Garan, who was hyper-aware of everything related to his wife, smiled when he saw this. With his free hand, he patted her head.
"You are already part of our Mercenary Team," he said. "If you’d like, we can take on missions together even before we have a Hall in Alterra." They simply had to go to Ferrol and take missions from here.
This made Althea sparkle. Although she knew she couldn’t galavant around at this time—she had a territory and children to care for—she liked the fact that she had the option ready.
Another consideration she needed to take was the fact that Lords would be able to see that she was the ’Lord of Alterra’ as long as they peeked on their panels and looked for her name.
It was why during the few times she had gone to other territories—even during rescues—she made sure to stay outside the territory lines.
At the same time, the fact that she was here, in Ferron Town, meant that they trusted Jonathan who had made an oath with them.
Even if he found out—perhaps he already knew—it was unlikely he would be saying anything about it.
Even if he wanted to, he wouldn’t be able to.
The oath he sighed… had a lot of subtleties and traps that Mathilda placed there. They weren’t obvious, especially when one didn’t know the details and the secrets of the territory. But, even when they did find out anything, they wouldn’t be able to utter it out nor write it down at all!
Of course, this was something Jonathan would find out much later—not that it mattered. By that time, he could only be impressed.
The only dangerous exception to her going outside was during the Fargo war, but she entered with the Lord unaware she was there, and even when he was he’d be too busy, distracted, or in pain to look into it.
Granted, that was a risky move that could’ve gone wrong on so many levels so she didn’t dare test her luck anymore.
In this vein, it wasn’t like she wasn’t doing anything.
She dedicated a team (a subgroup in the maths-and-arrays team) to study the anti-slavery token that Oslo lent to her a long time ago.
In theory, the way that a person with the token could bypass the system and become an ’exception’ was because their status—or a certain part of it—as temporarily ’hidden’ from it.
She had studied its arrays and, though all of them were unfamiliar, she had a feeling that at least one of those arrays was set to ’hide’ status. This was the array she wanted to extract.
Anyway, that was a long way to go, so she focused on what she could learn now.
The next special building Jonathan took them after the Mercenary Hall was the Post Office, which was a specialty building that would be available as soon they became a Town.
The Post Office was the main communication method in Xeno, where one could send a letter to whoever you wanted and they could access the letter from a Post Office.
There was no alert sent to the specific recipient, however. The Post Office simply had an aether board-like thing near its counter where the recipients of unclaimed letters were listed.
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