After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World novel Chapter 188

In any case, a weapons maker was definitely a Go for them, and when Garan nodded the two in-house weapon experts relaxed their tense shoulders, looking forward to what they could be learning from this new member of theirs.

Other than triggering the occupation, Brandon and Jake already had plenty of designs running around in their heads. It was only lately when they had ready access to parchment did they start drawing.

They have been trying to create them, and there had been some success. The weapons maker had a special skill that helped in understanding the connections between components, as well as integrating the life force Aether into their weapons so they could cause decent damage to monsters outside.

This was how a simple bow and arrow from a store could cause the same damage as their top-of-the-line Terran gun.

But according to Gaudi, different people likely received different knowledge. Both Brandon and Jake had yet to receive another inheritance and they were definitely eager to peek at one.

Maybe, having this guy could help them out!

Anyway, having another weapons maker on the team would definitely take the weapons team to another level, not to mention those two could learn more and maybe even receive an inheritance.

If they had a special confidentiality contract with this guy, he might even be able to assist in the creation of the bespoke weapons Brandon and Jake designed.

"I work very hard and although I have only been promoted to a proper Weaponsmith, I was told by my master that I have the talent to become a B-class weaponsmith someday."

The soldiers nodded, internally adding another OK note on this guy’s head.

They went through hundreds of applicants and finally settled with 15 people, 4 women and 11 men. The women were in logistics to assist Eagle, some for the canteen and some for the sewing of uniforms and other clothing.

They weren’t being sexist, there really were no female warriors at all. The women even received some frowns from many indigenous men because they were getting jobs outside the house.

The men, on the other hand, ranged from level 14 to level 21. Garan took in Kleid, the level 21, because he felt the seriousness in him. He did not see haughtiness in him at all, despite his higher level.

Satisfied with their list, the group began to pack up, thanking everyone for their participation.

"What? You didn’t choose me?" A bulky man yelled, pointing at one of the soldiers, tone acerbic.

"I wasn’t chosen either! What a scam!"

"You weaklings didn’t hire me because you thought I’d defeat all of you, right?!"

The group frowned. It seemed there would always be officious people doing unnecessary things for a sense of existence.

"We chose them because they would contribute to the team, rather than make it chaotic." It was Garan who stepped out, his low baritone voice echoed across the vicinity. "You are proving our decision was right."

The men flinched a bit, intimidated by his aura. Then he remembered his level, which was a couple of levels lower than theirs, and they regained confidence.

"Pfff—says the weakling. If you’re so amazing, why don’t you—"

He was not able to finish his sentence and he saw a large palm over his head. He felt his body losing footing and he was pulled down to the ground, the back of his head hitting the ground with a bang.

Ferrol Town was one of those towns that did not prohibit fighting, as long as there would be no damage to other people’s property and killing, fights not exceeding five minutes were allowed.

The two men were shocked by the sudden attack and Garan quickly turned his center of gravity. He twisted his strong upper body and kicked the other one in the direction of the third. The impact was strong enough to push the third man and lose his footing.

He walked towards the imbalanced men, raised his leg, and sent them an ax kick, throwing them face down the dirty soil on his feet.