After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World novel Chapter 58

"Hey, Brandon! Help me out with the meat!" A dark-skinned man called a handsome blonde. He had a large build and his once-bald head was now filled with curly hair.

The blonde, Brandon, then threw wind blades and cut the meat in relatively equal sizes.

On another side, a pale-skinned bald soldier grabbed the collar of a narrow-eyed man." Mao, stop eating that! That’s still raw!"

The man looked heartbroken when the meat was taken away and thrown back to the fire.

"But—"

Several lively scenes happened simultaneously around the campfire.

The group ate happily, not saving on the Captain’s signature sauce, and the indigenous mercenary team benefited from the good food.

Bart sat beside Garan, chewing the delicious Hyena thigh in his hand.

"What’s that weapon?" He asked, head pointing at Jake and Brandon, the people who used the crossbow.

Garan paused, and looked at the man, before finally speaking. "It’s something we’re developing. We will sell it to you once we perfect it."

Those two had just triggered the Weapons Maker Occupation, allowing them to create weapons that could actually damage these monsters.

Even if it was just crossbows for now, they had more pronounced effects on these monsters than their guns ever did.

Bart brightened at this and cheered with his mug. "That’s a deal, then."

They ate harmoniously for a while, with the injured ones handling their wounds, including Garan.

It was just that, Garan would soon find out he wouldn’t even be able to handle his own wound in peace.

"Captain, are you okay?" A soft voice appeared near them and Bart—still chewing—gave him a teasing glance.

Vanessa looked at the man, trying to be subtle in her fascination.

Garan was not only the most capable man around, he was also the most charming man she had ever encountered.

He was extremely handsome with his ebony hair that was as dark as the night sky, still smooth after everything, and she was extremely curious what it would be like to bury her fingers there.

Then there were his gorgeous blue eyes as deep as the sea, magnified by his chiseled features and strong jaw, so charming as if a woman could stare at it all day and not feel bored.

Women would love to be protected by those wide shoulders and lean muscles. Being embraced by it would feel like a dream.

How amazing he was in every fight; Every and each one of his movements were lithe and purposeful, and they were incredibly sexy.

However, none of these thoughts showed on her face, keeping her graceful bearing.

Garan frowned and looked badly at the woman, who seemed unaware of his annoyance.

The woman smiled at the sight of his stare. "I’ll help you–"

"No need." He said, as civilized as he could. But the woman still refused to hear the message, and she ’bravely’ stepped a meter towards him.

He frowned even deeper; One meter was considered his personal space.

Garan eyebrows furrowed in annoyance. How many women who tried entering his personal space were kicked out by him?

He did not do so this time, because among her suitors were a number of his men. More importantly, her father, the general, was one of his mentors.

This face, unfortunately, still had to be given.

He called Turbo, someone with the most training in first aid. "You do it." The spiky-haired man flinched a little, looking at the two people in alteration, before standing up to help out the boss.

Although he still hadn’t figured out how to use his element—water—to heal, he had a good background in medicine as well.

The woman frowned, but her face remained patient. "I’m the only military doctor here. It is my job." She said, with a tone as if she was gently convincing him.

"You think my men can’t handle such a small wound?"

The woman paled, causing some of the men to look at Garan with a bit of disapproval.

Bart watched it all in interest. He knew this woman, the only surviving woman in this team.

She was a very beautiful woman with her reddish-brown hair and green eyes. She also had a curvaceous body that most men would love to touch.

With these features, combined with her noble temperament and rare medical ability, she had fascinated a lot of men.

He knew at least third of the men here, including some from his team, were her suitors.

From what he heard, this was the reason why she got to level ten in the first place. The men weakened the monsters and even demobilized them, and she would get the final kill.

But…, as fun of a show this woman could give, he had an instinctive dislike for such a woman.

"I only hope to do my job…" she mumbled softly, rousing the pity of a lot of the men.

She took another step closer, looking like the concerned maiden who only wanted to help.

Garan raised his hand to stop her. "I don’t like women other than my wife getting close to me." He said, and he said so with finality.

He wasn’t even exaggerating.

As a good-looking orphan, there were no few old women who wanted to pervert him. Sometimes… these women were even maternal figures he respected.

He bit flesh out of their hands, scratched their faces, and many other things that got him severely punished.

It was only when an accident happened to Althea when he was trapped in isolation that he started behaving himself like a normal civilized person around these disgusting women.