But I Only Know How to Play with Mud

One month later.

Tina observed the latest progress at the construction site.

The area where the houses stood had been officially named "Dagas Manor."

The once-barren, jagged stone mountain had been carved with winding veins shaped like branches, while the flagstone paths had been made to resemble bark. Nearly half the mountain had been transformed into something like the exposed roots of a colossal tree.

The workers were still hammering away with clangs and clatters.

The houses themselves were the easy part.

The concept was the hardest.

As for the relevant techniques—whether building stone houses, paving roads, or beautifying the environment—these experienced workers could complete them all according to the architect's requirements.

After the model house was opened to the public, and with the chamber of commerce's vigorous promotion and push, Dagas-style houses became one of Salt City's hottest topics. Every day, quite a few people came to visit and ask questions, filled with curiosity and appreciation for the place.

"Do the Dagas people live in houses like this?"

"Yes, sir. That is why they are called Dagas-style. We have preserved the Dagas character while adding Salt City's comfort, convenience, and advanced features. There is absolutely no need to worry about daily life."

"How much would a house like this cost?"

"Depending on your needs, we have several specifications here... Our pricing is not cheap. We aim to create a landmark-quality living environment and a unique, elegant design. In this world, beauty itself is a luxury, is it not?"

"But this place is rather inconvenient. I do not have a carriage when I go out."

"Miss, there is no need to worry. Before long, a dedicated Steam Carriage line will open below, running from Salt City to the famous ancient salt ponds in the west. That area will also become