After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World novel Chapter 1822

Chapter 1822: Ruken is Hired

A/N: Fair warning, the chaps since a few days ago and some Chapters a few days from now might lack a bit of editing! My laptop broke and it’s wacky to edit in my phone xD I miss a lot more things. Just comment if you have fixes! I’ll do my best to edit them when I get my laptop back (though all paragraphs edited will lose the comments T_T)

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He’s gonna die, he’s gonna die, he’s totally gonna die—

Ba-dump, ba-dump

Ba-dump!

"Still not getting dressed?" the foreboding low voice sounded again, causing extra chills to his soul.

"A-Ah, yes!" He squealed, hurriedly taking a random shirt from his space.

It was upside down, though. Will it offend the Lord’s eyes?

Fortunately, after a long minute of silence, it seemed like he was going to survive the place, for now, because he was still breathing.

Ba-dump, ba-dump

He wondered if, after they found out how useless his inheritance was, would they be determined not to renew? Just to cut losses again?

Anyone who awakened an occupation would always move to towns, and then when their levels become sufficient and if the opportunity arises, perhaps they’d move to Cities to broaden their horizons and elevate their status.

So, despite professionals being very important to territories, the competition was fierce in towns and above, especially when there were not many towns and cities in the first place, at least compared to villages. There could be only one town in a hundred villages (or more), and a similar ratio existed from towns to cities.

Most towns could not afford to hire every professional that came their way, and they’d have to choose the better ones among the pool, since the hiring fee was the same per level regardless of their actual skill and inheritance.

If they were paying the same amount, Lords would naturally choose those with proper inheritances, right?

Hence, in his profile, he only mentioned Class E Weaponsmith. This was fine. As long as he wasn’t lying, he could write anything (or omit anything) from the Chancery applications.

"What is your inheritance?" A woman’s voice said and it was the Lord’s wife. He gaped at her beauty before gathering himself.

The Lord was definitely the overbearing macho type and he was afraid he would send icepicks to his eyes if he continued to stare.

Granted, seeing a man treasure a woman so much was very rare. And in the end, he really ended up staring. Not at the beauty, but at the couple’s interactions.

This calmed him down somewhat. Perhaps the lady’s softness would calm down the Lord.

"Milady—"

"She’s the Lord."

Gasp

He almost kneeled down for his continuous impertinence.

"Just answer the question," the man said and he hurriedly answered as he was asked.

"I...it’s not very special."

That said, as they were now, Ruken’s weapons really were useless in battle even in his own hand, but left it to obsessed Alterrans to figure something out.

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