May.
Construction of the port, which was also the capital, was already in full swing.
The roads planned first had already been built. It did not matter that there were no stones; packed earth and sand formed clear lines, the outlines of the city's plan.
Large numbers of wooden houses could already be seen on both sides of the roads. Branches had been stuck into the ground as fences around them, only to take root and sprout, growing into dense barriers. All kinds of vegetables had already been planted within the fences.
Some households even had free-range chickens and ducks.
During the two-month sea voyage, quite a few animals had died. But under the Druids' protection, more than half had still reached their destination. They would be the seeds of the future.
Although it had been burned, moss, shrubs, and vines had grown back in many corners due to the constant bustle, leaving them damp and slippery.
The Druids were busily transplanting trees.
Any tree over fifty years old within the open areas was to be moved to the green belts along the streets or into the city gardens.
White sand stretched endlessly along the beach. The docks had begun construction and would be able to berth large ships. For now, however, there was no fleet left; most of the ships had sailed back and would return in two months.
The entire city was divided into five sections. What was now being built was the dock district. A great wooden fence had already been completed. Along the dockside streets, mills, bakeries, and taverns had all been built. They were publicly operated for now and would be sold to private owners later.
Farther away, the planned wheat fields had already been planted.
Near the dock square stood barracks and warehouses enclosed