After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World - Chapter 829

Chapter 829: The Other Golds
While the Moneygrubber Golds were having a blast, there was FightingManiac Obi’s side, whose focus was to strengthen his underdog of a team.

At this time, he was giving the new weapons to the level 20s in his team. At first, they wondered what it was until he demoed its use. In particular, how many arrows he shot within a short span of time.

His team brightened at the gifts, and they were also touched by his considerations. Even when going on a vacation, he still remembered them!

Anyway, the group hurried and took their weapons, trying it out. It was amazing. They could shoot many times more in the same amount of time!

“Wow! This is amazing! Thank you, Captain!” This was Leez, one of the newer recruits, and a relatively androgynous young lad.

He had just passed level 20, though he was fairly young—only 22—so his potential was really pretty good. He was also an earth elementalist, which was really lucky for him.

Generally, everyone with the disposition to become an elementalist would be trained by the territory and obligated to serve it for a few decades under oath.

After basic training, they would be distributed to various guard teams or whatever place the Lord deemed them useful. His underdog team was unlikely to get an elementalist, but Obi had requested a few many times and made a scene for the unfairness.

He may or may not have loudly said a few jabs about the bias of the ‘higher ups’, which wasn’t appreciated. If he wasn’t a Gold, he’d definitely have been punished.

For context, the head of the Bleuelle Military was Morgen Trion, the heir to the Trion family. One could imagine what he had been doing, trying to keep Obi from climbing up the ladder.

Not that Obi minded, not really. He wasn’t for the politics of that place, anyway.

It so happened Leez was too scrawny and ‘weak’,so he was sent to Obi’s team to shut him up instead.

Anyway, the lad practiced the weapon a few times. He was an archer so he had talent, perfecting his accuracy after a couple of times. “Amazing! How many shots did I do every few seconds?” he yelled, grabbing the guy next to him in his glee.

Aforementioned guy—a curly brunette with mustache—made a sour face and pushed him off. “Damn man! Go bathe! So smelly! Cough!”

“I just did!” Leez gasped. “Not my fault I sweat a lot more lately!”

Tener, another recruit, laughed out loud. “Hey, to be fair, our soft boy Leez smells a lot less than everyone else. Everyone stinks lately.”

Dejel rolled his eyes and just looked at the captain, getting to business. “These really are pretty good for our level, captain. It would be even better if it would have a higher level so we can deal with stronger enemies.”

Obi looked at him. “I heard the origin territory is working on that, but it’d take a while,” he said. “For now, I bought the latest model, which I assume would be useful for the next ranking exams.”

“Yes, it will!” Dejel said, looking quite sure. “They’ve been trying to take away our resources. You showed them we can do well without them”

The younger man looked at the weapon in his hand. “I’m sure some of the weapons makers in the City would be interested in mimicking this design though,” he said, immediately looking worried.

“I mean…,” he lifted his head and looked at the rest of their 20-member team who was trying the new crossbow. “It might happen either way.”

Obi shrugged. He knew that the weapon would eventually land in someone else’s hands—-specifically, someone with resources to attempt to study its design. However, Alterra didn’t seem to mind—it was inevitable anyway.

What the Alterrans did say was that it’d be difficult to copy the design perfectly. Even if they did manage to do so, a good portion of the earnings would still go to Alterra by virtue of the patent.

“Ah, other than weapons, I have something else to give you guys,” he said, getting the servants to take the 20 wooden boxes that’d take a portion of their spaces.

Everyone immediately stopped what they were doing to see.

“This is what we call Emergency box,” he said, getting a servant to open one, with the guards looking at the contents curiously. They didn’t recognize most of them though, so they could only look at the captain in confusion.

“What are these, Captain?”

“Emergency supplies,” he said. “I’m not including the healing potions which you already have in your space. Rather, these are food you can keep indefinitely.”

These were non-perishable foods to keep in their space. There were several packets of instant noodles, jerkies, packets of biscuits, dried fruits, nuts, and the like.

“This is for emergency long travels,” he said. I don’t have much, so don’t eat them while in the City, those are emergency food!”

“Yes, Captain!”

“Now, go back to work!”

“Yes, Captain!” they said in synchronicity, scurrying back to training, but with renewed energy and motivation. After all, not all captains were as kind as he was.

Obi was quite proud of this.

See, this is how it should be, with him being treated as a respectable leader. At home, he was still treated as a kid!

He couldn’t help but remember the beating he got from his older brother.

Who could blame him? After all, they did leave his son in a strange village.

However, they did explain the kid was definitely living a good life there.

In fact, Obi was even envious! Not that Orion really listened. No matter what, they were definitely still punished for not noticing the stowaway early enough, and then leaving him in a place so far from home!

Obi could still feel the electric current run down his spine—literally.

Shiver

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Inside an office in one of the most premier buildings in Bleulle, a certain Orion was writing on his new paper. He wrote and wrote and wrote, but his pen stopped midway.

There was a pause and nothing moved for a moment until Orion sighed, putting down his pen.

He took out a letter from his space, made from Alterran paper and writing tools. The penmanship wasn’t perfect, but definitely very good for a young boy—not that he ever had the chance to compliment it in front of him.

This was Honda’s letter to him, given by his siblings when they got home.

He and Hilda often exchanged holding it, and they’d read it from time to time as they thought of the boy.

He didn’t look like it, but he would think of his son from time to time.

Dear Father, Mother, Grandfather, and Grandmother,

I hope this letter finds you well. I wanted to let you know that I am safe and sound here in Alterra Village. I’m exploring new places, meeting new friends, but I am making sure I have not disregarded my studies or my growth.

I apologize for running away, but I assure you it will be for the best. I will make sure of it!

Thank you for everything, and please do not worry about me. I am taking good care of myself. When I return, I will be the son you’ll be proud of!

Yours,

Honda Wilhem Gold

Sigh.

The note was quite energetic and had a lively tone. It was very unlike the well-behaved son that he knew.

The fact that he couldn’t imagine the child being all bubbly as his siblings had described was very telling, and he couldn’t help but feel a little sad.

“Missing your son?”

He raised his head to see his parents, who were standing by the door. They often visited him in the office every few days, and it seemed like today was one of those days.

He rubbed his forehead. “He has never been so far from us,” was all he said, though not denying Gaia’s guess.

At this, all three of them sighed. Even when all three siblings swore the kid was in good hands—along with Oslo and even Silva there to guard him—as parents, they would forever worry about the younger generation.

In fact, Hilda sobbed the entire night and was only presentable now due to Olga’s products.

But at the same time, when the siblings told them of the wanders—which made them cynical but also curious—of that territory, their hearts settled just a bit.

Besides, they were correct. Honda was being smothered here, and it would be good for his growth to part with them.

They could only hope that the village was as good as the children swore it to be.