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

Ferrol Town

Jonathan was indeed very worried.

How long has it been? If Cassandra didn’t send a servant to bring things back to him, it was estimated he’d hunt for her himself, lest her parents pester him for her location.

It would’ve been fine if they were pestering him out of genuine concern, but based on the posts he had been receiving, they were just looking for her to make her do something for them!

Because of this, he was in a very bad place, stuck in the middle of two parties.

He was a lord, for elves’ sake!

The only reason he was even doing this was that he was kind-hearted and he actually liked his cousin. Besides, she sent him a carriage full of good bribes, so his annoyance was somewhat mitigated.

He looked to the side of his room filled with boxes and boxes of the bribes and he smiled.

They seemed to be products from the Terran Mercenary Team, but there was a lot more variety.

He knew very well about the purchase limit of the team (as someone who maximized it every time they sold something), and this was decidedly much larger than that amount.

His hand ended on the bolts of cloth and he admired it, rubbing it between his fingers. It naturally couldn’t compare to the luxury cloths he managed to get as a Town Lord, but these seemed practical and comfortable and, from what he heard, very affordable.

Unless it was handled by a professional seamstress, the attires made from cheap and expensive fabric were minimally different—at least, the gap was not nearly as wide as their prices.

At this time, except for the cheaper varieties, the massive cost of cloth was not proportional to the merits. This would definitely revolutionize the clothing market targeted at commonfolks—which comprised much of the market.

He then looked at the other products, specifically at the jars after jars of sauces. They even came with instructions, to ensure they’d be used to enhance food effectively.

Jonathan turned to the messenger, one of the men who guarded Cassandra during the trip.

”Where did you say these things came from?” He asked, perusing the items again.

”Altera Village, sir. It is about a day of travel from here by carriage.”

”How was it there?”

The person paused, reluctant to speak, and Jonathan’s eyebrows rose. ”You can be honest,” he said, leisurely resting his chin on his knuckles.

The guard thought for a moment and said, ”Very good, milord.”

”How good?” Jonathan continued to push.

”The best place I’ve been to.”

He flinched and so did the guard, immediately regretting his slip-up. Jonathan was no dictator—on the contrary, he was very kind—but which lord would want to hear his subject praise another to the skies?

”What?” He asked, ”Are we talking about a village here?”

The guard nodded slowly.

”Stop being scared,” Jonathan said directly, ”Just tell me more.”

The guard saw that their lord really didn’t seem to mind, he nodded and told him what he saw. ”It is very small, of course, but there are many interesting things. The miss had yet to explore everything until now, and there are also many novel products. They… are fascinating and innovative.”

Jonathan nodded. He ought to visit that cousin of his to ’check up’ on her, naturally as a concerned cousin.

”Does this place have something to do with our Terran Mercenary Team?”

The Messenger nodded. ”Yes sir, that is their home base.” He paused, ”The land they have here is bigger though, milord.”

”However, I did hear they’re treating Ferrol as… their branch.”

”Ferrol is just a branch to them now?”

He chuckled and the Messenger felt a little scared.

”I want to visit them now!”

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Terran Mercenary Team Ferrol Branch

At this time, a batch of Terrans had just returned from a hunting session outside.

This included the copper-skinned uncle-nephew pair, who couldn’t help but look around at the well-developed base, even if they had been there for over a day.

Of course, this had a lot to do with them being dead tired when they arrived, but seeing it now in a leisurely pace felt different.

The facilities were relatively complete and the training grounds were amazing. There were even gardens with gazebos, and they had a feeling they knew who it was built for.

It had to be said: That couple was really not normal.

The Terran Mercenary Team also made a business by converting this branch in Ferrol not just to be a branch of the team, but of the entire Altera territory.

They created more dormitories for Alteran citizens who wished to train and/or visit a town. They also had a civilian caravan with them, selling things along with the team.

The civilians only needed to be concessionaires in the Terran Mercenary Team shop, for a very affordable price.

So far, it looked to be quite profitable for all parties, and they could see this system becoming bigger and bigger in the future. For one, this first batch of merchants had gotten very rich.

They had also received a lot of questions about the source, obviously appreciating the products the more they used them.

The Alterans were asked to just go with the flow regarding this, so they had always been honest when asked, telling the approximate direction and distance of Altera by the way. This would lead more rich aborigines to their village and maybe invite strong ones to settle.

There were also plenty of advantages to Ferrol, despite the risk of competition.

If Altera rose and more and more people traveled to it, Ferrol Town, as the nearest town, would also get boosted.

In turn, it was estimated that the Ferrol economy would also boost. Combined with the friendly relations between the administrations of both, Ferrol Town could develop into one of their backers.

This was something for the future. At this time, a certain uncle-nephew duo was just admiring the amenities.

”To think they built something like this in a couple of months all by themselves…” Hugo said, absent-mindedly touching a shrub. It was trimmed and maintained.

His nephew agreed very much. ”They’re really something else, especially Ms. Althea’s husband.”

”She naturally deserved the best,” Hugo said, looking melancholic. Helios pursed his lips, feeling sad for his uncle.

”We have a longer life here, uncle, you’ll find your soul mate.”

Hugo’s eyes twitched. ”Stop spouting nonsense.”

Helios sighed and didn’t hear him, ”It’s so sad. You were finally moved after reaching that ripe age of yours, but she turned out to be happily married with cute children.”

Helios paused at the image of the twins, still wondering if he was more Team Spice or Team Munchkin. Both babies have their special charm, so he decided to be part of both fangroups.

”Ah, such cute, angelic, children—”

He was unable to continue because his uncle dragged him to the sparring arena for some ’training’. Half an hour later, the younger one was lying on the floor, beat up and panting.

However, Helios was naturally not reconciled. He glared at his uncle who was coolly walking away. ”Stop venting on me!” He yelled.

”At least I got laid!”

Hugo’s jaw clenched as he turned to his idiot nephew. ”You got raped! That is nothing to be proud of!”

”It’s not rape if it’s by a beautiful woman!” he retorted with passion. ”Even if her level was higher, I’m still a man with fighting experience! I could’ve fought that if I wanted to!”

Hugo shook his head, knowing there was no talking sense with this guy.

Helios though stayed on the ground and stared at the clear bright skies, thinking of that fateful night a few days ago.