Well, not exactly.
After getting over the sight, they realized there was a really wide paved road in front of them.
There were about 6 lanes divided in half by trees and landscaping. There were even a few meters of elevated sidewalks on the sides, also lined with trees.
Although there were no cars, they walked out of the carriageway and started walking along the colored sidewalk.
It was odd to see such wide avenues in the middle of the forest, but it was a human construction and it was enough. After all, a pathwalk must lead to somewhere, right?
…Right?
Anyway, it took them about ten minutes of hopeful walking before they could finally see buildings.
And they finally felt their hearts get in place.
…
At this time, Althea was looking at the screen as she saw something interesting.
She saw a new person in the population page, with the former job indicating politician in green font.
Mathilda Kruz.
Among the scores of people in the territory, except for her, only 2 people had the green font.
One of whom was Eugene, and the other was a forty-year-old man named Cooke with the talent for cooking.
This man had been one of the people who bought a commercial space, likely to be used as a restaurant.
It could be said that people with green fonts represent the Pinnacle of their professions.
Thinking of it this way, poor Eugene really lived miserably for someone with such achievements.
More importantly, she also knew this person. The retired minister of foreign affairs. Famous for her feat in the Yuta Country next to their Eden country.
Due to centuries of exploitation the planet’s natural resources had been used up. When a mineral resource was found between the borders, war almost broke out. Mathilda went and stopped it, even winning their country very good terms.
She also knew Mathilda personally. She could be loosely considered a familial elder of hers.
They had met through her youngest son, Gill, her husband’s right-hand man, and they had met several times in events and official parties.
They had only gotten close from there.
It was very amusing how a tactless guy with such poisonous mouth came out of a famous diplomat’s stomach.
She added two more farm villas, and 4 more duplex residential units, to comfortably accommodate the newcomers.
"I heard there are newcomers? Shall we take a look?" Sheila said, looking gossipy.
Althea nodded and followed the girl out of the village center, with Harold and Eugene following closely behind them.
They stood at the square and watched the scores of newcomers appear in their sights with various emotions, especially when they saw people with aura among them.
"That firework was a very good idea, Eugene." Althea said to Eugene, who sheepishly rubbed his curly hair in embarassment.
"I would love to make contributions, boss."
Seeing him shy, Sheila couldn’t help but giggle at him. She looked at Althea, "Boss, if your compliments could be currency."
This made Althea think.
Contributions, eh…
"Althea?" A woman from the crowd called, breaking their conversation. At this voice, Althea wordlessly walked forward to meet them.
Althea smiled as she approached, her poise calm and collected, but the brightness in her eyes betrayed her excitement.
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