After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World novel Chapter 391

Finally a C-Class Architect!!

In his surprise, he stood up all of a sudden, the force making his chair fall to the ground.

"Ei, golden god, what’s wrong?" The teammate asked, shocked by his abrupt movements. They saw the man’s blue eyes wide in glee, totally uncharacteristic of his usual suave self.

"I upgraded!" he said, like a happy idiot. His words, though, made everyone flinch.

"What?"

"I am going to tell the lo—the others. Bye."

Oslo immediately ran to the Lord’s house to tell the news. He felt elated, like he could finally look at the Lord in the eye.

His smile was wide, habitually flirtatious, and effortlessly charismatic. His smooth, beautiful face and golden hair were illuminated by the reddish light of the resting sun, making him appear a bit ethereal.

And his sky blue eyes… they were as bright as the sky itself, one that a person would want to stare and willingly get blinded by.

Oslo could be said to be a very, very beautiful man, and the sights of the women he passed by followed all his movements until he disappeared. With very few exemptions, every one of them was swooning.

Minutes later, this very shining sight was approaching Althea very happily—

—until he felt a sharp warning gaze that could kill directed at him and he quickly stopped, almost falling down.

Garan sneered.

Oslo cleared his throat and gathered himself, returning to his poised self.

He found them on the East Avenue commercial street after asking around, so he could not greet her as he should.

"Elder," he just said respectfully, sweating a little under Garan’s sharp stare. "I have good news. May Invite you somewhere more private for a meeting?"

Ansel watched his friend sweat in nervousness under Garan’s stare. He felt both pity and amusement.

Fortunately for Oslo, friendship weighed more to Ansel than a good show, so the latter decided to save him.

The redhead tapped the blonde’s shoulder. "Just in time, we’re having dinner at Cooke’s tonight!"

"I…" He paused, unsure.

"I want to hear this news as soon as possible," Althea said, reassuring him that he wasn’t disturbing anything.

Around them, onlookers looked curiously. Also, in fascination. After all, the group of them really was a pretty sight.

No one thought anything of an aborigine being so respectful and secretive with Althea at all.

Anything Ms. Althea did just made sense to them. Besides, hired aborigines should be respectful to elders by default, anyway.

"Let’s go~" Ansel said, dragging his friend’s neck. The small group headed to Cooke’s restaurant—the Terran Gastronomique Haven—for a much-awaited lunch.

Although the line wasn’t as long as Harold’s due to the much higher prices, it was still fully booked, some of whom were visitors from the other three allied territories (who also paid exuberant protection fees to get to the territory).

However, their group did not need to line up as they had a fixed private room in the building.

Their room had bespoke furniture with a table that could fit ten to twelve people. On the side, there was a small relaxing lounge by the window, which people could relax in as they chatted and observed the lively streetscapes below.

They settled down and a waiter arrived with their menu—a new addition with the addition of paper. What’s more, because paper had not yet been made commercially available, this also added a bit of prestige to the restaurant.

Each of them chose an a la carte meal, to be shared at the table, as well as the dessert to be served later.

They watched as the waiter left and looked at Oslo, who promptly started to explain what this was all about. First, he started with the progress of the team and then with his upgrade.

The more he said, the brighter the others became.

"Good!" Ansel smiled. "This is enough reason for us to get another bottle of Althea’s special booze!"

Oslo smirked. That was indeed a good reward.

Althea rolled her eyes. "The next batch is still fermenting."

"...oh."

Althea shook her head in amusement, "Congratulations, Oslo."

Oslo found himself staring at her before his eyes shifted a bit when he met her husband’s eyes.