After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World - Chapter 1643

1643: Wazan 1643: Wazan The vibrant townscape made their hearts flutter with excitement.

They also encountered some of their people here, and some of them were already freaking drunk!

For example, a few hours before dusk, Lord Crispin’s group passed by Nightlife Street.

It was apparently a good time to visit, as the traffic of people would arrive as soon as dusk arrived.

By then, they’d struggle to pass through properly just by the sheer number of people there.

Crunk, his nephew, was already there with several party members.

They were already inebriated.

How long had it been since they parted ways?!

“Uncccleee!

I lovvveee this placeeee.

I already filled up my space with booozzzeee.

Drink with meee, Uncle!” “Milord!

Milooorddd!

This is amazinggg.

Please tell us you made good deals!” Ignoring those fools, the Lord continued with his trip.

Similarly, their guide retained her professionalism and was definitely used to all the stupidity.

Interestingly, they crossed paths with Lord Hodai, who had taken the Foodie Hospitality Team’s package and went on an eating spree.

Crispin’s eyebrows rose when he saw the other Lord trudging, probably from a full stomach.

That said, their bodies’ metabolic rate at their level was not low, so he’d definitely be ready to eat more after a walk.

The next part of the walk, one to the mountainous parks and viewing decks, seems to have an intersection, so they decided to travel together in the end.

The two groups melshed and started chatting about what they had seen and their commentaries.

Some parts of the territory, the other group hadn’t been to, so they were each looking forward to seeing more.

They continued to look around and saw the atmosphere around the citizens.

They were happy and relaxed, but at the same time, one could tell their levels were consolidated.

They were so well-balanced that one could only envy.

The ratio of aborigines was large, and each of them had a smile on their face.

At the same time, they were acting like equals with others, and even the strong mercenaries-those around level 30-acted like normal people, even when they were interacting with weak level 10s.  There were also groups of goblins lounging around, playing, and laughing.

There was even a pair of half-orcs holding hands along the parks, occasionally stopping to return a few greetings they received along the way, like it was the most normal thing.

It was amazing.

They would still need a few decades to become a Town, but knowing that this was all created by a fellow Terran made them feel hopeful-made them feel it wasn’t impossible for their own territories to accomplish the same.

This hope was enough to fire up the Lord and their people, to increase their standards and improve their own territories.

In time, this would ultimately improve the lives of the people under them to a degree that had once been unimaginable to them.

This was something for later, of course.  Right now, they just remembered the time when they had just Migrated.

The memories of how difficult it was to pass through day by day while keeping all of one’s limbs were still clear in their minds.

Their goal was really just to survive.

In contrast, while they were focused on that, there was someone else who made all this- created a world where even the high-level locals would flock to.

Alterra had become so rich and stable that its hands reached far away from its own lands.

This showed they didn’t have to be limited to surviving.

They could thrive, and even more so than the territories that had been here for years.

The Lords found themselves in deep thought as they reached the Viewing Deck, looking over the part of Town visible from there.

Anywhere they looked, they felt a sense of awe that made their eyes a little warm.

At some point, though, when dusk arrived and cold winds slapped their faces, a realization similarly struck them.

“Hey.” “What?” “Don’t you think Alterra is too good?” “Yeah, so?” “How many of the people who went with us are gonna come back?” “…” “…” Damnit!

… Ferrol Town  While happy alliances were forming in Alterra, a certain menacing group was standing outside the Post Office of Ferrol Town.

They got a few looks standing there as their levels were above average at 30-plus each, but people just shrugged and went about their business.

Anyway, with the type of territory Ferrol was, passing powerhouses was not an uncommon sight.

The group didn’t do small talk and just stood there with either a neutral expression or an impatient one, the latter making weak people passing by shiver in fear.

They were waiting for someone who was now in the Post Office.

The person entered while the other people who went around the Town also congregated to where he was.

They made a cluster in the plaza, and there was a bit of a clearing forming around them.

Wazan looked at his men.

“What have you gathered so far?” He asked, while they waited for their companions, the others naturally made a preliminary investigation.

The primary question was: Was the Ferrol Lord still alive and sane?

If he was, how could that damn queer ignore them for so long?!

It had been more than a few weeks since they were sent on the mission, and this place had delayed it.

They sent a letter to Jonathan to start a mission in the Mercenary Hall so they could hasten their travels from Valov.

They didn’t go out while they waited because it’d be a waste of effort if he suddenly replied, right?

There were also no towns between Valov and Ferrol that had a Mercenary Hall either.

Well, after waiting for more than a week, Jonathan never replied.

At the same time, there was a rise of some mysterious powder that shifted the attention of the higher-ups so the Eastern mission didn’t become particularly urgent.

When they heard that the source seemed to be somewhere thousands of kilometers Northeast, they also remembered to check on Guia by the way.

The travel took nearly a week on foot, which could’ve been a few moments had that bastard posted the Mercenary Mission they asked for.

They were here in the Post Office to report that they had arrived.

Their instruction was to wait for a response, so here they were, waiting for a few hours.

Whenever the Valov Lord really needed some investigation but also needed some strength, chances were: he’d send Wazan.

Wazan was a Level 37 man who was one of the main powerhouses of Valov, especially among those below the level cap, and could therefore join the wars.

Better, he was an elementalist himself, so even if he was within the level cap, his force value was definitely way beyond it.  At his words, the others sent to check on Jonathan’s state nodded, with an annoyed look on their faces.

“Hm, he’s alive and well.” Wazan sneered.

“Then…it is time to visit that queer.”  … At this time, Jonathan was staring at the Lord Panel.

Like every other Lord, he rarely looked at the panel except, perhaps, once a week or so.

After all, there were just too many people in their territory and too many things to bother with rather than stare at their population list all day.

Today though he decided to check and arrange according to level because he was wondering about their average levels now.

So far, he had a few hundred people in the Level 30s, a few dozen level 40s, and a few elders beyond that.

However, those elders were more than a hundred years old already and were quite weakened by age and simply focused on gathering aether slowly to maintain their lives.  Level 50s lifespan was around 150 to 200 years after all, and it meant they were also at the last stages of life.

Their usual movements were just to send their younger generations to buy some aether crystals in hopes of leveling up somehow.

This weekly checking was also his way of monitoring if these elders were still alive.

However, there was something unexpected in this batch.

He paused when he saw someone below Level 40 attached to a familiar name.

Immediately, some distant memories passed by his head.

It was many years ago, nearly two decades back.

He had just taken over the Lordship after his father’s death.

He was young, naive, and a bit idealistic.

At the time, he had a lover.

His name was Adreen, a young lad about 5 years his junior.

They hid it even until the death of his father, who had to die in regret of not seeing a grandchild.

They were already a Level 3 Town then and they were the most powerful in the region, extremely influential because of their many events.

Naively, he thought there wasn’t anyone going to make trouble with him, and he just focused on maintaining the territory his father and ancestors built.

He couldn’t be even more wrong, and he realized very early on that naivety…was deadly.