling herself away.

Garan heaved a deep breath and placed a long sensual kiss under her chin, on her neck, before lifting himself off her with a dark face. This made Althea laugh out loud and give him a smooch on the cheeks.

She then went to the array again and couldn’t help but look at it closer, as she did every day.

A pity she still couldn’t figure it out. How magical would it be to have teleportation arrays where she wanted them?

Anyway, she pushed this aside to start the hiring process, and the room was once again lit up with magical powdery holographic-like images of their options.

As expected, the first one wasn’t appealing. A cleaner, which they could easily fill with their local population.

The next one was passable, which was actually a level 9 fighter named Emer. It wasn’t that special, a lot of their guards were already that level—and were all future elementalists to boot.

However, it was so much better than the empty hires of the past.

After choosing this one, a young lad looking around his 20s appeared. He was better-looking than others with good features, rounded eyes, and orange hair.

Emer was a little shocked when the first thing he saw was a beautiful woman there.

However, he felt a glare from the side and he shivered under the man’s strong aura.

Emer immediately pulled himself together and immediately went to him, performing the standard salute. “Milord.”

He said so with a lot of respect. He was intimidated but also admiring. The man’s aura alone was impressive, and he was definitely a strong lord not like most of the others.

“Wrong person.”

???

“It’s me,” the velvety voice of the woman behind him sounded and his eyes widened. He then looked at the man with an impassive expression and then at the beautiful woman who had an amused glint in her eyes.

“M-Milord!”

“No need to bow,” she said. “And just call me Miss Althea. Civilians don’t know of my designation, so don’t call me like that.”

She remembered Oslo and Rowan often slipped back then, though always in beast mobs or other dangerous situations so the noise was enough to drown in. She wondered for how long she’d be so lucky.

She ought to be more careful. Being an elder already put a target on her children’s heads, let alone what could happen if people found out she was the lord.

“Rise, and just treat me as a normal officer in the territory.”

Emer’s orange eyebrows furrowed, conflicted. He had never spoken casually to lords!

“Uhm, do you have a particular task to assign me to, Milor—Miss Althea?”

Althea looked at him in thought, wondering the same thing. There was no real need for him, so he was basically there to add some strength and variety to her already growing forces.

Not to mention, it was late and her husband was getting a little antsy (judged by how the atmosphere got 1 degree colder), so she just decided to give the most basic instructions.

Emer also shivered when he realized the temperature changed around. This wasn’t normal temperature and he felt terrified when he felt the aura of ice emanating from the strongman!

Did he do anything wrong?!