Leveling Technology To Save Humanity-Chapter 70: A Blast From The past

"Who are you?" The more Merta saw from a distance, the more uncomfortable she became.

Hunteria sneered. It was so shocking that even Merta couldn’t recognize the place she grew up in. But so what? She was definitely superior to these nouveau riche farmers.

They’re just tasting wealth now, but she has long tasted what it’s like to touch thousands. It’s just that no matter how much she pleaded, her monthly allowance from her stingy old husband didn’t go past 17,000 a month.

’That bastard! What the hell am I to buy with 17,000 a month? Peanuts? All those wealthy ladies have the newest handbags costing 20,000 and even 100,000. But me, I’m stuck with a measly 17,000 a month!’

So you know how many expenses she had a month to take care of?

First, she had to give her lover’s, a total of 5,000 a month. Then, she also gave her son an additional 5,000 a month from his monthly wages.

Again, this was proof that her husband was stingy. How can her husband give her son just a measly 800 Gwins a month? What wealthy kid has that low monthly allowance?

His friends get 50,000 a month, but he gets 800?... Isn’t that making those rich bastards look down on her son even more?

Because of that she decided to give 5,000 a month to Sokka, lest someone looks down on him.

In the end, he’s always left with just 7,000 Gwins a month.

How is that useful? What can 7,000 Gwins do for her?

If many knew her thoughts, they would definitely lose their minds in disbelief.

You have a good over your head, you have food provided by someone, you have cats, never paying for gas money, you ding pay taxes, you don’t even work or do house chores... and yet, get 17,000 Gwins a month.

Are you sure you’re not crazy for thinking that’s a small amount?

"What do you want, Mrs. Finch?" Hunteria questioned teasingly. "Wasn’t it someone who said they’d rather be caught dead than appear in our lowly Geldhan village again?"

Merta gnashed her teeth, but remembered why she was here, especially after getting a tug on her clothes.

’_’ [Finch Sokka]... Mother, remember why we’re here.

Merta couches to hide her anger. "Nonsense, Hunteria, how can I possibly mean what I said back then? Who hasn’t been young and dumb before?"

Hunteria raised one brow but said nothing.

"Listen here, Hunteria, this is no way to welcome a fellow villager. No matter how long I’ve been away, I’m still a villager of Geldhan village. My roots have always been here. So why can’t I bring my son to visit? Besides–"

Merta paused, before forcing a stiff smile on her lips. "It’s been too long since I saw my dear mother." "You know she is all alone in this place, with no one to care for her. So how can I not come back in this lifetime?"

Hah!

Hunteria almost laughed out hysterically. However, she still gave instructions, allowing Merta’s group to enter.

Truthfully, their entry and exiting wouldn’t have been a problem if they have just stuck to protocol and gone in with day or week passes. But no~... they didn’t want to.

They claimed to be villagers of Geldhan village, threatening to fire the guards if they didn’t let them in. They even began using Gort’s name, saying he was their nephew/cousin who was expecting their arrival.

What did they NOT say while here? They cursed, fought and threatened to rain havoc on these guards if not let in.

It was funny to Hunteria, because at the end, they still had to pass through the big Blue building and get their week passes.

Tsk.

Hunteria scoffed. After all the fuss, didn’t they still comply with the rules?

"Hunteria was actually a bit curious to know how grandmother Bimto would react. After all, Merta was her blood daughter, the one she pushed out of her womb after 9 months.

While the troublemakers were getting their passes, Hunteria took out her walkie talkie.

"Clint, can you head to Granny Bimto’s home?"

[Sure.] The man on the other end replied, since he was around that area.

The man headed to Bimto’s home, already smelling the delectable goods she was baking.

Hey... Grandmother Bimto loved baking all sorts of pastries and cakes for many in the village.

Just standing by her door already made his mouth water.

Bimto, despite being called a grandmother, was quite young for her age. Don’t forget that everyone in the older generation married earlier, around 15~19 before true Reformation and modernization began.

Bimto was just 54 years old. It’s true that when her daughter left, she grew 20 times der in just a single month, with all her hair turning white.

But after picking up the 1 month old Bray in the woods by the stream, she seemed to have a new will and reason to live.

She soon recovered her strength and decided to live a long life for Bray’s sake.

Coupled with the specially grown foods cultivated by Gort, Granny Bimto looked quite young and vibrant for a 54 year old.

The many wrinkles that used to gather around her eyes have long diminished. She was looking extremely healthy and glowing for someone her age, looking as though she was 10 years younger.

Bimto wiped her hands on her apron and rushed to the door. "Ahh... Clint, it’s you... My, my, it’s always good to see a handsome face."

Clint smiled, nodding respectfully while stepping in. Clint Palter was Clint’s full name.

Sure enough, as he expected, Bimto brought out a few snacks, candy and things for him to eat and nibble on. She also brought out tea. He put on a baked biscuit and drank some tea, not forgetting why he was actually here.

"Aunt Bimto..." He began, watching Bimto carrying over a tray of more snacks, probably for him to take home with. "A guest has come asking to see you."

"A guest?" Bimto frowned in confusion. "Is it another matchmaker here to talk about marriage for my Bray?"

Clint shook his head sideways, in a heavy manner. "Aunt Bimto, it’s a woman and her son... a woman who calls herself Merta... Merta Fairbang."