All departments were working non-stop for hours to maximize the time before the beast tide came.
The citizens also increased their gathering of resources. This wasn’t only because of the increase in buying prices of the resources, but also because they had seen the massive constructions that had happened.
They wanted to do their part to replenish the territory.
No one was lax.
Cassie helped her grandmother out. Although she had made a lot of money selling products to other territories, before the fight this was all they could do for the territory.
She also hoped to gain more contribution points from the mob. Now that her grandmother was stable, she planned to apply for the guards during the next recruitment.
On the woodworking side, Baron, Bianca, Houser, and Joe worked overtime to create spikes apparently to be placed outside the gates, a request of the territory in exchange for contribution points.
Although he had money, the bathhouse and training hall still required contribution points!
Also, he was also an Alteran! He ought to do more!
Hence, he, the boss, joined in as a labor force.
After production, Houser used his skill on the stakes, making it have the passive of attracting monsters to it. Although they weren’t strong enough to kill a monster, the fact that monsters would get attracted and ideally stab themselves—even if only a bit—would be plenty of help to the front-liners.
It was a production line of wooden stakes basically, and for a while, only the sound of wood thumping, sawing, and processing (and Houser chanting skills) was heard.
It was broken when they heard footsteps from upstairs. It was Angelo and Jesse, who were stretching their bodies to shake away the lethargy.
"You should still be sleeping," Bianca said, temporarily pausing her work.
A few hours ago, they were ordered to get ample rest at this time. After all, it was estimated people would have sleepless nights fighting against the mobs.
Angelo shrugged. "We did. But who could sleep so much at this time."
"Hmm I’d rather hone my techniques," Jesse added and turned to his cousin. "Shall we go to the barracks?"
Angelo nodded and the two prepared to go out again.
Seeing them working so hard, Baron couldn’t help but want to reward them a bit.
Baron threw them some money. "Go treat yourself at TGH."
"TGH?"
"The Terran Gastronomique Haven!"
"Seriously?!" The two’s eyes widened, unused to his non-stinginess. "You’ve changed!"
Angelo looked at him suspiciously. "You don’t think we’re gonna die, do you?"
Jesse gasped, aghast, and looked at Baron with teary eyes. "And you want to give us a last meal!"
Baron’s eyes twitched and he lifted his feet, trying to kick them (to no avail, of course) "Go! Go away!!" He yelled, pushing the two youngins.
However, when they turned, he added, "Give me back that money!"
"Ehh~" the two pouted and they ran out the door, hugging the money to their chests.
Seeing them like this, Bianca ended up laughing out loud. Silly cousins.
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Mathilda’s team was in charge of the internal order.
Her main task was to make sure nothing went wrong inside the walls. There was too much trouble outside, their people ought to have peace of mind that their home and backer were unperturbed.
She turned her head to speak to Jun and Silvia, her closest confidants in the department. "Only ten guards are allocated to maintain the internal order and the rest would be outside, it is our job to ensure that nothing will add to the chaos."
"Make sure all the rules are set and without loopholes.
"And make sure our team is easily accessible at all times during this time."
The two’s backs straightened, "Yes!"
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