After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World novel Chapter 630

"I’m curious because we’re so new to this world… our village also needs to have more children, so we want to know more."

"Well, it is more difficult to have children as one’s level increases," Olga said. "So I recommend making more babies while the average level in the territory is still low."

There were a few exemptions—like her mother—but it was better to be safe than sorry.

"As for powers… Children generally start battling outside at 12 years old, because it’s the age most people would be mature enough to hold a legitimate weapon and not just drop it to the ground.

"However, some noble children would receive some training from captured beasts much earlier," she said. "Regardless of the circumstance, the chance to see if one has special abilities is still level 10 for everyone."

This meant that if a child reached level 10 early on, then they would still have the chance to exhibit power. This was the case with that guy from Holt City, who exhibited an element as early as 11 years old.

He might be younger than Oslo, but he was really much more talented in terms of fighting. The only reason he hasn’t reached level 40 was because of an unfortunate accident that delayed him for ten years.

"I see… thank you."

At this, Althea was both relieved and troubled.

She was relieved to know that her children seemed to have a guaranteed ability—which equated to a layer of protection for them—but at the same time, she was also troubled because they seemed to have no idea how to deal with it.

Before she could go deep into worry, the door opened abruptly, making everyone turn their heads with raised guards.

It was Garan with red eyes. He strode forward and grabbed her shoulders, immediately shielding her from the others.

"Are you alright?!"

He was sweaty and panic-stricken. They had obviously rushed to get back.

There should still be a few more hours of travel left. Since he said they’d do a leisurely pace before, then he must’ve consumed a lot of energy during the last leg of the trip to get back here so soon.

However, it seemed like Garan went on full-on panic mode that she couldn’t ask.

Althea was very confused. "Of course. What makes you think otherwise?"

"I received the announcement to the Elders and…"

Oops.

He meant that announcement to all elders to keep a consistent story while she was dealing with the aborigines. She couldn’t have everyone saying different things, right?

In retrospect, the notification saying ’Received an order: Never allow Altera to be a subsidiary’ was indeed a little misleading. He probably thought she was ’held at gunpoint’ or something.

She sighed and handed him a bottle of water and potions to heal him. "Calm down, everything is okay…"

The drenched Garan heaved a deep breath, taking the bottles to drink.

While he was doing so, Althea cleared her throat, looking at her guests with an awkward smile. "This is my husband, father of my children."

Garan turned to them, guarded, and although the man had a lower level than, well, all of them, they still felt a chill.

It was here that Garan realized there were acquaintances in the room. He nodded, cool as a cucumber as if he wasn’t just super fazed earlier on.

"He’s your husband?" Jonathan blinked. They hadn’t been in the territory long enough to gather such gossip, nor would they put two-and-two together even if they did.

But his shoulders relaxed in the end, and he couldn’t help chuckling a bit. "Well, thinking about it," he paused. "No one else would suit each other more than you two."

…

They decided to finalize and formalize all their deals later in the day in the village center, especially since a number of them would be selling items for the soon-to-open Contribution Store as well.

There were still a few more things Althea had to discuss with the Golds, so Jonathan’s party had to excuse themselves.