After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World novel Chapter 1155

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Speaking of proposals, there was a particular wedding that had been delayed for a long time, but was finally seeing the light. This was because the person the couple had been waiting for had finally arrived with one of the caravans.

One of the many groups that had arrived with the mass influx of foreigners was from Glaston—Brenda’s Hometown.

There was Raphten, Brenda’s childhood friend, his partner, and a few of the members of their caravan. Like Bart, Raphten had also secured the distribution of a few products.

Glaston was quite far from Alterra, at least a few weeks of travel, so among the partners they were the ones who had returned the least.

Further, Raphten’s team wasn’t too wealthy and couldn’t buy too many things, so the stocks were limited, adding to the premium state of whatever they brought back home. The products were just so good and novel that many people had to get more of them.

With such a status, businessmen would definitely find a way to get a share of the pie!

However, unlike Bart or Enok, Raphten and his partner were simple merchants who couldn’t protect their trade secrets very well. After the second batch, various factions started to get more interested in their source than their products.

There were a lot of threatening involved, and a lot of insults were thrown. Even his sexual orientation was attacked. Their relationship was spread around the territory, and there were more than a few times he received a rock to his head.

However, Raphten stood strong and allied with those who didn’t threaten them, but were powerful enough to keep the others at bay. Raphten let these parties handle the rest, as well as keeping those people from finding out about this place.

They would definitely do their best, after all, their interests were tied now.

Anyway, they traveled for a few weeks in their beast carts, looking forward to the loot they’d take home. Imagine how annoyed they were when they got blocked off from entering Alterra!

The only comfort was that the associate village they landed on—Bright Village—also had versions of those products. They naturally swept those away and threw money at them. However, there were still items they could not produce, so they resolutely refused to leave without getting to Alterra.

The Lord there, Micheal, was fortunately a sensible young man (unlike the Elders of Alterra) and hosted them quite well. A few days back, he also told them that a war was going to happen in Alterra and it was best to relax with them for a few more days.

Their stay in Bright Village was akin to a quaint vacation, with good food, decent lodging, and hospitable people. All that gold they spent even before landing in Alterra was worth it.

However, when they actually got to Alterra a few hours ago, they realized they still underestimated the place after all! Fortunately, they were rich merchants so all that gold they spent in Bright didn’t put a large dent in their wallets, otherwise, they’d die of regret right now!

Anyway, by the time they entered the outer plaza and rode in the bike carts for the first time, all the annoyance they had felt back then was forgotten.

They wouldn’t be leaving for a long time after this, going on to have a Quiant Vacation Part 2.

Among this group of merchants was a very important person to an Alterran. This was the 65-year-old Birion, Brenda’s father and also a Class C weaponsmith!

He was sitting on a six-seater cart pulled by a single man (the driver’s prerogative; apparently this set-up earned the most money), so the speed was admittedly a bit slower than others and they could see broats and bikes go past them one after the other.

However, they were in no rush. The sight of the street was beautiful, and they would definitely walk around after settling their things in the hotel.

The old man looked out with a soft smile. "It seems like my daughter has been living well as she said." To be honest, he thought she was exaggerating a lot in her letters to reassure him. He was apparently thinking too much.