After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World novel Chapter 366

Gill stood in front of the twenty people standing side by side with the rest of Team A. From this, one could see the slight differences in physiques. The aborgines were generally larger than they were, with most of the males at least a head taller than the average Terran.

"You may be wondering what we’ve been up to the past day or two," he said, and the aborigines couldn’t help but nod.

"Well, we went to a place to look for our people… and we found them." He paused and their aborigines wondered what this implied.

"It means that we have found our homes and had already set a base there. Half of us had already stayed."

This made them flinch and looked around. They were leaving?

What would happen to this place?

They had grown to like this place and were quite proud to say they lived here when they were asked. In their families, it was a point of pride for them to say their team ’owned’ land in a town, which was indeed a great feat.

"This will be a branch of the mercenary team," he said, "Our place there is actually a bit smaller, but we were given access to the territory’s barracks and other amenities like training halls.

"Like I said: The rest of the team stayed there, and they (probably except the captain) will switch up with us after two weeks."

Gill let that sit for a while, and it took a couple of minutes before anyone started asking questions.

"Can we ask where this is?" Thorance asked.

"Altera Village."

"A village, sir?" Thorance asked, startled, and everyone was just as baffled. Why would would shift from a stable and large place like a town to go to an unknown village?

Not to mention, they had the rare honor of owning their own place, and having close partnerships with the lord!

How many Mercenary teams had this advantage?

Gill and the others understood their unvoiced questions, and they couldn’t blame them. They could see their visible pride when they saw the base being built, and how they were a member of it. Of course, they would be worried.

It was Luis, the friendliest one, who spoke up. "It’s not just a village." He said, looking quite smug and dreamy.

"You may not believe it, but people’s lifestyle there is much better than here." He told them, "You’ll see. Some of you will come with us there."

Eagle then stepped forward. "The reason we called you here is for a different reason, however."

He then turned to the secured items and nodded. With his signal, the flimsy fabric covering the bags and rickshaws fell, revealing its contents. It was a variety of odd items and produce, most of which unfamiliar to them.

Eagle pointed at the items and turned to the aborigines with a smile adorning his aquiline face. "We will be joining the bazaar!"

Aborigines: "...???"

So… the core people came back from hard training and called everyone in to announce that… they would not only move base, but they’d also start… selling in the market?

"????"

The soldiers looked at each other with grins. It was Sammy, the part-time salesman, who walked forward and fished out a piece of flatbread in one of the pretty jars. He also took another ceramic plate (which was also pretty) and placed the flat hard-looking brown bread there.

The dark-skinned man then turned to them with a smile. "These are pseudo-cookies. Sweet, crunchy, and heavenly. Well, compared to what you guys must’ve had." He grinned, lifting up a piece and breaking it to bite sized pieces…and then he divided it once more.

In the end, there were tens of small pieces on the plate. By ’small’, it meant the pieces were as small as a child’s fingernails.

No way they could give them a sample each. A piece of this could be sold for a lot of money…

The puzzled aborigines took the tiny-sized brownbread, looking at it closely in puzzlement. They lifted it up near their eyes even and saw a lot of crumbs.

They stared at it for a long time, and Sammy’s eyes twitched a bit in impatience.

"Eat it," Sammy had to order and the aborigines reluctantly placed the pieces in the mouths, not really knowing what to expect.

But the instant it touched their tastebuds, they froze.

What is this…?

They found themselves drooling for more, numming, trying to taste if there were still uneaten crumbs left in their mouths.

There was none. And they felt their hearts fall.

"Would be great if there’s chocolate," Luis—who had been watching enviously from the side—said, gulping as he imagined it.

"Milk, too," Chris said and Plaridel nodded.

"I heard the chocolate and coffee trees would flower in about a few more months or so!"

Mao flinched, whipping his head to them. "Seriously?! We had those trees? I want to go back!"

"I said it’ll take a few months!"

He waved at the jars with exaggerated motions as if they were magical things. "These are culinary treasures," he said, "Eagle will teach you how to use them later. _{fгeewebnovёl.com}