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

Garan had already made a mental list of the things to buy for his wife.

Because he couldn’t do anything productive to get closer to her, doing all these over-compulsive preparations made his soul calm down, giving him the necessary stability to function decently despite the impatience.

He heard the cloth from Cloth City was the best. It was the most beautiful and the most colorful. He made a mental note to order several bolts of different colors.

He also decided to buy cloth from the two other cities, especially one from Kilpo, in case the so-called extreme weather veered towards the extreme cold.

He would also buy a lot of commoner cloth from Makita City, which seemed closer to linen than any others and would be good to make Althea’s everyday clothing.

He also needed to find good seamstresses to make the clothing for her. Anyway, Garan was very aware of her size. He made a mental note to ask for different sizes though, as he didn’t know if Althea had lost or gained weight during their time apart—hopefully the latter.

Fabric—or the creation of actual clothing—was in no way inexpensive. On average, decent clothing costs a couple of gold per set.

However, Garan knew both services were not easily accessible to villages. Althea would definitely have trouble finding a change of clothing from wherever she was.

(At the back of his head, he also wondered where to hire someone to wash clothes for her.)

Other than clothing, there were shoes. The products of the best tanner in town was also quite expensive, but he still made a note to order her enough boots and shoes. He would also ask the tanner to make different types of bags, so Althea had a lot of choices depending on her plans and her mood.

He also noted to buy tons of parchment and ink for her from the bookstore. She liked to draw her plants and write detailed notes very much.

His wife had a good memory, but she found a bit of extra happiness in recording everything in tangible ways.

How torturous it must be to see so many alien plants but not be able to record them?

There were also no hygienic products here, only water and a plant called Papra which had a minty aftertaste. The practice was to use these to wash, well, everything.

Since there were no other options, he decided to buy a few bags of these as well.

His wife was a bit of a clean freak like he was. His poor wife must be suffering and uncomfortable, his heart hurt just thinking about it.

Sigh.

He couldn’t do much for her now but, in a few days, he would get her himself, and give her the best life possible.

Then came her other needs which were, to her, sometimes even more important: Her plants.

Hence, how could he forget to buy an important thing: Seeds and potions? As big of a variety for both as he could get.

At least this time, he wasn’t one-upped by that girl Winona when it came to procuring exotic seeds and materials to gift his own wife.

Garan reviewed his personal sources of income. So far he had released one sauce and one condiment, to Ferrol and to Bart, respectively.

A conservative amount of about 200-250 gold a month could be received from dividends alone. He would dedicate about a hundred to the team and its operations. The remaining would be for his personal use.

This amount was comforting, and he knew he’d be able to provide a luxurious life for his wife when they met.

Furthermore, the team also hunted for a lot of meat, and they had long been able to pay for their own basic expenses. They could exchange the body parts of the monsters for vegetables and fruits they couldn’t get themselves.

Most interestingly, Jake and Brandon were receiving royalties for their crossbows, meaning somewhere out there… the designs were being reproduced.

They couldn’t help but think—or hope, rather—that the people using it were Terrans, as well.

Unfortunately, during the weekly payout only ’Troy Prud’ and ’Brenda Smith’ showed up, which didn’t give them a lot of clues.

In any case, the current model of the team was relatively self-sufficient and could take on a few more members.

”Send a hiring notice in the town center. We accept members and soldiers even if they’re not elementalists. If they get accepted, not only will they get a monthly allowance of 5 gold, at the least, but their accommodation and food will be taken care of.”

Gill, who knew this plan nodded in excitement.

[Terran Mercenary Team is hiring fighting force and life occupation professionals.

Wage: 5 gold/mo, free meals (3) and accommodation

Requirements: Level 10 or above.

Pass for 2 rounds of interviews.]

This notice created a wave within the territory and within a couple of minutes it was all most people were talking about.

”So generous?” Was often asked in disbelief.

After all, the average cost of living in towns was about 10 gold per month, and this was mostly for food and shelter. To give 5 whole gold inclusive of food and shelter was very, very, generous.

”With this, we can basically save up a few golds every month!” One exclaimed as if he already got the job. There were also many others who were very cynical about the unheard-of name making the announcement.

”What is this Terran Team anyway?”

”It’s a new team, I think.”

”I know them. They look professional and their auras are strong, but…” he sneered, ”There was no one above level 20.”

Almost everyone who heard made a derisive sound. There were also a lot of questioning voices all around the territory. After all, what could a group of people less than level 20 do?

On the contrary, such a weak group… had so many resources.

A pitiful group of level 15s could have so much money, get their own land, and live so comfortably while they—several levels higher—still needed to watch their spending!

Tsk

Such a comfortable life—

Do they deserve it?

The answer was a resounding NO.

This made a lot of sly brains calculate what they could get out of them, already planning how to get some leaks.

Unknowingly, in whatever way or form, the Terran Mercenary Team had made a name for itself just a few days after its establishment.

As for whether this was a good thing or a bad thing, this was something to be decided with time.

In any case, the team was working full-time, trying to prepare as best as they could—in hopes of welcoming their loved ones well.