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

[26 days of Protection Period]

Althea turned her head in a direction as if in a daze.

Her pretty eyebrows furrowed and her green eyes—reminiscent of the vibrant forest she was facing—focused blankly in space, as if looking for something that could not be seen.

Harold, who was asking the workers to move the sofa a little to the left, noticed Althea’s blank stare outside the window.

He blinked and turned to see what she was looking at: Nothing.

”Boss?”

Althea flinched and turned her head back to their Chef, and to the interior of the house.

”It’s nothing.” She just said, looking at the status of the fit-out works, turning her attention back to the rooms that were slowly being refurbished.

A lot of the smaller furniture was already built off-site (Baron’s Residential workshop) and we’re just moved by some manpower.

For example the side tables, the dining chairs,and the coffee table were already in place. There were also baby and child related furniture like the stair fence, the cribs, and the high chairs.

On the other hand, the few varieties that could not fit through the door were assembled on site, like the sofas, her queen size bed, and the bunk beds.

There were also rocking chairs, just because.

What was interesting was the amount of detail they placed. Each furniture had an overarching theme, which made everything fit together visually.

In their home, Baron placed the cloud and plants motifs. Each leg and siding would have these carvings, and they were quite detailed.

It was amazing because it had only been a few days.

Anyway, because they were his benefactors and neighbours who paid well, Baron placed them on the priority list of production. Still with customization bonuses like the motifs.

Baron had already mobilized his whole team and hired a lot of hands to quickly meet their requirements.

Of course, he never failed to visit every few hours to personally check on the progress… without missing a short chat with Sheila, of course.

Speaking of, he seemed to have entered before Althea entered a daze. She turned to see that he was still there, low-key flirting with Sheila, who was obviously been very oblivious to his advances.

For instance, Baron would say, ”They say that the sunset here is particularly beautiful because of the two moons. How lovely would it be to watch with someone.”

”Oh, that’s nice.” Sheila would say, eyes on the furniture, making sure there was no mistake.

”You are very beautiful.”

”Eh? Oh, thanks.”

Althea smiled and shook her head as she resumed watching the people working. At this rate, the sofa and the beds would be completed by noon. If they worked overtime, they could even finish some other furniture.

She extended her dainty arms to touch the surface of the upholsteries. Baron’s team had somehow managed to get an expert tanner to handle monster hide and turn it into leather and cloth. As for the innards of the cushions, they used feathers and furs of avian monsters.

Each of the beds, sofas, and chairs would have these and it could be said to be very comfortable, at least compared to how they have been sleeping before.

Cotton was unfortunately out of their league for now, but Althea felt she should be able to find a way.

The thought of a well-furnished home excited her very much. If they managed to turn the multitude of hemp-like plants inside and outside the territory, they should also be able to produce cloth as well.

There was plenty of work to be done, but she wasn’t panicking. She could tell everything was on track.

Anyway, before Baron left (depressed due to being unable to secure a date), he promised to complete the job the next day. He still had a lot of jobs with them alone, after all.

For instance, next in line to the house would be her Grocery store, then Sheila’s clinic, and finally Harold’s restaurant.

Although there was a green-tagged chef Cooke as a competitor, the market was huge and she had the advantage of knowing local ingredients.

Not to mention, the said chef had yet to develop his commercial unit, despite being able to afford it.

Why? Obviously because of the lack of materials and ingredients.

Raw ingredients and material fabrication was the major market she hoped to develop the most.

No matter what specialization, these would be the first line of requirements, and was a very good way to make stable money.

Walking to the verandah, Althea looked at the farm. They had also ordered a ton of fences to separate the plants, trellises for the crawling plants, and there was even a cute swing for the children.

Even at this early stage, one could already see the future loveliness of their villa.

Taking back her line of thought to the plants, she decided that for now, she would be testing the plants (local and Terran) within her walls.

There was only the problem of labor, however.

She turned her head and looked at Harold, who was still nitpicking about the furniture. Other than being a supervisor, he seemed to be a little idle now that his restaurant wasn’t opened yet.

”Harold.” She called, just as he discussed to the foreman what he wanted for his restaurant.

”Yes, boss!”

”You realize you can’t serve anything in your restaurant without ingredients right?”

”...” Harold was silent, not sure about the sudden question, but nodded in the end.

Althea then smiled and took out several plants and seeds. They were all nearly arranged and marked accordingly. There were even color codes to determine which was indigenous versus which one were Terran.

Harold admired the boss’ over compulsiveness, but otherwise he had no idea what to do.

”Okay, boss?” He asked, waiting for instructions.

Althea smiled, very beautifully. ”Plant this for me.”

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CHARACTER INTERACTION CORNER

Harold: I remember when I was a kid… I used to like picking plants a lot.

I used to turn them into beards or moustaches, making me feel manly and stuff.

Althea: That’s perfect! *hands over seeds*

Harold: …