After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World novel Chapter 457

Later, just around the Village Center Plaza, a group of eye-catching aborigines walked around. They were a very beautiful group that literally sparkled ’gold’ in the eyes of the locals, and more than once had they been pulled to various shops to buy.

They had only been out for a couple of minutes, and they were already full.

Was there some tool that could increase their stomach capacity? They really needed it.

Anyway, the new guests continued to observe and admire, stopping only when they saw various floating bubbles going around, gracefully carried by the wind.

It so happened they were downwind and they were soon surrounded by pretty bubbles. Olga and Honda raised their fingers, popping a few with bright eyes.

"Seems familiar. I think it’s soap bubbles?" She asked. Back home, she had a large tub, and her servants often made bubble baths for her. They were made from special bathing soaps bought for a very high price. _{frёewebηovel.cѳm}

Obi looked at her, "So many? And outside?"

Olga sneered at him, "I’m just trying to guess."

Oslo shook his head and continued to lead their party to the source. There, they saw various children laughing, and holding some small contraptions. They just blew on it and many bubbles were made.

Don’t mention the young Honda, even the adults were fascinated.

Oslo watched and realized the kids were familiar. Mimi, Horus, Maya, and even the twins!

He then looked at his nephew who was looking at them, curious, but at the same time trying to act cool. They had told him to man up even without his father around, but they didn’t want him to forget his childhood either.

Oslo’s lips curled upwards as he patted the boy’s head. "You can join them."

"Can I?"

"Of course," he said, voicing out one of the things he learned in Altera. "Being serious and successful doesn’t mean you have to be devoid of fun," he said, wishing he knew this compromise early on, though to be fair what he found fun in his youth was very skewed.

Anyway, his words made the little boy’s round eyes brighten and he turned his head to look at the children playing.

But before he could go to them, he paused, suddenly shy.

In Bleulle, there were also many children, but they were no fun. He didn’t like them at all. The things they found fun were cruel and made him uncomfortable.

Once, he was taken to a gathering of children his age. There, they made hungry slaves run around for bits of food they threw. They would watch them fight for a tiny amount of food for amusement, and they would make bets with their own or their parents’ money.

He was called names when he didn’t play with them, calling him a snob and a know-it-all, saying he wasn’t even as amazing as his father, why was he acting like him?

The thought of his few experiences with peers made him metaphorically curl back into his shell.

"I know them. Just politely ask them if you could join and they will let you."