After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World novel Chapter 1778

Chapter 1778: Another Upgrade

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Prague’s eyes sparkled and sipped a few more times, taking his time to relish the taste. Tronie grinned. Prague was the type to like full, sweet taste, and he figured he’d like hot cocoa.

"It’s called hot cocoa. It originated here, but I reckon it’d spread out more in the future."

"Hmm," Prague mumbled, taking another sip. And then a few more.

Tronie held back a chuckle.

"So what do you think so far?" he asked. "You still think I’m exaggerating?"

Prague sniffled. He was the most vocal when telling him he’s lying, trying to dismantle his ’imaginary new town’. "It’s not bad," he said.

"Also, I noticed it didn’t seem to have a chancery."

He was the most chancery-hopper among them. That was to say, after the contract period, he was most likely to change employers.

In Alterran terms, he was the ’job hopper’ or ’transient employee’. The longest he stayed in one town was probably 6 months. In a sense, he was also pretty well-traveled.

He could earn a lot of points just from sharing his map alone.

Of course, since he just jumped from town to town and not really roaming around, it was likely his map was blots in a dark map and wouldn’t really be too helpful in navigation. It would just be for record and information, but Alterra would want it anyway.

This was especially so if it was a Level 2 Town, because it could be a possible landing area for those using the Mercenary Hall. People who didn’t want to land in the wrong areas/regions could find this helpful.

It was understandable why Prague was bothered that there was no Chancery here. It was like the basis of his entire career.

Tronie thought of what to say and answered him honestly. "There’s no Chancery in Alterra because there is no need for it. They could have all the professionals they need just by looking around."

Chancery was just a place where people could find jobs, which also meant possibly losing talent to outsiders.

The reason why many other territories had it was that a good portion of the money the hired people paid monthly would go straight to the Lords’ wallets.

It was also practically free to build, in stark contrast with other town buildings that required thousands, if not tens of thousands, of gold to build. This was to encourage town lords to create one. Otherwise, with the limited building slots, few people would choose this.

"If you start working here, no one would work through there anymore, so it was useless."

The chancery was something useful to keep employees safe from harm and help them protect their rights, and this was why most were willing to pay to use this if they dared to get hired elsewhere.

But what if the dangers employees feared did not exist in the territory? What use would it have?

Out of all the "NPCs" hired through the center, not one had changed jobs since then. Went on vacation, sure, but otherwise? Yeah, they’re as Alterran as an Alterran could get now.

Anyway, this place was good, and Tronie wanted to recruit his friends to stay with him. He was just that good of a friend, always intent on sharing good things with people he liked.

Tronie looked at his friend. "Why did you quit your old job? You lasted the longest there."

Prague sighed. "Yeah, it was the most decent place where I earned the most with my tool."

Prague was at the peak of Class E Toolmaking, with his inheritance something called the Noise Ball.

It was a small marble that, when activated, made a loud noise that would irritate even Level 20+ monsters within a 10-meter radius.

It didn’t have physical damage (other than possibly to the ears of weaker people) but the noise it made could really save lives, especially when people were making escapes.

His previous employer was one he had served for six months because they paid well. It so happened that their monster mobs there were sensitive to sound, so his balls were the best weapons. He would receive 2% commission for every tool he made on top of his salary.

However, the old Lord died, and the heir took over, and he tried to remove the commission, saying the balls only made sound anyway and were otherwise useless.

His pride couldn’t handle it, and he quit. Very publicly, too, like he yelled at the damned bastard that he’d destroy his old man’s legacy with his stupidity someday, and he’s glad he’s not there to see it.

Yes, yes, he had anger management issues, but whatever.

He was also a bit sad that the Lord died. He was a pretty decent guy.

In any case, Prague did not know where to go, so he just jumped around (he and his friends were part of a D-class mercenary team), did random missions he could handle, and eventually got further East to this region.

Tronie saw that he triggered some bad memories and sighed.

"Well, what matters now is that you enjoy yourself here!" Tronie said, and then he dragged his friend straight to the arcade.

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