After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World novel Chapter 94

Althea smiled at the energized atmosphere althroughout the territory. However, she knew that the splurge of announcements wasn’t over yet.

Following the economy, it was time to improve the territory’s military might.

The reason why economy came first was that the sentries and the wall had been providing them with enough protection. She had decided to improve people’s spirts first.

She also preferred thinking about money than military affairs any day.

Sigh. If her husband was here, she could throw this problem to him and not care about it anymore.

But he wasn’t, so she could only adjust. As she relaxed, she mused as to how to handle this issue when she didn’t know anything.

At this thought, a familiar face appeared in her head: Drake. Her husband was not here, but there was someone who knew no less about these issues. It was still someone they could trust. With a smile, she stood up and went to knock on the opposite door.

She knocked a few times before the gate opened, revealing a middle-aged woman with a bun hairstyle. She remembered that she came with Mathilda’s team back then. Her name was Belinda, and back in Terran she used to be an antique appraiser, which was an unfortunately useless job to have at this time.

For now, anyway. Althea, for one, never thought any skill was useless.

Althea smiled at her. "May I see auntie?"

"Of course." The other woman said, letting her in. "She’s in the verandah."

"Thank you," Althea said, entering with a smile. Because the layout of farm villas were similar, Althea didn’t need guidance to get to the older woman.

When she entered, she saw Mathilda was sitting on the verandah on her rocking chair (Baron got quite a lot of talented people in a day), staring blankly into space.

Althea stopped herself from making any more noise. She didn’t say anything for a while, wondering how she’d give the woman some pasttime to distract her from worrying excessively for her children.

At the moment, Mathilda’s livelihood was a landlord, in which she rented out rooms to her former companions. This meant she had too much time in her hands, and therefore too much time to fret about how her children were.

After a while, Althea finally decided to knock on the already-opened door, to catch the woman’s attention.

"Good afternoon, auntie."

The older woman’s face warmed from her previous blank expression.

"Come, sit." She said, pointing at the opposite rocking chair. Althea nodded and relaxed, and the two were silent for a while after that, simply appreciating the peace and each other’s silent company.

After a while, Mathilda finally spoke, turning her head a little to Althea’s direction. "Is there anything you need, child?"

"Hmm…" She mumbled, eyes closed as she rocked back and forth in the chair. She then stilled and opened her eyes, looking at the elder. "Auntie. May I borrow Drake?"

Mathilda’s eyebrows rose in interest, and Althea went on to explain. "I’m planning to form a guard team, but most people only had the mandatory military training at school. I hope to hire him as an instructor."

Mathilda paused, looking at her in surprise. But not even a moment later, she nodded in approval.

Althea blinked. So easy?

Mathilda saw her daze and chuckled. "If he’s willing, he can do whatever he wants. He’s done enough for me." Mathilda paused, "I had already told him this as early as when we entered the territory.

"It’s a good way to force him around young beautiful women. He ought to fix that excessive selective shyness of his or he would never get a wife!"

The two women laughed at the man’s expense, sharing stories they had heard about his embarassments.

Poor Drake.

…

Ha-choo!

About a few hundred meters from the wall, a certain woman-shy man sneezed.

It wasn’t that he was afraid of women in general, but only young beautiful ones. He vaguely remembered as a kid, he was adorable and didn’t speak much, and he happened to come upon a rowdy group of young girls who pinched him and patted his head.

They were smiling as they surrounded him, blowing compliments endless compliments with their high-pitched voices.,

It terrified him.

Anyway, this issue had never hindered his work before so he never really got his way around it.

But now…

"Drake… am I doing this correctly?" One woman, a ginger named Jona, waved her sword in the air, trying to show him a technique he showed the group before.

He froze, nodding blankly. Then there was a black-haired woman with sun-kissed skin, Yen, who appeared right beside the Jona. She showed her own sword skills, much flashier than Jona, who rolled her eyes in response.

"It’s like this right? Drake?" She said, smiling brightly with heavy blush on her face.

Drake gulped, freezing, not knowing what to do.

To be honest, he’d rather face a mob of monsters than these two women.

"Drake, help!"

Someone from his team called, as he was being attacked by three monsters, and Drake was improperly relieved of the news.