After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World novel Chapter 441

His cronies looked interestingly at his token and the special tool.

"Can you tell us more information about the territories, Milord?" They asked, eager to know where their next catch would be.

To be honest, when they found out about Territory Wars they were… excited.

Bombing and mass shootings were fun and all, but there was something more… endearing… about killing with medieval cold weapons. The feeling of slicing people’s skin, seeing them bleed up close, was a different sort of fun.

At this time, Amon was looking at his Lord Panel screen, which had additional columns indicating the visionstone’s information.

With the Visionstone, as long as the territory was in his panel, he would also find their level and population. He could even see their wealth and resources!

It really was useful—too useful. It might even be illegal. Which territory would allow such intimate information to be released?

He wondered whether Belize got it from legit channels at all.

But no matter, it was his now.

Other than these, he would also be able to see the mysterious stat: the Prestige.

According to Belize, the exact way to measure prestige was still unclear. However, it could be approximated with the number of population, the number of recurring visitors, and the variety of locations the territory attracted. Most of all, the territory’s influence on other territories and their citizen also seemed to have a bearing on this so-called prestige.

For example, there were cases where one individual had gained massive fame, and it somehow boosted his hometown’s prestige as well.

As a territory with a lot of Aborigines and huge amounts of population within a short period of time, he naturally had a higher-than-average prestige for his tier.

Fargo was currently a Level Three village with a population of 14978 with Prestige at 145.

Prestige was a requirement to upgrade to become a Town, though the exact amount was still unclear. According to Belize, based on the growth of the territory, he should take only a few more years before he could upgrade.

This was already extremely fast according to the aborigines, even superior to the records of this world’s top cities.

There were others who were not too far behind him, however. Bright was a Level three village with 11890 population. It had a prestige of 90. This was impressive and truly captured his attention.

He also had around 120 gold and ample resources.

Next was Vismont, also a Level Two village with 9870 population and a prestige of 52. Gold was at a pitiful 50, and his resources average.

The others seemed to be as expected with Juno Village as a Level Two village with 5879 population and 0 Prestige and Diana Village, a Level Two village with 6566 population and 0 prestige. He didn’t even bother with their resources.

From this alone, one could see how far superior Fargo was to others.

However, as he looked at the list, another name appeared. It was an unfamiliar name.

Altera Village. Level 3 Village. 2000 Residents—

But—as if losing a signal—there was no more information.

He turned his head to Belize and asked why this was so. The aborigine paused and thought for a while before coming to a conclusion, "It likely means that the scout passed before he could stay the required amount of time." This amount of time varied, depending on how far the territory was.

Belize couldn’t be certain, simply because such detailed information wasn’t public knowledge even if he had been a lord’s confidante. Not to mention, to his knowledge, it hadn’t happened to his former lord before.

This was actually correct. The scout was killed before he was given enough time to ’register’ the data long enough to send it back.

But this was a story for another time.

As Fargo entered a short daze, the scouts continued to report. He snapped out of it and stared, making the man flinch under his sharp stare.

"What other resources are available?"

"Juno and Diana Village had the usual vegetation of their area, though the former was with much scarcer numbers. On the other hand, Bright and Vismont was definitely much better.

"The lives of the people in these two territories were… good." The man paused, flinching. "But not as good as our Fargo."

"Tell us more."

"Yes, milord."

The person assigned to Bright spoke first. His name was Eli, and they were one of Fargo’s best scouts. "Bright Territory also had level 3 walls and even denser sentries than we have."

"What?"

"It’s not that different, but I heard that the lord solicited a lot of money to be able to afford it. In exchange, he gave a lot of benefits to the donors."