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

”Milord?” Clutch looked at her warily, and Althea crossed her arms as she stared at him.

He was shaking a bit, obviously intimidated.

Her eyebrows furrowed. ”Am I scary?”

”I… no, yes…”

”What?”

”Whatever my Lord says is correct.”

”Just treat me casually. I’ll be angry if people find out about me because of your attitude.”

She said so with faux-sternness. What she didn’t expect was that he would look like he was about to cry the moment she said it.

Her eyes twitched, not dwelling on it anymore. Obviously, the status of the Lord in this world was relatively high, which was mostly a relief.

Another interesting thing was that NPCs seemed to be speaking another language?

However, she could understand it clearly, as if there was an automatic translation in her head.

Of course their way of speaking was a little different, but her brain could just translate it in a way they would easily understand.

She looked at the man who was still looking down, not meeting her eyes.

”Can I ask, my words…are they in your language?”

She knew the question was weird, but she didn’t know how to ask ’Do you understand the language I’m using’ when he obviously could.

Surprisingly, the old man really understood. He shook his head. ”No, your language is strange. Your territory must be far from mine…”

”I see, thank you.” She said after a pause, ”You go to the place I told you about. Good night.”

”T-Thank you, milord.” He said, bowed, and walked out the door, gently shutting it.

Althea couldn’t help but stare at the door, recalling the man’s reaction to the question.

So… everyone—including aborigines —had an automatic translator in their heads?

She shrugged and yawned, sleepy. She’d think about that later on.

…

The mid-morning of the following day, Althea went back to the 2nd floor to summon another NPC.

The only difference was that there was an additional set of couches and coffee tables on the corner, rush ordered from Baron’s team, making them the first citizens to enter the second floor (though not before signing an NDA, just because).

She took out some snacks and milk prepared by Harold.

Yesterday, she wanted to have a chat with the old guy. But she was very pregnant and tired so she passed. This time she made sure of her comfort.

She opened the portals again and took a look at her options.

Unfortunately, she didn’t take the first two. One of which was a level E armor maker and another one didn’t have a skill that… she’d want in her territory.

The woman’s ability was to ’serve’, and judging by her revealing dress and the constant winking and sexy poses of her holographic avatar, it was probably ’that’ type of ’serving’.

The last one was also a woman, but she had a stronger aura and short hair.

[Name: Brenda Walker

Level: D

Abilities: Production of low to mid level weapons

Wage: 15 gold per month, food twice a day inclusive

Confirm? (3/3)]

Finally seeing a decent option, she heaved a sigh of relief and clicked ’Yes’.

A familiar burst of light lit up the room, soon revealing the live-version of the image.

It was a pretty woman with a strong but curvaceous figure. It was just that there was a huge burn scar on the lower side of her face, disfiguring her otherwise pretty face.

The woman bowed, not daring to look at her. ”My Lord.”

She repeated her instructions with Crutch, and the woman looked at her with a similarly baffled expression.

Althea didn’t bother with her reaction anymore and went straight to the point. ”You will be assigned to my weaponry shop.” She told her, ”It’s just that it’s only level one. It won’t affect your level of production, will it?”

The woman raised her head, as if surprised to hear her voice.

”N..No, mil—miss. But working in a weapons shop will increase my productivity.”

”Do you know why?” She asked, curious. Perhaps she could figure out an alternative to these buildings.

”Weaponry stores have production rooms accessible only to the workers and the Lord.

”This working room includes all the tools we need to work well. We also get a special increase in these rooms, increasing our rate of success and efficiency, depending on the level of the building.”

Althea nodded, taking note. It seemed that she would still need to consider adding an armory in the future, though it would really depend on the situation.

”Weaponry stores also have accommodations?”

”Yes, a level 1 store can accommodate up to 2 employees.”

”Do these building buffs apply only NPCs—I mean, people hired like you are?”

The woman seemed a little confused with her question, and Althea realized that this seemed to be a common sense question.

”We lived in a secluded area before; we are unaware of the situation of the continent.” She cleared her throat. ”The term Buffs are used to refer to quality or productivity increase awarded by, say, a building.”

Brenda nodded in understanding. ”As long as the Lord hires someone, regardless of in person or through the village center, they can enjoy the same… buffs.”

She nodded, relieved. ”Where are you from? Do you have family?”

”I live with my father in Glaston Town.”

”Where’s that?”

”It’s a hundred kilometers from the centre of the human Territory.” She said, a bit proud. After all, the closer to the center, the less likely they will be noticed by surrounding races, and thus safer and better developed.

Althea was very interested to hear about the ’outside world’. ”Oh? You seem very proud of your home.”

Brenda touched her nose in embarrassment. ”Well it’s more on the development of the territory.’’ She mentioned the relative safety from the enemy races. ”Our home really did well, and a lot of it had to do with positioning.

”If it was a human territory attacking during the Territory Wars, our territory would likely handle it well.”

This one sentence poured cold water all over Althea’s curious good mood. Her back straightened, eyebrows meeting in befuddlement.

Territorial Wars? Humans attacking?

What was this? What was it this time?!