After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World novel Chapter 468

Ferrol Town

Jonathan was indeed very worried.

How long has it been? If Cassandra didn’t send a servant to bring things back to him, it was estimated he’d hunt for her himself, lest her parents pester him for her location.

It would’ve been fine if they were pestering him out of genuine concern, but based on the posts he had been receiving, they were just looking for her to make her do something for them!

Because of this, he was in a very bad place, stuck in the middle of two parties.

He was a lord, for elves’ sake!

The only reason he was even doing this was that he was kind-hearted and he actually liked his cousin. Besides, she sent him a carriage full of good bribes, so his annoyance was somewhat mitigated.

He looked to the side of his room filled with boxes and boxes of the bribes and he smiled.

They seemed to be products from the Terran Mercenary Team, but there was a lot more variety.

He knew very well about the purchase limit of the team (as someone who maximized it every time they sold something), and this was decidedly much larger than that amount.

His hand ended on the bolts of cloth and he admired it, rubbing it between his fingers. It naturally couldn’t compare to the luxury cloths he managed to get as a Town Lord, but these seemed practical and comfortable and, from what he heard, very affordable.

Unless it was handled by a professional seamstress, the attires made from cheap and expensive fabric were minimally different—at least, the gap was not nearly as wide as their prices.

At this time, except for the cheaper varieties, the massive cost of cloth was not proportional to the merits. This would definitely revolutionize the clothing market targeted at commonfolks—which comprised much of the market.

He then looked at the other products, specifically at the jars after jars of sauces. They even came with instructions, to ensure they’d be used to enhance food effectively.

Jonathan turned to the messenger, one of the men who guarded Cassandra during the trip.

"Where did you say these things came from?" He asked, perusing the items again.

"Altera Village, sir. It is about a day of travel from here by carriage."

"How was it there?"

The person paused, reluctant to speak, and Jonathan’s eyebrows rose. "You can be honest," he said, leisurely resting his chin on his knuckles.

The guard thought for a moment and said, "Very good, milord."

"How good?" Jonathan continued to push.

"The best place I’ve been to."

He flinched and so did the guard, immediately regretting his slip-up. Jonathan was no dictator—on the contrary, he was very kind—but which lord would want to hear his subject praise another to the skies?

"What?" He asked, "Are we talking about a village here?"

The guard nodded slowly.

"Stop being scared," Jonathan said directly, "Just tell me more."

The guard saw that their lord really didn’t seem to mind, he nodded and told him what he saw. "It is very small, of course, but there are many interesting things. The miss had yet to explore everything until now, and there are also many novel products. They… are fascinating and innovative."

Jonathan nodded. He ought to visit that cousin of his to ’check up’ on her, naturally as a concerned cousin.

"Does this place have something to do with our Terran Mercenary Team?"

The Messenger nodded. "Yes sir, that is their home base." He paused, "The land they have here is bigger though, milord."

"However, I did hear they’re treating Ferrol as… their branch."

"Ferrol is just a branch to them now?"

He chuckled and the Messenger felt a little scared.