After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World - Chapter 1641

1641: The Lords Roaming (Part 1) 1641: The Lords Roaming (Part 1) A/N: I am back safe and sound from our authors’ trip btw!

I enjoyed it and was inspired for a few stockpile chaps lmao.  Now that I landed in my home country, I just hope all these earthquakes stop soon.

Sighhhh … ___ The elders watched as the Lords left the Center, no doubt to look around the territory.

Garan looked at Ryo.

“Good job.

Your contribution points will be credited to you and your team.” Mathilda looked at Ryo and the rest of them.

“Congratulations.

However, we also have to consider that we were lucky this time.

Eventually, you’d encounter territories that we wouldn’t want to partner with.” “Will they still be our scope, or will it be the Terran Recovery Team’s?” “Good question.” Mathilda said, and the others also paused in thought.  Indeed.

If the Lord were evil, they would not only pass on any alliances with them, but this also meant there would be innocents being victimized in their territory.

In that case, the nosy, er, caring Alterrans might have to do some rescue work.

Such a conflict would not be fit for the diplomacy teams, and their skill sets would also vary.

At this, Mathilda could only sigh.

“We’ll cross that bridge when we get there.” Doing these wasn’t integral to Alterra’s survival, but it could strengthen it in the long term, not to mention potentially rescuing families of their loyalists.  Wise people said that those in power must do things for the greater good, at least not without having to sacrifice their own basic rights.  This was why, despite their actions being seen as too overbearing, they’d do it as much as they could.

They were just…human, after all.

And this meant they could be selfish and want to guard their own interests.

And there was nothing wrong with that.

… While the Elders continued with their meetings, the new allied Lords had finally begun to look around.

The Lords and their cronies looked at the lively plaza adjacent to the Center.

It was filled with people, chatter, and activity.  Judging by the time, it was in the middle of the work day, but the place was still bustling.

Many of these people, interestingly, seemed like they were hunters carrying their equipment (and some carrying loot).

Hunters, if they had a good place to call a ‘base’, then they would be this world’s equivalent of rich freelancers.

In other territories, going out was such a risk, and the rewards might not be proportional to the cost.

At the same time, it was necessary to a degree, lest monsters pile up so much that they wouldn’t be able to handle the mobs.  In Alterra, although there were plenty of dangers, the safety factor was high.

People even seemed to be looking forward to the tasks.

After several months, the ‘hunting’ job came to be perceived as a mildly risky job, but with better pay and flexible time in and time out.

Look at them now, after selling their products to butchers, tanners, and the like, they were now lounging around parks and stores with barbeques and drinks on hand.

In terms of money and EXP, they were quite comfortable.

In the other Lords’ territories, which were better than average, there were also many hunters.

However, the atmosphere around them was tiring.

They were prideful, yes, and their status was quite high.

However, having to risk one’s life outside every day could definitely take a toll on a person-no matter how courageous they were.  Once again, the contrast was real.

The Lords also went around to look at the various buildings around the plaza.

Some were familiar, but mostly they were not.

There seemed to be a lot of information to take in, and they were a bit overwhelmed.

Fortunately- “Lords!” A few people with wide smiles approached them.

They realized they had been waiting for them to emerge from the Center.

“Do you need guides?” They were wearing some sort of uniform, reminiscent of the khaki clothing those safari guides wore.

They looked comfortable enough, but also characteristic and recognizable.

Well, some people wore this color, while others wore a different style with bright yellow fabric, and another group was wearing red.

It took them a moment, but they realized they were from different, rival Guide/Tourist companies.

They all had embroidered pins of their respective company logos stitched to their chest pockets.

It was quite interesting.

“Our Glorious Hospitality Team could help you find your way around our precious territory!

We’ve been here for the longest-you can trust us the most!” “Our Worldwide Hospitality Team will provide you with the best deals!

We have the perfect mix of aborigine and Terran guides, making sure to capture the guests’ needs best!” “Our Foodgasm Hospitality Team has the BEST deals for food-related tours!

Our bosses own restaurants!

We also have a LOT of freebies!

You will even be updated of the latest food innovations!” And so on.  They were quite passionate.

If the Lords thought that exploring such a big place was overwhelming, being surrounded by all this eager energy was similarly so.  They hired some in the end, of course, and to keep the peace, each Lord chose a different company.

Lord Menarco’s group chose the one with the pretty lady because who would prefer boring men over pretty ladies for company?

Of course, this was mostly innocuous.

Mostly.

The tour started peacefully, with the cute lady-her name was Lulu-passionately telling them about the buildings they passed through.

It was just that, at some point, one of their people, Trev- a capable but arrogant bloke who had been popular with women- started flirting with her.

She ignored him tactfully at the beginning, even showing off her wedding ring, casually mentioning her husband, Bull (who was currently out in a caravan) and that she even has a baby back home.  She subtly shifted the topic when she could, and walked away slowly from the guy.

It was just that the guy was a bit of a narcissist and couldn’t get the hint, however.

In his experience, married women were no less ‘hungry’ than single ones.

Lulu’s eyes twitched when she saw her hints had yet to enter that thick, thick skull.

Can she punch him?  She’d just blame it on post-partum depression or something!!

CREATORS’ THOUGHTS NispedanaSan Still thinking whether Trev’s gonna be a problem, but so far he’s just a playboy arrogant musclehead with a good uncle