[28 days of Protection Period]
That lunch, Althea couldn't concentrate on eating because of everyone's heated gaze. She put down her utensils and stared them down.
"Can we resume to normal please? Also, I don't want people to know I'm the Lord here…"
"Understood, boss!" Sheila yelled with a salute. "But I'm so curious. What does the lord's control panel look like?"
Althea sighed and gave them a rough idea, rousing a few oohs and ahhs from time to time.
"That sounds amazing…" Harold said, and Maya bobbed her head cutely.
"Does it look like a game panel?" Eugene couldn't help but ask. He was once a normal boy who had had his share of games, after all.
"It's similar, but the theme looks… medieval?" Althea mumbled after a bit of thought. The technology was really futuristic, but the entire thing felt a bit… old.
"But this… is the real world, right?" Harold asked, and he couldn't help but remember some old science fiction movies he had watched when he was still a young lad. "Our consciousness didn't get taken and thrown to some game right…?"
The girls rolled their eyes at this, while Eugene looked at him a little pale, seriously considering.
The two then began on discussing some conspiracy theories, as well as what they could do.
Ignoring the men's overactive imaginations, Sheila just turned back to the boss, asking more about the very interesting Lord panel.
Sheila couldn't help but think of their accommodations tonight, and her face scrunched at the recollection of the houses in Royal Territory.
"What about the residences?" She asked, a worried expression on her face. "They're not all like… that, right?"
If they had a choice, they would naturally want to live comfortably.
They could be a bit choosy. Their boss was the lord here, after all!
Althea nodded at this and gently put down her spoon. "This is what I actually want to talk about." She said, turning to Eugene, who was discussing something about 'quests to find the mastermind' with Harold.
"All the residential options aren't ideal, so I plan on customizing myself. Although we could only customize one, for now, I think it's worth using this slot on this."
Being pregnant was uncomfortable enough. She really didn't want to wrong herself, not when she clearly had the power to avoid it.
The 300 square meter limit for the custom house was more than enough. As long as the building was used as a permanent residence, it could be used to do whatever they wanted.
She handed her portable tablet to Eugene. "Can you by some chance design a water supply and waste system for a self-sustaining house? Here's the folder of past knowledge about this issue."
Eugene gaped at the tablet, scrolling and scrolling and his eyes turned brighter and brighter the more he saw.
Eugene's eyes absolutely sparkled at the plethora of information in his hand, not expecting the Boss to save up detailed knowledge.
"Can I copy?" He asked, lifting his head up with a bright face—very unlike his somber disposition a few days prior.
He then shyly revealed his own tablet from space, amusing everyone.
Good guy, he also had his own tablet. But then he realized the battery was gone and his shoulders slumped in disappointment. They inexplicably found this a little cute.
"I have a charger here." Althea chuckled and released the smaller solar charger. "And yes, you may copy whatever data that you need."
"Thanks, boss!" Eugene said, immediately transferring the data he wanted.
Afterwards Althea and Eugene took advantage of the light, and made a digital blueprint using their tablets, using the built in programs to assist them in their calculations, drawings, and the like.
The others on the other hand, after finding out the importance of wood and stone, ventured to areas within the territory to gather the resources.
Over half a day later the designing duo whipped out a satisfactory modular model that could be used in more than one way.
However, before they checked, they were pulled by Sheila somewhere, to stand in front of small hills of both wood and stone..
They apparently gathered resources, as a contribution to the team.
Althea smiled and naturally gave them the compliments they deserved.
Her smile made their day.
Althea stood in front of the hills and raised her hand, using willpower to try to place the items in the inventory.
[Would you like to place 16 units of wood and 7 units of stone in the Territory space? Yes | No]
She gladly took it and turned her head to the others.
"How long do you think a level 1 person would take to gather 1 unit of wood and 1 unit of stone?" She asked them, thinking of the buying price she'd be setting.
"I would take about half a day to gather 5 units of each." Sheila said. "Low level people will probably be able to do about 3 to 5 units of wood a day or 2 to 3 of stone."
She nodded, taking note. "How much did Bobby buy it for?"
Housekeeper-Harold reported this time. "If I remember correctly one unit of stone is bought for 10 copper, and wood is 5."
"This seems okay." Althea said, mentally setting up the buying price for resources.
Even if the buying was the same with Bobby's, the cost of living was poles apart.
Bobby charged a huge amount for that trashy food, she would not. It was unforgivable.
In the Royal Territory, ten copper coins wouldn't get you anywhere.
In Altera, on the other hand, ten copper coins could get you a lot of things.
Her goal was to provide people with their basic needs, as long as they were not lazy and were willing to do fair work for fair rewards.
Even if they just gathered resources for most of the day, she hoped they would be able to afford decent meals and have a roof over their heads.
In her vision, everyone had the basics, at the bare minimum.
It was only when people had the basics could they have the consciousness to truly want to contribute to the whole—to contribute to the territory.
Their territory. Not just hers.