After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World - Chapter 900

Chapter 900: State of Iron Mountains (Part 1)
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Now that the Limestone Valley War was over, the next war would be at least 14 days away—not unless one of the three territories decided to be the attacker, which was highly unlikely.

As such, all three territories could focus on themselves again, their productions, lifestyles, safety, and the like.

One day, Iron Mountain also received visitors, though in a non-aggressive fashion for a change.

It was Hoye, from the Asusa Mercenary Team based in Ferrol Town, and Lowell from the Mighty Bears Mercenary Team. They were staring at the well-lit territory at a distance, feeling a bit complicated.

After two weeks of the heatwave, a lot of people couldn’t handle the heat and the challenges anymore. A lot of the nobles also demanded the mercenary teams to find solutions for a good price.

It so happened that both Hoye and Lowell went to Jonathan at around the same time. They were ordered by different people to check on the lord after hearing that he seemed to be much more comfortable than the rest of them.

They then found out about a new material—the insulating material—as early as the time they entered his home.

They were both very high-leveled fighters and the heat wave wouldn’t kill them, but it sure was incredibly hot and irritating. When they entered Jonathan’s home, it felt like they were met with a cool breeze.

They had never encountered such a thing before and they understood the rumors were valid.

They offered a high price for the information. First of all, they were shocked to find out Guia Village—which had been the strongest level 3 village in their region—was taken over by an unknown territory. Second, something so innovative and important was developed in a village!

Anyway, now they were here. As they approached the walls, they noticed the various lights and activity in the territory. It was unlike the other territories they had encountered at this time, especially among weak villages.

In every other village, people would be weak at night, either looking for food or fighting against beasts. In either case, people were just trying to survive—and barely doing so.

In contrast, this place…, except for a little weakness, they were much better off than others.

How did they do it?

Was it just because of those insulation materials?

Anyway, after paying an unusually low entrance fee, the two groups headed towards the administrative buildings, already thinking of how to get the most out of the deal.

“Do you think they still have something to sell?” Lowell asked, somewhat cynical. It had been so long, who knew if they still had the product?

“This is just a satellite, I heard. If this place is unproductive, we’re heading to meet the steward.”

As they traversed the territory, they realized just how much had changed. Both of them had been here only a few months ago and, frankly, they were startled by how different it was.

For one, the atmosphere felt… fresher? Which was odd because they were still in the heat wave.

There were slightly wider streets than before, and there were a lot more parks.

From this, they could tell that the administration was no soft gouji fruit, and they would definitely be up for a challenge if they wanted to maximize their trip.

When they arrived though, they did not expect the steward to be someone they knew.

“G-Gill?” Hoye exclaimed, blinking as he looked at him. The last time they met was just before Guia’s goblin war. Lowell was even more surprised. After all, he really didn’t put the group in their eyes at all.

“You!” he yelled. In Lowell’s case, the last time he saw Gill and his team was after the goblin war, where they had sensed some tension between them and the then-lord Baltimore.

He didn’t care about them anymore after that though and hadn’t been updated with the on-goings in this area, even if it was not far away from them.

Interestingly, a battle had actually happened and Baltimore actually perished! Who’d have thought!

Gill looked at their reaction with a blank expression, as always.

He naturally still remembered them as well. The former was Bart’s friend who helped them get information about the fog back then. On the other hand, the latter was one of the mercenaries trapped in Guia back in the Goblin war.

Anyway, he simply nodded at them with what he considered to be a polite greeting.

Fortunately, there were the more diplomatic members Silvia and her brother Reno with him.

Silvia smiled politely, while it was Reno who stepped forward because they knew aborigines intrinsically looked down on women. “Welcome to our territory, Iron Mountain.”

“I have to say, I’m… a little surprised,” Hoye said, looking around the simple but well-decorated room. Lowell was silent and watching everything sharply.

They were then offered juice and water, some in glass and some in bottles, and they were surprised at the generosity. They didn’t hold back and took their own glasses, though they didn’t dare gulp everything down at once.

“Delicious…” the men said, sipping on their respective drinks bit by bit to prolong it.

This calmed them down and gave them a good impression of this group.

“How may I help our guests?” The beautiful Silvia said with a welcoming smile. Now that they were softened up, she decided to speak.

A few members of the opposing teams couldn’t help but look at the beauty, but their sights were blocked by a certain redhead, who didn’t speak much but had a sharp stare.

He was a bit lower in level to them, but it didn’t mean he wasn’t intimidating.

Hoye ignored his men and looked at the woman. Although he was a little startled that a woman dared speak over the other two men, he could judge by their body language that she was the one to speak with.

Hoye was a good mercenary, and he could adjust accordingly.

And this would definitely be an added point on his side during the discussions, so he could only thank the heavens for his open-mindedness.