After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World - Chapter 909

Chapter 909: Asking for Help (Part 2)
“There are so many trees, and resources.” They said. Even in the middle of the road, there’s a line of trees.

In most territories, only a few types of trees remained alive, and not all of them could be eaten.

Here, not only were there a lot of trees, but some of them looked a bit healthier with more leaves. This area was unlikely to be a system farm, so… how did they do it? How did they keep all these plants so healthy?

“The trees outside are dried up, but the ones inside are thriving,” one of the salespeople said, just before he proceeded to sell them his product, which was skewered meat with vegetables. “Of course, they still couldn’t be compared to the status of the farms.”

“…”

Each of them bought a few sticks and looked at him. “Can you tell us more?”

They couldn’t help but eat what they bought though, and someone almost lost their footing at the deliciousness.

The salesperson smiled and explained a few things.

Alterra’s farms were never a secret. On the contrary, it was one of the major factors behind its many great deals. They could be seen from the Viewing deck, anyway.

And…, perhaps more prominently, food was a basic need of human beings. They didn’t want to be too stingy when it came to its supply.

It was why many common citizens knew a lot about it, well enough that they could give foreigners some basic information.

“Our territory promoted drought-resistant plants, and most of the system farms planted those types,” he said, handing a few sticks to another patron. “They’re doing quite well, so the food prices didn’t hike up too much.”

“Is… is there a way to see?”

“Yes. Although it’s a bit dark…” he pointed at the mountains. “We have a view deck there. You can see much of the farms in that direction.”

They followed directions and traversed the territory, not looking as closely around them anymore (for now), just intent on climbing up the trekking path.

Food was too necessary. Their tour could wait until later.

They arrived at the beautiful view deck a while later and they headed straight to the railings.

It was night but the light from the torches and the lighthouse allowed them to see much of the place.

Their eyes dilated at the sight. The farms were like a sea of dense plants, and it made their hearts beat.

Although the farms were a little monotonous due to the limitation of plants that could thrive in this weather, it was still a gorgeous sight that injected every one of them with excitement.

One of the things they knew, especially with comparison to those outside the walls, was that the plants within seemed healthier, more alive.

It wasn’t obvious in the previous years because the regeneration rate was still existent even in droughts. They simply couldn’t forage when the sky was up.

Now, it dropped significantly through the weeks, and territories only had the sparse forests within the walls as the source of food and water that wouldn’t kill them back.

Even the beasts that they could kill, even counting the carcasses they managed to recover, still wouldn’t be enough to feed thousands of people.

Hence, in Shrao, a rotation system had been implemented, wherein only certain batches of people every day would get the priority to get fed. Of course, those who actually fought the mobs would have a lot more slots than those who were just weakly laying around.

It had been weeks since that had begun and they had gotten used to the hunger.

Apparently, that wasn’t a problem in Alterra—it never was. It not only had a lower population than other level 3s, but it also had such a huge percentage of forestry.

And now… they found out they had such rich farms.

No wonder no one was hungry!

…

It took time for them to calm down, going down the path and admiring the place. They just stood there blankly for a while, absorbing the sight and its implications.

In fact, if they didn’t have an entire territory straddled at their backs, they’d have stared at it for a few more hours.

They walked down, intending on going to the leading party when they were attracted by the attractive scent of flavorful food. They turned to see a queue, and they were heading to one of the most famous restaurants there, the Gaea Restaurant.

As if they hadn’t eaten a lot of snacks earlier, their stomachs grumbled.

“We should eat,” one said.

“But… the mission,” said another.

“If the leading party decided to be petty and kick us out, we might not be able to taste anymore.”

“…”

“…”

Afraid of what they’d miss if they get blacklisted, they decided to try their first Alterran restaurant. It was fully booked and there was a short queue on the outside, but service was fast so they didn’t have to wait too long until it was their turn.

While they were waiting, they were also given the menu so their orders could be prepared while they were in line.

The thick and stiff papyrus was an interesting item, then they saw the uniform text and drawings in each one. The paintings were also well done, and it successfully teased their stomachs until their insides were rolling over just imagining their taste.

After some minutes, it was finally their turn and they had to gulp down their excitement, barely managing to retain some class as they walked inside.

They entered with high expectations. However, they were met with such unique designs and interiors, partnered with the explosive scent of the food served, and they knew they still underestimated this place.

However, as they headed toward their assigned seatings, they saw some familiar faces who were also eating their hearts out.

Shiro’s feet halted and so did the others, and they stared at the men in disbelief.

These were… the scouts he sent to study Alterra.

It seemed that they disappeared from his roster because… they switched residencies.

The ravenous men seemed to have felt stares on them and turned their heads, freezing immediately at the sight of them.

“…”

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