Telly's Sincerity and Good Fortune

Aglaia quickly understood what Hill was guarding against. She truly hadn't expected that her Papa Hill still saw her as a child who had just popped out of a Shell Pearl.

Even without counting the memories she had inherited from her biological parents, she had been a proper goddess for so long. She had long seen enough of the myriad facets of mortal life—what was there that she didn't know?

But Aglaia glanced at Hill, who was sneering coldly, and knew she had better say nothing.

Besides, Aglaia was actually quite happy.

Hill's love for her had never changed just because she had grown stronger and stronger.

So although her dear Papa Hill's concern could be a little overbearing at times, Aglaia still accepted it with delight.

Hill had no idea that his little padded jacket had long since become a white-on-the-outside, black-on-the-inside, multi-layered cotton overcoat. He was still lowering his head and pondering his plans.

After thinking for a long time, he finally decided to build the inn on the east side of the main road, farther away from the temple.

Practically right beside the Sword Mountains.

After all, inns in this world always came with small taverns. If there were more people in the future, it would definitely become noisy.

The area around the temple was better kept quiet.

As long as it remained within Hill's Mythal-controlled range, it would be perfectly safe. There was no need to build it right next to the temple.

He liked the layout of the Golden Oak, so he simply built an enlarged version modeled after it.

But for the large tree in the courtyard, he did not choose an oak. Instead, he moved a towering redwood from his pendant.

With five floors, even if caravans passing through from Neverwinter and Waterdeep