After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World-Chapter 1409: The Gold’s Toolmakers

Somewhere in the quieter Western part of Bleulle City, there was a zone where a lot of craftsmen resided. This was informally called the ’Creators’ Village’ because this was where many professionals like toolmakers and alchemists resided.

The houses here were quite good. Each lot was big enough for two or three bedrooms, and all of them were at least two or three storeys tall. Even if the professional was new and was only given one floor, it was still plenty of space for the toolmaker to live and experiment on.

These craftsmen gained the right for the real estate in exchange for giving service to either the Lord or the nobles. It could be an exclusivity contract, or just a quota.

Hoffen’s infamous workshop was here.

It was a place known as the site that witnessed the humiliation of many nobles. In fact, it was the street that had witnessed most of this sight outside the inner circle.

It was a little quiet there, because everyone knew never to bother the man, and he rarely ever showed. If people passed by his house, they’d be extremely guarded too, afraid something—a poison, a solution, or a person—would be thrown out to the street and hit them.

His various neighbors were all toolmakers as well. Basically, there were several in Bleuelle, mostly in allegiance to the Lord himself.

There was one team that had been under the Golds, though this was allowed because there were a number of other makers of the same tools—the Aether Letter and its variations—otherwise, the Lord would definitely take all these experts to himself.

That said, what the Golds had to pay to receive this right was not small, and they also had to send some of their products to the Lord as tribute.

Anyway, other than letting the toolmakers use land, they were also granted permanent residency, as well as access to most facilities. Of course, the true experts would be too busy with their crafts to take advantage of any of these.

The lower-level ones like Class Es and Class Ds, that somehow managed to get recruited by the Lord, tended to be the noisiest ones. They would gallivant in restaurants and others, demanding special treatment.

Which they would get, of course, especially if they showed enough potential or received a relatively rare inheritance that, even if their level was low, they were revered even in cities.

One of these people was the 32-year-old Menzon, a Class E Toolmaker. He was low-leveled, yes, but by some stroke of luck, he obtained one of the rare inheritances—the creation of the Celeste Mirror, which was a defensive tool that could reflect an attack with an even stronger one!

Of course, as for when he’d actually succeed in making one, remained to be seen. It had been almost 2 years since he obtained the inheritance, but he had not yet made progress.

No one was too harsh on him because it generally took time to understand and make use of the magic tool inheritances, especially when there was no one else nearby who could teach it.

He was also the only son of a low noble, so he was a bit bratty, and there were times he’d blame his lack of productivity on the bad service the restaurants gave him. freeweɓnovēl.coɱ

As one of the Lord’s toolmakers, such an accusation was naturally terrifying for some small business owners, so they followed his requests to a tee, which in turn just made him—and his immediate family—even more arrogant.

He also had his own place in the so-called ’Creator’s Village’ though his house was not as big as that of the older people. He only had one floor, with other Class E toolmakers occupying the upper floors.

"Sigh, you should really get at least a bigger house," Aetat said, sighing. "Your inheritance is so rare, after all."

Aetat was his close friend and also a Class E Toolmaker. He didn’t have his own house, but he did have his own room. He just shared the floor with two other aether toolmakers, and he also shared the floor’s common area with them.

Aetat was one of the many aether letter makers, so his workshop ended up being combined with others’, which was why he didn’t have his own laboratory.

Living there wasn’t bad per se, but it was if one compared it to others.

He looked in a direction. "To be honest, there are so many aether letter masters now—a grand total of 5—I don’t know how my senior brother still got a house that’s just a little smaller than Master Hoffen’s."

He then turned to Menzon. "I think you—as the only one who could create the Celeste Mirror—should get his house."

Menzon looked at his friend, admittedly tempted. He and that senior brother of his served under the same master for more than a decade, so he should know of the latter’s capabilities.

Menzon thought: Did he really have what it took to demand more? Even if he hadn’t actually created a successful prototype yet?

Aetat could see what he was thinking and nodded. "Plus they’re one of the few toolmakers that answered to the Golds instead of the Lord. Don’t you think it’ll be easy?"

Aetat looked slyly at him. "If we talk to him a bit, he’d probably be willing to switch since his position is so sensitive."

"Why don’t we come to see his state right now?" he continued. "And we’ll also take a look at your future house!"

Knowing that Menzon was really convinced now, Aetat smiled and patted his shoulder. "Haven’t you been looking for a good wife? If you secure this, maybe someone from the middle or high noble families would be gifted to you! Or more!"

Aetat’s eyes glittered at the mention this, as if he was seeing himself in that position instead.

On the other hand, Menzon also entered a daze... but a different image came to mind.

It was the image of a beautiful, pink-haired woman with a bright smile that passed by his eyes.

"Menzon?"

"Ah," Menzon flinched, shaking his head off the thought. "Let’s go see that senior brother of yours first."

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