Chapter 587: The Work of the Earth Folk
“Beautiful porcelain that rivals the white porcelain of Pasture… Spirit Gold and Spirit Silver! What on earth are you bringing in…?”
It’s not just rivaling the white porcelain of Pasture; it is the white porcelain of Pasture.
Soleil is trembling but holding it together. The reason he’s ignoring the golden fruit series is probably because they aren’t suitable for trade, right? But the containers seem to be within acceptable limits?
I could prepare something similar for trade, but Spirit Gold is rare, isn’t it? If I put too much out there, it might cause a price drop. Well, if I keep gold in the House, it turns into Spirit Gold.
When I casually hand Soleil the goods, the sales figures skyrocket and come back to me. It’s not just the products; it includes the inn’s earnings and the trade money for the nation as well.
Soleil loves money, but that’s because it can be reinvested. He also appreciates art, but that’s because it attracts business partners who share the same taste in art.
He enjoys the act of trading and seeing it grow. As for me, I just leave everything to Soleil and let him manage the island.
I found myself putting in extra effort to make things ideal, but it resembles a medieval town from my original world, and yet it’s functional and clean—no amount of money is enough for that. Recently, I’ve even started new developments.
The island is still being worked on by masons and carpenters. I only conveyed my hopes to avoid anything too extravagant or cluttered, and they have the freedom to create. Charles, the gardener, is planting flowers and trees all over the island, and maintaining it costs money.
In exchange, the tourism industry is raking in profits like crazy!
“Don’t worry, don’t worry. Ordinary people won’t come here… It’s the request of the God of Fertility Asas, who dislikes noise, and the God of Storms and War—yes, it’s the Forbidden Grounds of the Temple,” Haulon mutters, his gaze unfocused as he stares at the floor.
“So? Can we bring in the Wanwan House now?”
“W…guh…”
When I asked, Haulon let out a croaky sound like a squashed frog.
“Well, no one would dare steal offerings in front of the God of War. Yes, please bring it in. Then we can arrange things,” Haulon’s focus returned!
“Yes, yes. I’ll go get it,” he said before using Teleportation.
The Earth Folk are already on standby. The only ones in the temple for the transport are Haulon, Soleil, and Faramia, preparing for the move. The Earth Folk are scheduled to participate in the banquet, so they can’t be completely hidden, but it’s Haulon’s consideration.
I called out to the ready Earth Folk and returned to Shahira’s Temple with the Wanwan House.
“Oh! The scenery has changed!”
“Oh! It’s hotter than the place we came from!”
“Oh! But the structure isn’t bad!”
“I heard this is a ruin from the Era of Fire?”
“It doesn’t seem to be crumbling for a ruin, does it?”
“I can’t find any signs of repairs either?”
The Earth Folk began to survey their surroundings. They seem uninterested in Soleil or Haulon. Right now, they’re focused on the task of setting up the Wanwan House, so their attention is solely on that.
“Ugh… They’re really Earth Folk. And in a group… It’s incredibly difficult to reach the Earth Folk even in the Northern Lands. How did they cross the Valley of Confusion…?” Haulon muttered.
“Is that where the goddess’s Ebony Palanquin will be placed?”
“Is that where the Dragon Scale Throne will be placed?”
“Is that where the Wanwan House will be placed?”
“Wait, what is that…?” Haulon was left speechless as he looked at the Wanwan House.
“Ugh… Just the ebony alone is expensive… The craftsmanship of the Earth Folk…” Soleil, who had collapsed on the floor, was just about to fall over when Faramia slipped a cushion under him.
“This stone pedestal fits in size, but the carvings are rounded.”
“This stone pedestal must have been stroked by many hands.”
“This stone pedestal has worn patterns.”
Though the sand has preserved it well, there are still traces of wear and tear from the lives of those who once lived here.
“By the way, water is supposed to flow through this groove, so if you’re making any adjustments, keep that in mind,” I added an unseen condition.
“Water will flow here.”
“Water will flow here, huh?”
“Water will flow here.”
The Earth Folk began repairs and fine-tuning on the spot. They also worked on the corresponding pedestal for Asas, transforming it from before to after. The previously dull relief was beautifully re-carved, and in line with that, other areas were polished—while maintaining the original design, it became incredibly beautiful.
“Oh, this cloth is beautiful.”
“Oh, this blue is beautiful.”
“Oh, this embroidery is beautiful.”
The decorated flowers aside, the blue cloth from Blue Spirit Island seems to be well-received by the Earth Folk. Those not in charge of stone or wood began to work on the fire stands and torch holders.
“The temple itself is turning into a work of art…”
“This place will become inaccessible…”
Haulon and Soleil gazed off into the distance.
I see, while Haulon may not mind, once Wanwan and Asas take their seats, Soleil won’t be able to enter. Should I introduce Wanwan and Asas?