When she went out of her lab, she headed straight to the living room where she knew the team would be hanging out in, if they were there.
Her eyes zoned immediately on the two babies on the cot, and her world exploded with color.
"Hmmhgggh!" Her babies brightened up and extended their little chubby hands at the sight of her.
Her heart warmed and she took them from the cushion and into her arms.
"I really neglected you…" she sighed with a bit of regret, before placing wet smooches on their smooth faces.
They giggled and everyone in the room smiled.
"Well, they will understand. You did it so they don’t miss out on the wonderful tastes we grew up with." Sheila said, "The next generation would surely love you for it."
Althea chuckled at this, "Shall I put my name in the history books, then?"
Sheila laughed. "Of course! It would definitely be easier to teach kids since they’d love sweets!"
Speaking of the next generation, the children—Maya, Theo, and now Horus —were watching the adults with interest as they played building blocks, creating quite the tall structure.
The adults soon started to discuss grown-up stuff, boring the kids, and they ran outside and went back to the playground.
The playgrounds—consisting of slides, swings, monkey bars, etc.—were gifted by Baron’s team. They were placed in the gardens by the flowers, and the children loved them.
Even Horus, who tried to maintain a serious I’m-an-adult face, tried the slide many times. Of course, all with an unchanging face, even on his way down the slide. freeweɓnovēl.coɱ
It was cute in its own way.
Anyway, the success of the playground prompted Althea to order a few larger sets, to be placed on several parks around the territory.
There weren’t many children now, but she would like to think there would be in the future.
She believed that the territory would eventually be filled with the laughter of children—adding another dab of color to the territory.
While the energetic kids went out, her babies, on the other hand, were laid on the soft blanket on the floor. As soon as they landed, they immediately tried rolling.
Althea giggled and helped them out, and she wondered who would be able to roll on their own first.
"So… what did you dish up this time boss?" Harold asked, and Althea lifted her head to him at the question.
Althea smiled proudly. "We will be able to increase production of Terranian plants, to the degree of the refresh rate here." She said, "Things would only get better."
Harold was very happy. Although the seasonings they made using local ingredients were good, how could it defeat the formulations that had undergone thousands of years of the perfection process?
"I rented another factory to create fertilizers this time. I’m planning on mixing it with compost to see the effect." This meant they couldn’t handle this in the same factory as the existing herbal mixture factory.
Sheila nodded, immediately knowing what to do. "I will also send hiring notices."
A lot more people would be very happy about the new openings. Although there were plenty of people going outside, there were even more who could be used more within the walls—especially those who simply couldn’t handle the monsters without eventually losing a limb.
Of course, they’d have to be upfront about the product being handled.
"Add 20% to their wage, compared to employees of the same level," Althea said after a thought.
Sheila agreed. "Got it!"
Althea smiled, happy that she had such reliable teammates. Because of this, she could now focus on her kids who in their own way were vying for her attention.
For instance, Little Meatball drooled all over himself trying to call her, while Little Pepper’s little arms were extended in her direction, cute tiny hands opening and closing repeatedly.
As she laughed and hugged the kids, feeling their warmth and softness. They stayed just like that for a while
With the babies in her arms, she took a look at her territory stats.
[TERRITORY STATS
Status: Level 2 Village
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