After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World novel Chapter 2007

Chapter 2007: Acero Town Lord

"I only mean for you to use other cards to secure a backing for yourself," she said. "The ideal, of course, is to not damage Illyan’s interest in this matter. The Glens are simply backup in case you need more weight in your voice."

The best-case scenario was winning Illyan and Acero Town over simultaneously, while also gaining some benefits for the Glens. Going past Illyan might become a point of criticism on Wilem when he returned as the heir.

Only two or three high nobles in Holt had level 3 towns associated with them. For the Glens, their largest territories were two level 2 towns, Baccal Town being one of them. Both were quite far away, but they had Mercenary Halls to connect them at least.

"The succeeding deals would depend on the Lord’s character," she said. "But...the Glens know of people who can maximise the metal found here, even better than the experts at Illyan. You can promise that connection."

She had gone around Illyan, and while she did not see everything (they only spent a day there), Garan had a glimpse of their ’premium’ products. Using his ability, he could determine the workmanship, and it was something only apprentices in Alterra would make.

Incorporating the metal into great alloys was fairly easy for Alterran blacksmiths. They’d even make money for lending the technology.

As for why she didn’t want Alterra involved directly, this place was too far. Why not share a bit of tech for goodwill and a bit of hands-off profit?

Wilem looked at her. "That’s a bit too much to promise, isn’t it?"

The more he heard, the more apprehensive he got.

How did she even know so much? Even if it was true, how could she guarantee the Glens would help out? He and that distant cousin of his had only spoken a few sentences over the past few years.

Wilem was a noble, and he had seen a lot of scheming, though not many had been directed at him. From what he observed, if something was too good to be true or if someone was promising too much, then it was likely a lie.

He did not want to doubt the nice lady who had been helping them out, but it was just his nature to be a bit more guarded. He couldn’t help it.

Garan looked badly at him. How dare he doubt his wife when she was helping him so much?

Althea chuckled. "I’m not the one asking for help."

Wilem paused and nodded. Indeed. He was being presumptuous. He was raised as the heir, and most of what he said went, with people adjusting to him, and he got used to it.

Now, finally outside his family’s sphere of influence, he was slapped with the fact that he was weak and useless, unable to do anything on his own.

Althea appreciated that he was more introspective than offended by her actions, so she added a few more clues.

"When the time comes for you to message the Glens, ask for their young master. Tell him that Miss Althea said you can ask for help."

...

How dare that bastard Orny demand for his niece as well?!

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