Early in the morning, he got up and opened the window. The sunlight was utterly lovely.
Another brilliantly clear day. As April's pages continued to turn, the weather on Black Horse Island improved by the day. With the spring plowing finished, the great army of serfs had returned to construction. Wooden houses rose across the little towns, roads connected one after another, and craftsmen's workshops began operating one by one.
The relocation of the bug grass was also gradually being completed.
Apart from Apple Tree Bug Grass, Tomato Bug Grass, and Venus Flytrap Bug Grass, which were still planted in Flower Town, all other bug grass had been moved to Black Horse Island.
Plantations were designated in each little town to accommodate this bug grass.
Even a batch of castle servants had been assigned over and stationed in Port Town, serving Liszt alone. At the same time, they were adapting to life in Port Town and contributing toward the future establishment of New Castle. There were only a little over thirty castle servants, but another thirty or forty children were serving as interns.
This world had no laws forbidding child labor. The children interning at the castle had ample guarantees, both in quality of life and future employment—many commoner parents wanted to send their own children to intern at the castle.
He washed up simply, without bathing.
He would be going into the water shortly anyway, so there was no need to bathe again.
After breakfast, it was not yet half past seven, but the fishermen harvesting giant kelp by the shore were already hard at work. Liszt arrived at the seaside, jumped aboard a small skiff, and prepared to row once more toward the Giant Kelp Forest. At the same time, out of habit, he summoned the Smoke Mission