Stone Blocks (Part 2)

Aivisi had originally planned to stay on the island for a few days before returning, but heaven itself seemed determined to keep her there. A great storm began ravaging the sea on the second day after she arrived.

For her safety, Aivisi could only postpone her stay on the island indefinitely. At the same time, all construction work on the island was suspended.

Staying with Romon in one of the island's newly built villas, Aivisi did little each day besides cultivate. Time passed day by day.

By mid-July, the storm, which had lasted nearly ten days, finally began to fade.

The island's workers began busily repairing the harbor, houses, and buildings damaged by the storm.

The island's farmland lay inland, and its terrain was uniquely blessed. Hills surrounded the fields, shielding them from the storm. With the autumn harvest at the end of August drawing near, men, women, old, and young across the island secretly prayed for a bumper harvest.

"Romon, the climate and soil here are the finest I've ever seen. They're truly suited for growing plants. You chose well. You have a sharp eye." A man and a woman stood at the edge of the fields, gazing over the sea of wheat. The faint fragrance of plants filled their nostrils. As a Druid, Aivisi greatly enjoyed such a scene.

"Yes, but how does it compare to Blue Soil Island?" Romon smiled faintly as he looked over the boundless sea of wheat.

Aivisi and he had both visited Blue Soil Island before. After seeing both islands, Romon had chosen Gold and Silver Island as the island he would keep for himself, leaving many people puzzled at the time.

After all, judging from the circumstances then, Blue Soil Island's environment seemed somewhat better. Yet whenever anyone cautiously asked him about