Apocalypse After

Claude's invitation

Old Woody looked at Alexander with wide eyes.

“You ..” murmured the old man.

Seeing Old Woody's overwhelmed expression, Alexander made a gesture to remain silent. The young man shrugged, seemingly not too concerned about the title of Hunter that was considered so dignified and respected.

“I put it here and will pick it up tomorrow,” Alexander said as he placed two packs of mutated sparrows.

“You can pick it up early in the morning before practice,” Old Woody replied that saw Alexander leave.

Looking at the young man's increasingly small back in the distance, the old man could only sigh deeply. He felt very surprised. Didn't expect that skinny, dying teenager actually turned into a handsome young man, even a Hunter that many people admired.

Meanwhile, Alexander who finished his affairs went straight to Claude's room.

Arriving there, he saw Claude who looked rather anxious and hurried. The two men looked at each other for a moment in silence.

“Al? Have you come back yet? Seeing you alright, should that ghoul not be found? Thank goodness.” said Claude full of doubts.

“What do you mean? You wish I didn't find that black ghoul?” alexander asked flatly.

“Hey, I plan to catch up with you. My injuries have improved, so I hurriedly went to help. Despite being at level 1, that ghoul was obviously very strange. It would be nice if someone helped. So-“

Having not had the time to finish his words, Claude looked at Alexander with a dumbfounded expression. The young man pointed towards his friend with doubt.

“You ... managed to do it yourself?” ask the young man.

“I came to pay,” reply Alexander without covering up the fact that now he is Hunter level 1.

“Good! Very good!” claude said excitedly. The young man then muttered, “As expected of my rival.”

Ignoring the whispering Claude, Alexander lowered a leather pouch containing about 20 liters of water.

“Take half. Tomorrow you come with me to pick up one smoked bird. Although you said it was completely unintentional, but I have to pay you. It's also very important to me. If less-“

“No! Absolutely no less. You have helped me get the root miracle of the special ghoul, there is no need to reply to it. You helped me fight the enemy but I only gave information. That's been my advantage.” Claude interrupted Alexander's words.

“So?” Alexander tilted his head.

“Of course, I will accept it if you insist,” Claude said in a sloppy tone.

At first, Claude felt there was no need to be paid. But standing before the temptation of water and bacon, the young man felt unsteady. With that amount, he could at least eat by himself for 10 days. If you have fun, you can at least enjoy a romantic evening for almost a week.

So ... Claude changed his mind!

Alexander knew Claude's thoughts and did not rebuke him at all. In a chaotic and stressful world like this, there was little entertainment. People's likes are different, so he doesn't stop it.

Afterwards, Alexander helped Claude fill the water barrel. Pour about ten liters of water and will bring back the rest.

“You berry?” ask Alexander.

“No. The meat and water are enough. I'm embarrassed if you give too much.” Claude shook his head.

“Oh,” reply Alexander flat.

“Omong-by the way, are you planning to move to the inner area of Al?” ask Claude.

“No.”

Shelter 101 is divided into three areas, namely outside, middle, and inside.

The outside is close to the entrance and has the most room and narrow. People who live there are usually barely able to sustain their lives.

The middle section contains a wider room, at least it can be used to store goods and sleep. The person who lives there is usually a person who has a steady job or some training warrior who is trying to become a Hunter. Alexander, Claude, and Old Woody lived in this place.

The inside is the most prosperous place. Not only were there various important rooms, but every room there was better and more spacious. The Hunters and the higher-ups of Shelter 101 live there. Claude actually wanted to move, but his wealth was not enough because of his extravagant life.

Seeing Alexander silent, Claude again asked, “Why don't you move?”

“The middle is enough to live in. It was cheaper, the remaining points could be spent on other interests such as potion ingredients, ready-made potions, various forging materials and weapons. After all, there was no need to go inside to live comfortably. No worries eating and drinking is enough right?”

“...” Alexander's reply left Claude at a loss for words.

“See yourself. As a level 1 Hunter, don't you feel ashamed? Your life is even worse than Old Woody's. Old clothes and equipment, food barely eaten enough. Is there a Hunter as bad as you?” alexander flat said.

BRUK!

Claude fell to his knees while clutching his chest. Having a depressed expression, the young man said, “What do you think I want to live like this Al?”

“Stop being dramatic, it's disgusting.” Alexander said flatly.

“I have been living a life of deprivation since childhood, isn't it okay to enjoy these three months with fun? I want to try living like kings in ancient times!” claude replied with a determined expression.

The corner of Alexander's lips twitched. The young man sighed before saying, “Are you sick? Even if it's a king, a noble, a leader, or something? I'll be quiet if you do it once a week or two. In three months more than 70 times? I'm surprised you can still stand!”

“Do not underestimate my power!” claude said with a proud expression on his face. The young man then glanced at Alexander dissatisfiedly. “You're also very frugal. To make matters worse, you spend money buying things that you might not even use! Looking at the colorful poison bottles on your room shelf gives me goosebumps!”

“It was obviously useful,” Alexander said in an unconvinced tone.

“Used? It might kill you accidentally!” claude replied in a dissatisfied tone.

“Stop here. Had enough. We do not need to debate this anymore,” Alexander said while massaging his temple.

“Ok.” Claude nodded lightly.

At the sight of Alexander, Claude looked somewhat confused. The young man then sat on the bed hard while thinking for a moment. After a moment of hesitation, he opened his mouth.

“I have a plan Al. I want to form my own team. A kind of mercenary, so can do various hunting jobs more efficiently.”

“How about its members?” ask Al.

“See some potential people, recruit and train. Help that person accumulate points in exchange for an evolution potion. After that, just help hunt ghoul.” Claude explained his intentions.

“...” Alexander did not comment.

“Omong-by the way, I've been thinking about this a long time Al. Me and you have been considered the geniuses of Shelter 101. Many people reach out their hands but we reject them. So ...”

Claude extended his hand with a stern expression.

“Let's make our own group Al! Strong group where we can live comfortably and also respected wherever we go!”

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