After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World - Chapter 1662

1662: Guardian Village (Part 1) 1662: Guardian Village (Part 1) “A Terran Town, you say?” Lord Baltheo asked, looking at them, specifically at Misha.

She nodded, answering his silent question, but it only earned disbelief and cynicism.

“A Town, yes, just upgraded about a few months ago,” she told them.

“You are already a level 3 village.

Surely, it’s not difficult to believe another territory developed a bit faster?” “No,” Baltheo said.

“I am simply unsure what is needed to upgrade, so I do not think it’s too surprising.

Just…” He paused, looking at Otto.

“Is he a territory hire?” “No.

Guys like him aren’t available at the Town level.” “Then…” “We are not this guy’s slave,” she said, wrapping her soft arms against his strong arm.

“Hmn,” Otto said, looking fondly at the woman.

“I am a mere escort for their team.” Baltheo’s eyebrows rose, and the people next to him looked at each other in surprise.  At this, one of the aborigine hires from behind whispered.

This aborigine was called Quar, a level 14, which was already a very good hire at the Village level.

Like Althea, he was one of the people who managed to secure a good hire early on, partly by luck, but mostly out of decisiveness and the fact that he managed to have enough resources to maintain him.  “Level 40s… is still very rare in a town, Milord,” he said, and Baltheo raised his hand to stop him from speaking.

Of course, he knew this, and he was finding the current setup difficult to absorb.  Very early on, he had asked for as much information as he could from the aborigines, promising them better resources and accommodations in exchange.  He knew that level 30s and 40s were already considered powerhouses in more advanced towns, and it was absolutely not normal to see one in a new town.  “What are great townsfolk doing in our territory, then?” he asked.

“I’m sorry, but it’s a bit difficult to imagine a powerful town going around so far away to offer alliances without reason.” Otto was annoyed his lover was being questioned like this, but she gripped his arm, calming him down.

Misha kept her graceful appearance, which, once again, to Otto’s chagrin, bewitched a few men.  “We… are going around, using the resources to try and consolidate the surviving Terran territories.

The enemies are strong and plenty.

We have to work together, you know?” “Not to take over?

We don’t take kindly to people trying to take over.”  She smiled.

“I assume you’ve been to war against an aborigine territory?” “Yes, once, and it was the bloodiest war we had been through,” he said, and everyone’s expressions also darkened at the memory.

“We assure you we are not like that,” she said.

“Our primary goal is to create alliances- and subsidiaries, depending on its status.

Yours definitely pass as an ally.”  “Don’t you think it’s still arrogant to come here like this?” he asked.

“With a Level 40 no less.” Misha’s smile didn’t fade.

“If you don’t want to hear us out, we can pass you over,” she said.

“I’m sure the rivalring villages would be more accommodating of help.

As of a few days ago, they already are.” “…” Baltheo looked at them for a while, and a tenseful silence passed over the area.  Whatever the Lord decided would set the tone of this deal.

However, a few moments later, the man just sighed.

“Let us meet in the Village Center,” he said, as if giving in, and the group headed up to have a meeting.  “Can you tell us more about your village?

And… more about your backgrounds?” Misha asked.  Some from the other side frowned and wanted to ask more about the Town first-wasn’t it just etiquette-but seeing a level 40 holding her hands made them a lot more cooperative.

“We are soldiers from the Cofrig country.

Most of our base had been transferred to nearby places, while some arrived later on, but a good portion of the guards here are soldiers, and all of us have awakened elements.”  Misha’s eyebrows rose.

Cofrig was a snowy country quite well known for its military prowess.

It was also Foxii’s hometown, and these people could even be colleagues of hers.

“You have been to many wars?”  “A few, and fortunately, we have not yet lost.

Most are against Terran villages, but a month ago, we went against our first aborigine territory war, and even with the many aborigines we hired, our preparation felt lacking.

”  “Milord,” one of the aborigines immediately intervened.

Misha saw that he was genuinely admiring their Lord, which was telling enough.

“You have done very well.

Much better than most.” They were all hard fights that lost hundreds of people, but they managed, gaining subsidiaries and a satellite along the way.

“They were horrible people,” the Lord said.

They also barely won, but they wouldn’t tell that to potential threats, now would they?

They literally held on for the entire 28 hours until the System counted their win.

Those slaves were now in charge of guarding most of the battlements with minimal sleep.  However, they could not truly consider it a ‘win’.

After all, they lost so many citizens and so many brothers.

Misha nodded.

“Hmn.

Except for our first war, the rest of the wars our Town fought were against the Aborigines.

Including the first town war.”  “The first was also the only war where we were the attackers.

So far.”  Technically not a lie.

“And we have yet to exceed a few hundred deaths in all of our wars put together.”  “What?” That was just too unbelievable right?

But if one were to lie, they ought to say something slightly more believable.

However, seeing as none of the Alterrans were flinching, they couldn’t help but want to believe.

Misha saw them softening a bit and continued to push through.

“As you can see we are very capable.

There’s no loss in allying with us.

“We, at least, have this confidence.” …

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