After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World-Chapter 1139: Still Posting!

Next was Tronie’s turn, with Gauis waiting at the side for him to finish. He was a single guy whose parents died when he was young. However, he did have a rather solid group of friends, all of whom went through the Chancery to get hired in different places, except for one.

Because most of them jumped around territories and might not stay in one for long, this one person was the target of all their letters regardless of who it was addressed to. All of them made it into a habit to just write something for the other four, and such was what he did.

This was the first time he sent them a letter after a year. They were a very low-maintenance group of friends anyway—the type to not talk for months if not years, but when together, it seemed like they were never apart—and he wanted them to know that he was permanently staying here.

To avoid confusion, he didn’t send letters from Ferrol but instead waited for the Alterran Post Office to be created—which actually happened sooner than he thought.

In their small group of friends, he—a Materials expert—was among the least accomplished ones.

They all had different fields, but he did tell them a lot about Alterra. Unlike Gauis, he had the foresight to commission artwork. It was the scene of the entrance—the sight that would greet anyone who went past the gate.

It was drawn and painted with simple watercolor (he was still amazed by this by the way) which captured the vibrancy and quaintness of Alterra.

He invited them to join him if they could, but be sure to bring exotic things—whether it was seeds, materials, or knowledge—so they could get a jumpstart on their lives here.

After all, by the time they got here, competition was undoubtedly harsher.

Gauis, who was busy looking around until that moment, zoned in on the wonderful drawing in his hand.

"Whoa! Why didn’t you show me before?"

"Because I know you’d have begged for it."

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He wasn’t wrong.

Tronie smiled and shook his head, placing everything into one lovely envelope (bought in the Bookstore), and he added a few stickers to seal it.

It was an image of cute animals though in his case, because it was a novelty, he thought he was being ’cool and sophisticated’ rather than being cute.

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He placed the envelope on the platform. The smile on his face widened as he saw it disappear before his eyes.

"Dudes," he mumbled, excited to see them again. "Don’t embarrass me."

…

By this time, the queue was almost done, and the tea-drinking crowd had dispersed elsewhere, likely getting good seats for the event later.

Anyway, they were a village until a few days prior, so it was already a surprise there were so many people sending letters in the first place.

Clout, 1one of the people leading a construction team, quietly lined up and waited for his turn.

He couldn’t help but look at the large Post Office building as he approached, feeling turbulent in his heart.

Back when he was hired by a small village, how could he have thought it’d get to this level so quickly?

As for him, he was here to send letters to some old friends. They worked in towns and he would love to work with them again. Sir Oslo had given hints on the massive developments in the future and those guys would love to be a part of it.

Not far in the queue behind him was the handsome Thorance, who was planning to send a long letter home as well.

He had been sending one via Ferrol every month, and he—thanks to his friendship with Reddit—just had to pay some fees to receive the responses via messenger birds (which would already have letters with it anyway). However, during the previous month, there was no response at all which got him worried.

Hopefully, he would receive news soon, and now that there was a Post Office in the territory, he could send letters every few days—even if it meant he had to cut back on his daily expenses.

The cousins Saul and Seal Jo1 were also excited to send letters. Because Ferrol was not nearby, and they did not have direct access to the messenger birds, they could only send letters whenever there were caravans heading to Ferrol. Now, they could send them much more often!

Too bad their family was too far from Alterra.

There were also hires—who were elsewhere—but would’ve loved to see this too.

For instance, there was Tambai and Tanod,1 who were sent on a mission and sadly didn’t witness this. They had, however, sent some letters via Ferrol back then and they hoped to receive responses by the time their mission was over.

Near the end of the line was Buggy Poo1, the insect finder, who was a bit late to the party. People looked at him weirdly and if he had a clear skin on his body, he’d be flushed in shame.

His current appearance was… eye-catching, to say the least.

He got a bit careless and was stung all over by bees. Fortunately, the damned critters didn’t die when they did so, but they certainly caused him a lot of pain!

That said, his letter was a bit more squiggly than usual because even his fingers were bloated, but he couldn’t wait to send letters to his parents who had looked down on his job so much!

Of course, the whole honey thing was under a non-disclosure agreement. He could only be vague with his letters—just that he was part of a very important project in a Town, and was set to have a share and get rich from it!

Finally, at the end of the line was Rona and Mogi.1

They were once aborigines hired by Fargo in the Village Center. They went through a lot of twists and turns, and they did receive some monetary penalties for abandoning Fargo prematurely, but they had long recovered from that and were now living well.

Rona was working under Joanna, Jun’s Wife, the head chef of the Gaea Restaurant (Harold was the leader above Joana, but he rarely went to the restaurant now).

Rona had just been accepted after taking many night classes in the school and training hard. The next challenge was keeping up with the fast pace of a restaurant kitchen and—while it was difficult—she had learned so much the past month she had been there.

Mogi’s case was much more stable. He had been hired as a guard more than half a year ago, and he was now under Mao’s team. While he did have an occasional hard time following their pace, Mogi welcomed the challenge and had indeed found the best version of himself in Alterra.

They were both from Villages, but they were subsidiary to Towns. They hoped that their families would get their letters somehow.

There was no guarantee—no townsfolk would bother with villagers—but they had told their families that they would send letters if they could, so perhaps it would reach them somehow.

Interestingly, from here, one could see most of the ’NPCs’ Alterra hired at the Village level were actually from Towns or were closely related to them—sent or hired by villages for one reason or another.

It was quite fated, and these people felt so fortunate especially now that they could contact their homes more easily.

And then there were also those… with no one to send letters to.

For example, Lenny Miss, the Professional Clothes Maker and one of Althea’s first hires.

She did not line up, but she was in the street with Cathia 1and the other seamstresses, watching the fun. They had snacks in their hands of course, because how could they be gossiping without it.

However, while the seamstresses were chattering, Lenny was quiet, just staring into the Post Office building with deep thoughts.

Old Cathia turned to look at her like this, patting her shoulder. "Do you want to send letters?" Cathia asked, although rhetorically. "What for? Your family are all here."

Lenny blinked, and her eyes turned from dull to clear as she turned to look at the old woman, who smiled at her as if to confirm. "Right?"

The other ladies also heard this and turned to stare at her, as if waiting for her answer. Some looked like if she dared to answer the negative, she’d throw the popcorn on Lenny’s nose.

In the end, Lenny’s lips twitched upwards, and she slowly nodded her head. "Yes."

Clout Stone - Construction Dude. Tall, bulky, and bald middle-aged man.

Cousins. Saul Jo - armor maker Class D

Seal Jo -armor maker Class E.

Siblings born in town, cleaner parents.

Insect Guy

The deserters from Fargo

Cassie’s grandma