Dole had studied these things long ago and had already prepared some materials before coming here. Naturally, the most difficult material was magic crystals.
He currently had nearly three jin of magic crystal scraps on hand, enough to last him for a while.
A wizard's specialized pen was easy enough to solve—bamboo and the fur of high-level beasts. There was no shortage of beast hides in the village, either. Wizard-use pigments, however, needed to be mixed from medicinal ingredients and were rather troublesome to concoct, basically no different from brewing a new kind of potion.
Magic crystals, quartz sand, sulfur, crystal, along with some wood and special sand—he had to take them in certain proportions, grind them into an extremely fine powder, mix them together, then use his mental power to sense whether the mixture was suitable.
That alone took Dole several days to complete, wasting a great deal of material. Looking at the wasted supplies, his heart bled. These weren't materials—they were silver coins, every single one.
When the weather outside officially turned to winter and a layer of fragmented ice began forming over the river, a fierce wind blew down from the mountains. Dark clouds soon filled the sky, and a heavy snowfall rolled out from the mountains toward the outside.
It was also on that day that Dole's new house was completed.
Victor personally helped with the move, along with dozens of villagers. It was quite lively. York in particular, ever since coming back to life, had been overflowing with gratitude toward Dole. He was willing to do anything; Dole had saved him, which was the same as indirectly saving his entire family.
Dole did not particularly care. He packed up all the secret items himself and carried them personally. As for the rest, the villagers could