Liszt devoted himself wholeheartedly to overseeing the construction of the seaside villa, even holding the dog training sessions by the shore.
Only when his sister Lvera came did he receive her, painfully cutting off a small piece of snakeskin to sell her for making leather armor. He sold it for fifty Gold Coins.
It was practically half sold, half gifted.
Having scored a piece of intermediate sea monster snakeskin for leather armor, Lvera left beaming with delight.
He, meanwhile, continued overseeing the seaside villa. Its two-story structure, stone rooms, and wooden rooms all went up quickly. It had to be said, rubber was simply too effective. Qomaya Rammed Earth, elevated to the sole architect of Black Horse Island, put his heart and soul into racking his brains to turn Liszt's wild ideas into reality.
Liszt was not an architect, so he gave no thought at all to structural mechanics.
Qomaya, however, had to carefully weigh whether the placement of every wall could bear the weight of the upper floor—but fortunately, it was only a small two-story villa.
There was also an elevated wooden boardwalk running from the seaside villa all the way to a place that would not be flooded even at high tide.
It was made entirely from Ironwood Thorn, unafraid of soaking and erosion by water, then bonded with rubber glue. Suspended high above the beach, it could be called a bridge several hundred meters long.
Watching the seaside house take shape bit by bit, a few words could not help surfacing in Liszt's mind: "Rich and willful."
The manpower and resources consumed by such a seaside house were an enormous expense that even ordinary nobles could hardly bear. Only Liszt, with his territory's abundant produce—rubber, ironwood, stone, and sand, all practically free, while serfs earned merely one