After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World novel Chapter 1482

Chapter 1482: Otto and Misha

A/N: Just got word that there’s a bug on the comments lately. Like, the comments will fortunately appear on the story, but they’re not forwarded in our (authors’) dashboards. So if I never reacted or commented on your comment, please know I just didn’t see it xD Please keep commenting tho!!

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"Enok" was indeed with Hesso, and he had been hanging around there in the past couple of days.

The actual plan didn’t involve this guy except to keep him out of the way, but Otto was the type of person to plant things here and there, just in case.

In Voumi’s case, he decided to add a bit of tension between the current Lord and the ’assumed’ heir. Who knew if it could be useful someday? There would be no loss to him.

And he got to see some interesting shows as well.

"Kiss me..." Hesso told the woman next to him. She smiled beautifully at him, but as someone who had been with a lot of women, Otto could tell she felt uncomfortable.

"I’m shy, Master Hesso," she said, demurely leaning her head away. "I only want our moment to be between us, you know?"

Hesso looked at her with admiration, and Otto could tell this was a line she used often when the man made a move in public. She would then probably convince him that they did the deed with her ability, even when nothing happened.

At least that was what he hoped was happening.

He should feel bad, but Otto couldn’t help but want to push it a bit. He told himself he was just curious, and that he was here to plant contingencies

Sadly, his appearance and his apparent interest in Misha made Hesso want to show her off.

His eyes met hers, and for some odd reason, it felt like they were daring each other. Misha narrowed her hazel eyes as she looked at him, and he really did feel guilty.

"I want to show off this time..." Hesso said, a lecherous smile gracing his face. He was a little inebriated (this man was rarely purely sober), and his hand on her waist began to crawl upwards.

It didn’t just make Misha’s skin crawl, it pinched several nerves on Otto’s.

He cleared his throat, pulling attention back to himself. "Hesso, actually, I’m here often to gauge your skills."

"What?" Hesso’s eyebrows furrowed as he looked at him. "What do you mean?"

"You are the heir for this territory, right?" he asked, schooling his annoyed expression into a solemn one. "Well, my master from a City is interested in taking this Town as a subsidiary, and he wants to make sure the continuity is okay."

Hesso’s annoyance was lifted when he heard of ’heir’. He liked hearing it and he liked it being acknowledged by everyone, especially by outsiders.

Seeing him not thinking of flirting with Misha anymore, Otto heaved a breath of relief. Speaking of a ’master city’, the letter should have arrived by now.

The farthest City he had ever been in was Warrior City—the System Barracks as well as the Warrior Arena’s city of origin.

He happened to have developed a bit of a friendship with Virion, the heir to the City. To be honest, he was a bit of a musclehead, but he was an honest guy who was loyal to people he acknowledged.

That said, Otto thought he’d ask a few things before doing this favor (just for the sake of it), but unexpectedly, he was cooperative from the get-go.

Otto just had to tell him where he was staying, and the man promised to help out with whatever he needed.

He didn’t know if it was his imagination, but the discussion became smoother when he mentioned ’Alterra’.

Anyway, this meant that the letter that arrived for "Enok" was not just a letter from Warrior City—it was an official one. This was why Otto could discuss these deals with confidence.

Back to the present, Otto stared at the other man. "Each generation has its own ideas...I worry the current Lord could be fixated on the current status quo. His approach to a dying industry, for one, isn’t very reassuring."

At this, Hesso nodded. "I agree! No one’s buying those things anymore! He should be focusing on getting something else that makes money!"

He sounded logical now, but what Hesso really had in mind was further enhancing the gambling and prostitution industries.

Regardless, that was none of his concern. Otto simply nodded in agreement. "I’m sure you have your own ideas as the future Lord, and I’m sure you will have the foresight to make good relations with our City.

"That said, I hope that you, as the heir, can also help me get better deals with the Elementalists," he said. "My City would owe you people a lot."

With this, both Mafo and Hesso would be willing to send the slaves away for a good price. Ideally, even those who didn’t manage to ’infect’ with illness. In normal circumstances, they’d be very reluctant to sell those. However, if they believed they had the backing of Warrior City, they’d probably think it’d be easy for them to replenish their ’stocks’.

Hesso narrowed his eyes on him. "Are you so desperate?" he asked. "Are you sure you didn’t give them the illness?" He meant this half-jokingly in his drunken state.

Hesso was usually not smart, but when he did, it was certainly in inconvenient times.

However, neither Otto or Misha showed any change in expression. "That’s an interesting premise," Otto said. "Except we are partnering with Basset Town as well."

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