After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World - Chapter 1722

Capítulo 1722: Reset for Voumi

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Soon, the new Lord, Rowan —who was only in his early level 20s—emerged, wearing a simple, but classy, suit Silvia brought with her. It was a mix of local nobles’ attire, but with some sensibilities from Terran.

It featured a long, patterned robe, but the cut was meant to emphasize his good shape and broad shoulders.

Silvia herself came along, holding his arms, and she wore a beautiful dress with a color theme that matched his.

She could see eyes on the nobles that surrounded them, all with various emotions and biases, but what was consistent was the admiration for their suits.

She should send Andrei and Veronica a bonus later.

Rowan stood tall in front of the crowd, his red hair particularly bright. If they did not know his level, they might not have been able to tell that his level was just average compared to most people in that room.

They looked at him with various expressions on their faces, some of distaste, some sour, and some interested. Regardless of how they felt about him, they were sure to listen aptly to what he had to say.

Rowan felt very awkward standing in front of people, but his woman’s hand reassuringly patted his arm.

“I am the New Lord of Voumi Town, Rowan. And since I had been…blessed with holding the token, please be assured that I will do my best to help put Voumi back on track.”

“I’m sure everyone is aware of its current state, and it would only be a matter of time before the rot expanded so much that it would take down the entire territory,” he paused, looking at his audience. “We will rebuild our Town together, and I hope everyone will cooperate to achieve this.”

At his words, a scoff sounded from the side. It was so loud that he, along with others, couldn’t help but turn to the person.

“Isn’t it true that your people planned everything?” he asked. This was something everyone had been whispering about. People could surmise that Alterra had a big hand in what ultimately caused Voumi’s loss.

Not to mention, they practically purged so many from their positions.

In their minds, how dare an Alterran speak of rebuilding when they were responsible for it?

“No, Mafo and his cronies did it to themselves,” he said, stern, knowing full well there was nothing to feel guilty about. “They simply took and victimized our people too, so we had to intervene to keep their lives.”

“The Old Voumi fell because it was already dying.

“With the rate it was going, it would’ve dragged everyone— especially you, the people who lived here—down along with it.”

A silence followed after that, but it was not awkward. Rather, it was full of introspection.

Rowan took this chance to hammer down on his goals. “If everyone promises to cooperate, then we can promise to restore—no, improve—Voumi Town, so that it could become a decent home to live in once again.”

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As Rowan and Silvia descended from the stage, they were greeted by various individuals. At the same time, the party continued, and the buffet area added main dishes for everyone to enjoy.

When the food entered the room, everyone’s gaze followed after it, unconsciously gulping down.

This time, the offerings were a mix of gugu bird cuisines, beef cuisines, and pork cuisines. There were also vegetable dishes, various types of starches (and even the never-before-seen-in-Voumi pastas), as well as a plethora of sweets.

Although various people had mixed things to say about Rowan’s words, they were fairly unanimous in appreciating his banquet.

Rowan and Silvia, arm in arm, walked around to speak with their guests. The redhead was already tired before the banquet started, but fortunately, he had Silvia with him to push him, start conversations, and keep them going in the proper direction. She also had a way of excusing them from certain groups without offending them, especially when they were exhausted or just didn’t want to talk to those individuals anymore.

They soon ended up on one end of the room, and Rowan was startled to see the Thebes couple there, silently eating their food on a table.

There were a few who tried to approach, but the couple were just polite and a little dismissive. The people didn’t overstay their welcome simply because there were many others they could network with in the room. Otherwise, it was estimated they’d have shamelessly lingered for longer.

Silvia and Rowan looked at each other, and they headed to the couple. They were indeed old, but they still had that classiness that was not found in most nobles.

The old couple saw them and gestured to stand, making the classic gestures of greeting. “Ah, Milord.”

“Milord.”

Many of the nobles from before did not bother to do this.

“No need to stand up,” Rowan said, forever uncomfortable with the address. He then felt Silvia gently poking him, reminding him to speak more.

He cleared his throat. “What do you think of the food?”

“It is very tasty,” the old man said, looking genuine. “A territory that can produce something like this can indeed conquer others, even without violence.”

His wife nodded, staring at Rowan. “Can you tell us more?” They also gestured towards the chairs next to them, inviting, and also surprising several people around them.

Elron and the other guards were timely and stood between the table and the incoming guests, making sure that they were not interrupted by others.

The two pairs got along surprisingly well, with the younger pair telling various stories that could be public knowledge to them. They made sure to put Alterra in a very good light, and they did not even have to lie or embellish anything.

“Not bad,” the Thebes patriarch, Thaon, said as he looked at Rowan, eyes fixing on his red hair. “Not bad at all.”