[Lost Era, December 21, 1000, Windless Canyon, clear.
The canyon was relatively calm, while beyond the pass, popcorn was falling.
Maybe tomorrow, meteors would come crashing down.
Since the Roaring Tribe had come here along with the Sky Turtle, and the safe house in the Giant Hills couldn't hold an entire tribe,
given the chaos outside the canyon, which had grown more and more intense as Merlin Hal aged, leaving Windless Canyon wasn't a wise decision.
So I had no choice but to order the tribe to make camp here.
It wasn't difficult. The Roaring Tribe, who lived on the back of the Sky Turtle, were best at splitting up into smaller groups. They could easily dismantle their homes and build a temporary village in the crevices of the rift.]
The trouble was that I could only help Butcher complete his wish list in this temporary village.
With time running short and so many wishes to fulfill, I decided to start with the simplest, easiest one—to build a house and have a home of his own.
"You mean you want to build a detached house yourself, not a temporary tent?"
Tang Qi put down his pen and stared at Butcher's less-than-one-meter-long body, asking hesitantly.
"My wish is to live in a mansion! It doesn't have to be as dazzling and luxurious as [Mansion Spell], but it should at least be as unique and elegant as the Giant's Hut. A shabby temporary tent doesn't count!"
"That'll be a lot of trouble. You want to gather the timber and lay the foundation yourself? Do you know anything about construction?"
"No." Butcher answered as if it were obvious.
"Then how are you going to build a house yourself?"
Tang Qi took a deep breath. This was beyond even his knowledge as a music