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After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World-Chapter 853: A Half-Orc Reunion (Part 2)
The two half-orcs hang out with the kids for a bit longer until their guardians called onto them. Oslo was a little surprised to see his nephew resting on the arms of the new half-orc—who was quite violent by the way—which got him quite nervous.
Although he soon realized the new half-orc wasn’t so bad, Baku was definitely uncomfortable around Oslo. Dealing with friendly kids was one thing, dealing with a strong aborigine—even if he was non-hostile—was another.
"...your nephew," Baku said with that low growly voice of his, handing (a disappointed) Honda back to his uncle.
"...ah, thanks."
Gochi watched the awkward interaction with amusement before everyone separated and went on their way, with the kids to their own homes, and the half-orc to theirs.
The two big critters only walked and did not speak for a while, though Gochi was often greeted by many citizens. They also looked at Baku in curiosity, though he was in a conflicted, confused mood, and it showed in the unapproachable atmosphere around him.
Gochi was patient as he guided his friend. He understood: Alterra Village and—more importantly—its population, was just too… different from what they were used to.
Eventually, after walking a couple of streets, Baku broke this silence with a heavy sigh.
"This place is…" he began, but didn’t say more. It was too difficult to express what he felt.
Gochi smiled, knowing what he had been trying to say. "You’ll get used to it," he said. "And eventually, you’ll completely integrate and become an Alterran."
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Baku nodded slowly, though still not completely convinced he could be one of ’them’. It was just beyond his comprehension at this time.
"Let me show you something," Gochi said, bringing him to the mountains, and in one of the parks there.
Baku wasn’t sure where they were going until he saw a few familiar trees, lined up around an area. They were still tiny, practically still seedlings, but the circular leaves with this scent were something relatively unique to a certain region.
"Bouti Trees?"
Although their memory in orc territories was not happy, they had some fond memories of this tree. This was the Gouji Tree equivalent in those parts and although it wasn’t as tasty, it saved them from starvation countless times before.
"Yes, somehow they managed to plant a few here," Gochi said with a small smile.
"Do you know? They turned it into an ingredient for Beast Attracting Potions. They’re amazing." When combined with, er, their piss, the resulting solution was something that attracted monsters—almost like a summons.
Of course, the amount (of pee) needed was miniscule compared to the Bouti Tree leaves, which was why an acre or so was dedicated to this tree in particular.
Speaking of piss… Gochi looked at Baku. His should be much more potent.
The huge guy shivered for some reason, which was a shame to his thick pelt.
…
Gochi wasn’t the only one who had a touching reunion.
Bright Territory caravans had just returned to buy some more insulation and other Heat Wave-related products. After all, they had maximized their purchase limits before so they had to return after everything was sold out quickly.
A lot of new people had also come with them to buy their own after realizing how well the items worked, as well as confirming the increasing temperature themselves.
A part of this group was the aborgine Badjau, who had technically always been the hired aborigine of Bright Village even during the previous takeover.
During Gingo’s time, no one noticed his absence because not only was the ’lord’ not in the territory, the steward didn’t really care much for him and had just assumed he had died along with the rest of them.
While the lord and the closest confidantes were closing a few more deals to handle the heat, the rest of them were given free time to buy what they needed or to just go around the place that was just getting lovelier every time they visited.
Badjau filled up his space with essential purchases. However, since he only needed to go to one or two shops, he finished his errands pretty quickly. He went to the lake to kill time, which was the closest body of water that reminded him of home.
There, he saw a person named Gaudi, who was fishing. He already had a basketful beside him.
Badjau was struck looking at him like this, thinking it wasn’t often he saw someone so short and stout as he was.
They had actually encountered each other before, but they didn’t know each other as anything more than nodding acquaintances. Gaudi was a member of the Terran mercenary team and stayed in Alterra, and Badjau was usually just in Bright, they simply didn’t cross paths so often.
However, they did have good impressions of one another—likely because of the similarities—and Badjau found himself renting fishing gear and sitting next to the older man.
The Lake House Restaurant offered a fixed amount to rent a bucket, and he could stay for an entire day of fishing as long as it fit in the bucket.
The two of them sat next to each other and bonded, though their discussion was mostly about each other’s territories than anything else.
"Got another one!" Gaudí yelled, pulling the rod swiftly. Badjau was impressed and smiled.
"That’s amazing…" he said, though his voice died down when his eyes captured a sight.
Due to the fishing movements, Gaudi’s sleeves slid down to his elbows and Badjau saw a familiar bracelet on his hand.
His eyes widened, unconsciously extending his arm to grab it. "That—"
Gaudí pulled his arm and looked at him defensively, protecting the accessory within his stout palm. "What do you want??"
"It’s not that. I—
"I used to have one, but I lost it during a war from before."
"Well, it’s mine, I had it probably before you were even born."
"Y-Yes, I understand," he said. "But I know for sure it is… similar to my mother’s."
This made Gaudi’s eyes widened, turning to him so fast he almost dropped his fishing rod. Though the lucky fish did manage to free itself from becoming someone’s dinner today.
Gaudi found himself a little disoriented, his large eyes looking at the younger man, full of emotions.
"Your mother…?" he asked, taking a deep breath. "Tell me: What’s your mother’s name?"