After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World novel Chapter 1377

Chapter 1377: Rowan’s Grandmother

The prevalent housing module in the Town was a two-storey building, placed side by side to save space.

In some areas, these houses also doubled as shops and shop houses. It also had a number of open spaces, and its main roads were wide enough for two beast cars to pass by.

There were some awkward spaces, awkward bends, weird bottlenecks, and the like, but compared to normal villages, it had pretty decent planning.

Voumi was an old town after all, and it had decades upon decades to improve upon itself.

Rowan took Silvia straight to the house he had been renting to see his grandmother.

Their house was located in the Western district, which was one of the more decent places for low-income households like theirs. It was also a bit more expensive, especially when one wasn’t well-off, but he was willing to do so for peace of mind.

"Tell me about your grandmother..." Silvia said with a smile. She wanted to know more about the woman who raised Rowan.

The more she saw about this world, the more she appreciated Rowan’s tolerance. It would really take a very strong woman to raise a man like Rowan in this world that looked so badly down on her.

Rowan’s eyes warmed at the thought of the old woman.

"She’s the only adult I grew up with. My mother died giving birth to me, you see," he said as they walked forward. He couldn’t help but think of various memories of the place as he grew up.

Rather than his grandmother teaching him unorthodox things, it was more that Rowan found it odd that she wasn’t more respected.

Basically, because men were often fighting, hunting, (or philandering), it was the women who were keeping the family together. He never did understand why they were treated like they were.

He was very vocal in asking these questions too, which caused him to be treated as a ’weird’ kid for a while.

Other than that, even when he was without parents, he grew up like any other kid in this neighborhood.

Basically, as soon as they were able, they’d help the adults meet their needs. They would also play a few hours afterwards, and he did have a couple of friends growing up.

The outside of a Town was too dangerous for them, so they always stayed within the walls. The only job they could take was gathering resources like wood and stone.

If their parents had a job or a specialty—regardless of whether it was stamped by the system—then they’d probably apprentice there to learn the trade.

His grandmother’s work was hemp cloth seamstress, the only type of cloth readily available to commoners and below. There were plants inside so he and his grandma would wake up early to gather those resources before anyone else.

One day though, it was discovered that he was an elementalist, even before he awakened. The Lord apparently checked the list every few years and saw his name there.

He was taken by the guard team to be trained, raised to be loyal to the territory, and that he was.

One had to know that being an elementalist and being a guard was a great honor that paid well in the territory, and he happened to be both. Those were grandma’s proudest moments and the smile on her face was something he still remembered.

However, because a lot of the monsters outside were too strong for the weaklings and the Training Hall was expensive, his level wasn’t as fast as it could’ve been.

However, he worked hard and made sure to jump into battle when the monster mobs included monsters he could handle, using his element to the maximum capability. He could even serve as a great assist to handling town-level monsters.

This was why he was still better than others and he had slowly become a rising favorite amongst the guards.

It irked Hesso, the Lord’s nephew, who was older than him by a couple of years, and was also a couple levels higher.