After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World novel Chapter 92

Baron nodded in satisfaction as he stared at the marvelous status of his workshop #1. Humming happily, he then walked out of the gate and went to his second workshop.

As he entered, he was met with sharp eyes that almost made him run for his life. Until he remembered who it was and he stopped his tracks.

Clearing his throat and slowly turning around, he faced the ’greeting’ person head on.

It was a woman in her late 60s, but she was scarier than the gangsters he’d seen.

It was Sassy the Tanner, the old expert of an obsolete art he managed to convince to work with him, for a good share of the profit of course.

It was amazing someone still knew how to do it, since back in Terran hunting had been mostly illegal and people opted for synthetic leather already.

He flinched a little at the old woman’s stoic stare. She was looking him down, arms crossed, and very intimidating.

He put up an awkward smile. "Good afternoon, Sassy!"

The woman grunted at him, not caring for any nonsense. He cleared his throat, getting on topic. "Are we on schedule?" He asked, looking at the various soon-to-be leather that were drying in the yard.

The whole yard smelled pungent with a mix of earthiness and astringency.

There were dozens of workers absorbed in activities, with various tools made of animal bones lying around. There were makeshift bone knives, hammers, and some other tools he couldn’t name.

A number of workers were standing over a wooden trough filled with water mixed with other stuff, their sleeves rolled up, and mixing the bubbling concoction.

This concoction was made by Sassy herself. Apparently, she got a skill called appraisal which helped her figure out the various alternatives to her old plants.

It was amazing.

He’d have complimented her if she hadn’t been so scary.

Anyway, he looked at the hides that were stretched taut on wooden frames, some of them were being brought to the concoction.

"Looks like we are on schedule." He said, answering his own question.

The old woman nodded. "We’ll need to refill the raw materials."

"The stocks should be coming any time now." Baron said.

Speaking of raw materials, other than buying hides from the fighters, there were also ’loggers’ who sold their wood to him.

After all, the territory expressly prohibited cutting trees within it and replacing the cut trees with seedlings for the trees within a kilometer outside. He could even foresee ’jobs’ specializing in re-planting.

Of course, these loggers would need protection so they often went out with groups of fighters, the most popular was one lead by a dude named Drake.

In any case, Baron’s business mind could already see the potential of these models.

Without a doubt, a lot of these collectors would soon form the first rudimentary market in the territory.

And Baron was dead set on occupying a good place in it.

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While there were some already planning on how to get rich inside the territory, there were also some who wished to get stronger, aiming to fight not for the hide or their meat, but mostly for the experience.

"Aren’t you baiting too many?!" A man with fluffy red hair yelled at his brunette friend.

Their party of seven were now running from a mob of thirty. They had similar features to mole rats, only they were green and slimy.

Troy rolled his eyes, pulling on a wooden sword he bought from the territory.

Heaving a breath of relief, the backs further inwards and attacking the monsters get past the sentries. _{freēwēbnovel.com}