After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World novel Chapter 1194

Althea put the aether letter down and looked at the people around her. She felt bad at bursting their celebratory mood, but—

"Basset Town is preparing for an attack."

The nearby adults paused and turned, wondering if they heard that right. When they saw the couple's expression, they confirmed its validity.

This news naturally deflated the happy atmosphere in the room, though the little babies seemed to like the steps and kept dancing.

"Wigguw wigguw wigguw…" they mumbled with those milky voices of theirs, wiggling their diapered bums in good fun.

The adults couldn't help but chuckle, and the tense atmosphere lit up a bit.

"So they finally attacked, huh?" Ansel mumbled as he sat down in the nearest seat. "There goes the babies' first birthdays…"

"Well, it's not like we can't celebrate right after that…"

Of course, they were worried. They prepared and delayed as much as they could but there were limits villages could not reach, including the people's levels.

The past two weeks, the production and training had never stopped. Everyone only had 3 or 4 hours of sleep every day, and those with higher levels like Garan probably had less.

However, even if they made up for defense and weapons, if this war happened now, there would still be unprecedented losses for Alterra.

"They attacked as soon as they could…" Winona mumbled, quite annoyed.

"This was the logical step. They think we have been weakened by the previous war and the stronger monster mobs we are now continuously subjected to." Garan said.

"They're also worried some other town will attack us," he added. "In their minds, we are a prize to be won."

Although they performed extraordinarily well for the Village Tier, Towns naturally had their own arrogance. Even if Alterra were strong, in their minds, that could only be in the Village level. A newly-minted town cannot compare to them.

In a sense, this wasn't entirely a bad thing. Alterra could use being underestimated again, rather than the enemy being overtly prepared.

He'd rather they get attacked by Towns other than Basset, too. After all, the latter had Fargo who could provide some information about them—particularly to warn about not underestimating them, and perhaps some strategy of what they could do.

He might even introduce some important technology, like bombs, though the material would be a challenge. No one could master the oaths yet, especially the vague ones, so it was best to assume that he could still do some indirect damage to them at this point.

Thinking of that guy, he couldn't help but feel ashamed again. It was his oversight that let him go away. If he had defeated those level 20s faster—

He stopped himself from dwelling on this. Instead, he let this shame fuel his desire to become even stronger—so strong that no amount of Fargo's scheming would be able to touch him.

He still had ways to go, but his progress was really not to be underestimated. He reached the edge of level 30 in the span of over a year. Even in Towns, this was many years of progress of fighters. _{freewebnσvel.cøm}

Garan also built a wide and intricate network of knowledge within the territory and beyond. He knew quite a few Towns had been eyeing them.

In response, he made sure the forces in Alterra were as strong as they could be, considering all the limitations.

The training of the guards had become much harsher in the past couple of months. Their average levels and fighting prowess had only been going in a steep line upwards.

Otherwise—even with the enemies serving as cannon fodders—Alterra wouldn't have gotten unscathed in the Upgrade Mob.

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