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

Garan heaved a sigh as he walked away from the fields, taking the towel Gill handed over to him.

”Don’t worry boss, he’ll calm down eventually.” The long-haired man said, comforting the captain. He couldn’t help but look at the pitiful Gian on the floor, who was now helped up by Chris. Turbo even bathed him with water using his ability and Eagle dried him up with his.

The two continued to walk to the fence, ”Are we going to see new missions?”

”Hmm.” Garan said, and the two proceeded to the Mercenary Hall to complete the task. Fortunately, those strongmen still kept their word of letting them have the plant, so their mission could still be completed.

They were a step closer to becoming a level C Mercenary Team. This was unprecedented to their average level of members.

They also received five of the promised class D healing medicines. One had been used for Chris, who was heavily targeted in the last attack, and another was used for Gian, who was very much treated like a rag.

Which was regretful because he challenged Garan as soon as he could stand.

Eagle, the logistics officer, would have two, while the last one was snug in Garan’s space.

Maybe he could get it to his wife. She would definitely love to study it.

The two arrived at the Mercenary Hall, receiving quite a few glances. It could be said that they had received quite the attention for completing a level C mission, and a lot more people asked when they would hire again.

For now though, there was no need for hiring. Not to mention, when they upgraded they could start to summon other mercenaries.

The higher the level, the higher the prestige. Upon upgrade, when needed, they would be able to call on lower-level or maybe similar level mercenary teams for help.

For a price, of course.

This could even be done through the mercenary center’s teleportation array at a discounted cost.

It could be said that their completion of that mission opened up a lot of doors, even when they had yet to upgrade. If they hadn’t settled in Ferrol Town, it was estimated they’d be receiving a lot of proposals to switch bases.

Historically, most territories would pay a lot of money to get high-level mercenary teams to set up bases or businesses in their territory. This was because a good mercenary team not only increased the overall power of the territory, but they could also boost the economy through taxes and trade.

However, high-level mercenary teams cost a huge amount. So it was more cost-effective to buy out a weaker team with high potential before they upgraded.

The Terran Mercenary Team happened to be such good stock.

However, Jonathan was quick to show off their closeness by sending a few more medicines to their base, with quite the ceremony of using his right-hand man to deliver.

Anyway, the name Terran Mercenary Team once again resounded in the territory. Except… they were much less smug than they could’ve.

After all, this win was partnered with some major humbling costs.

But that was in the past now, and they could only barrel forward.

Standing in front of the panel, Garan looked at the status of the Mercenary team.

[Official Team Status

Level: D (5498/10000)

Prestige: 67

Territory Ranking (D): 12

Overall Ranking (D): 431

Members: 37 ]

Although they had much fewer members than those of the same rank, Garan would like to think their team was more quality than quantity. He dared think that they could handle any other mercenary teams of the same class and levels with ease.

”What mission should I choose?”

”Choose a Level D one, for now,” Garan said. After all, the end of the protection period was approaching, they couldn’t take too many risks as before. ”Take several and we’ll just divide into two or three teams.”

”Got it,” Gill said and went to perused the potential tasks to take. Meanwhile, Garan went to look at the other teams. It was a habit of his even in Terran: Know thy enemy, so to speak.

Unlike the list in the Territory Center, the list of teams in the mercenary hall was more complete—it indicated the level, number of members, ranking, place of establishment, and length of establishment.

This meant that he’d have an idea of the areas with the highest level of competition, as well as a rough idea of the strength and resources of these teams.

He arranged it from the newest to the oldest, simply because the new ones were more likely to compete with them in level.

However, as he perused the list, his heart stopped.

”Captain? What’s wrong?” Gill rarely saw the captain so flustered. Basically, he was only like this when it had something to do with sister-in-law.

He followed the captain’s line of sight. ”Gaea Chamber of Commerce?”

Could it be? But it could also be a coincidence. After all, Gaea could mean many things.

But seeing the boss like this—

Gill had been close to the couple for many years now. He knew of the cheesy couple names they came up with. Most of them were catchy and cringe-y at the same time.

He could still remember Algaran and Garhea. Ugh. What was that? One sounded like a prison and the other sounded like diarrhea.

However, at this time the Captain’s eyes were zoned in on something. Garan’s eyes were fixed not only on the name but also on the Territory it was made in.

Altera–

Garan’s heart beat wildly. One of the two could’ve been a coincidence, but both?

”Captain?”

”I… the territory is Altera.”

Gill blinked. And?

”Altera means something to us.” He said, roughly explaining the origin of the connection. Even Gill was surprised.

After a pause, Gill had a semblance of a smile on his face. ”It means they have a level 3 village center now. They should already be in a level 3 village by now, at least.” Gill’s shoulders slumped in relief as he said so.

Moreover, if the Captain was right, and the people behind this team—or perhaps, the territory itself—were who they thought, then this was a very very good thing. ”Looks like Terrans aren’t doing too badly.”

Gill still couldn’t help but shake his head he leaned closer to the captain, whispering. ”Doesn’t it mean that sister-in-law could be… a Lord herself?”

Wow, just wow.

But Garan barely registered this detail, his mind filled with the fact that he just received another clue to his wife.

Garan was silent for a while. He was so still that no one would know he was shaking.

Without another word, he strode to the information desk and paid a handful of silver. ”Is there a way for territories to communicate?”

The man behind the desk smiled amicably, taking the silver without blinking an eye.

”Yes, but only towns with Mercenary Halls or Halls of Commerce could start communicating through the aether. Oh, and they have to have level 3 Territory Centers, of course.

”The price is very high though, and the target recipient must also register in the service for a fee…”

Garan nodded, his brain already thinking of what to tell her.

His blood was boiling, knowing for sure he was correct.

Althea really was here!!