After spending quite some time exchanging cuddles with Ophelia, Ethan finally pulled himself away from her warmth and stepped out of his mansion.
A weary expression crossed his face as he looked up at the sky.
It was around four in the afternoon. The sun already hung low on the horizon, bathing the rooftops in molten gold as the city eased into a more leisurely pace.
Of course, that didn't mean the workers had stopped for a single moment.
On the contrary, after Ethan had unloaded hundreds of tons of lumber from his system warehouse, the work had only gained more momentum.
With dozens of teams erecting dozens of houses at the same time, Goldenveil was growing at a truly staggering pace, as if the city were sprouting from the ground of its own accord.
"Ah…"
He let out a long sigh, closing his eyes for a moment and letting the cool breeze caress his face, carrying with it the faint scent of fresh-cut wood.
