Preparations for Digging King George III's Grave

Fors had always respected Dorian. On one hand, he had indeed given her a great deal of help; on the other, she had lacked fatherly love since childhood.

Dorian's appearance had, to some extent, made up for that regret.

So, seeing Hobart and Dorian chatting so happily also made her very happy.

As the carriage slowly moved forward, Dorian noticed the local natives' clothing again. "The style of dress here is clearly different from that of the Northern Continent. Is that a vest?"

Hobart explained, "When we first arrived here, the locals did not even have the habit of wearing clothes. So, based on the local environment, we modified some Northern Continent clothing.

"Their upper garments are somewhat like vests, except the shoulder area is slightly wider. That way, when they carry loads on shoulder poles, the skin will not get rubbed raw. We call them shoulder vests.

"There is not much to say about the trousers. They are simply made a little shorter and are called shorts."

Vests were unsuitable for farmwork, so Hobart had adopted the shoulder vest from his memories.

Dorian sighed. "This is a land with an innovative spirit."

Smiling, he added, "If I had known of a place like this when I was young, I would certainly have moved here."

Hobart smiled. "I can prepare a house for you here and have Fors give you the appropriate pass. With that pass, you can use our Teleportation Array to come here often.

"Especially during winter in the Northern Continent. It remains very warm here, so you can come spend the winter."

Dorian was somewhat tempted. "Thank you!"

But he immediately added, "However, I cannot accept your gift. I can buy a house instead."

Hobart did not stand on ceremony. "All right. Leave this matter to Fors."