After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World - Chapter 1749

Capítulo 1749: Alterran Mercenary Hall! (Part 2)

In a few days, the Grandmaster Hoffen was turning 130 years old, which was kind-of a milestone date.

She had been planning a surprise birthday party for him for a few weeks now, and she had to say she was disappointed the surprise was ruined.

As for why it was a surprise, coming from someone who really didn’t care for it (and despite Grandmaster Hoffen looking like someone who would find it troublesome), Althea had a feeling that he actually might like such a thing.

Even now, even if he looked indifferent, one could see with his slightly flushed face and continuous tapping of his knee, showing that he was actually a bit excited for it.

Well, it wasn’t too bad. He was happy regardless.

In fact, those people probably didn’t mean to blurt out the surprise. She had a guess that it was someone from the pharmacy team. Whenever something non-profession-related happens, their mouths get loose.

Further, since it was in the territory of the Research Center, where everyone was already under oath, some people tended to be a bit careless (since they were mentally tired from having to keep their mouths shut outside).

Somehow, the party probably blurted it out while people were preparing gifts.

Althea sighed and headed to the mission board, looking curiously at the missions posted so far. Considering that the Hall had literally just been opened, there were already quite a number of new missions.

The priority in the list was missions from Alterra, and then followed by the rest of the world’s, so it was easy to see that there were already dozens sent out just from Alterra alone.

They were mostly escort missions, she took note, but it was probably a mission to get people from their own territory directly to Alterra.

Speaking of this, she had added in the Rules about the visa requirements, and naturally, everyone heading through the array would also undergo it unless they were fine to be tagged as suspicious individuals.

Other than those, the Alterrans themselves really didn’t have many requirements for mercenaries, though she reckoned that’d change soon when they started travelling far and wide. She kind of looked forward to when that’d happen.

She wondered when it’d be her turn to use this…

While she was in thought, she heard her master stand up. “Ah, I got the acceptance.”

“For materials?”

“Those were already confirmed some time ago. This one’s a shallow mission.”

Shallow missions referred to the missions taking advantage of the loophole to use the Hall’s teleportation arrays. Of course, the cost was massive, but money was never a problem with the Grandmaster. It could also be done very, very few times a year, because of the Hall’s in-built debugging functions.

She curiously watched as her master clicked on the panel and headed straight to the door to the array. He himself could not go in, but he was there to greet them well.

Soon, the light died out, and a person emerged. It was an old white-haired man with an afro hair and dark skin. The face was blank for a moment, though his eyebrows rose high when he saw the Grandmaster.

“Oh?” he said, looking around the unusually-designed Hall, “So this is where you’ve been, eh?”

“This is Cheman, he’s a Class B Alchemist,” Hoffen said to Althea with a casual tone. On the other hand, he then introduced Althea to the other with a bright smile on his face. “This is my one and only apprentice.”

This introduction seemed to have intrigued the dark-skinned alchemists.

“Nice to meet you!” he said, showing off his white teeth. “I can’t believe he’d get an apprentice in his lifetime!! My condolences.”

“…”

Hoffen scoffed, shaking his head in disapproval. “He’s pretty young, so he’s still a bit stupid.”

“I’m over eighty years old…” Cheman mumbled, and he couldn’t help but look around.

“This territory spent a bit of money on decorations…” he said, eyes fixed on the stalls. He gestured to head there to see what it was in curiosity.

He ended up at the sandwich stall, though he seemed very curious about the different flavors there.

There were a few people buying in the stalls too, and the old man watched them choose, wondering which ones sold best.

Althea kindly guided him and told him what taste and texture to expect. She also showed him the other two stores, introducing each item to him as well. They limited the choices on purpose.

It was not only for operations, but also to avoid analysis paralysis, especially since many of the people coming here might never have seen Alterran food at all.

A couple of minutes later, the afro-old-man returned with his hands full. He was happily munching on them, not caring if he was mixing savory and sweet in his mouth.

“…”

Althea felt a bit bad to feed a master alchemist stall food upon arrival. “We can bring him to a restaurant,” she said. Wasn’t this being too…unhospitable?

In fact, Althea had wanted to guide them out as soon as the guest went out of the array, but her master stayed seated. It so happened that she saw the other alchemist heading to the store and came with him.

Hoffen waved away her concern. “Let him be,” he said, casually taking a BLT sandwich from Cheman’s arms. Cheman glared at him, but he was too engrossed with eating to bother.

Hoffen sneered and opened the sandwich, taking a big bite.

Crunch!

Chew, chew

For a while, except for the chatters of the other guests, all Althea heard was the sound of two alchemists chewing.

It was only after the sandwich was consumed that her master spoke. “There’s one more we have to wait for.”

“Who?” she asked. Before he could answer her, Hoffen flinched and nodded. He probably received the notification that indicated that the person was arriving.

Soon, the array once again lit up, and they saw another old person emerge.

This time, it was bald, a stark contrast to the afro-chemist. He did have a long beard, though, which somewhat reminded her of those old monks in old eastern countries.

“His name is Zenno,” Hoffen said, indifferently. “I told you about him before. He’s the other Class A Alchemist.”

Althea blinked.

…what?