”. . . The . . . animals?”

Athena nodded. Her face nearly had the phrases, ‘do not make me repeat my phrases.’

“They got here to me and supplied me fruits when Ulysses and I went to the forest this early morning.”

“I-is that so?” I did not know whether or not I ought to reward her or faux that I did not hear something.

Clearly, it was considered one of her perks as a excessive goddess. Anyway, I used to be benefitting from it, so no qualms from right here.

“. . .” Wait . . . why am I abruptly considering like my different self?

<Good going, Host! You are lastly embracing your inside evilness by exploiting your Token’s benefits.>

“Is one thing unsuitable, my lord?” Athena requested.

“Huh?”

“You have been in a daze.”

“Ah . . .” I scratched my nostril and sheepishly grinned.

“N-nothing . . . Anyway, I used to be questioning if it is doable to have an Orchard round right here. Because of you, having my very own fruit bushes will come to fruition.”

“Good considering, my lord. Although I hadn’t carried out a lot that is worthy of your reward,” Athena stated earlier than she seemed over at Daedalus.

Daedalus felt it and stopped working. He defined the issue, “We will have the fruit bushes planted in pocket gardens in order that it would not be a hindrance to future buildings that we would have to assemble. We may even have them planted close to the gates. They might function buffers type noise and powerful winds in addition to further defence.”

“Nice,” I exclaimed. Simply mark the territory the place they are often planted, and I will have Florin and Turnip get it carried out.”

“Egh . . . extra planting?” I heard Florin complain behind me.

I patted her head and smiled. “Just a bit extra, and we may have all types of meals on our desk.”

Florin blinked, and she or he was surprised at my sudden gesture.

Nice!

Due to her cute whining, I used to be reminded of my little sister, so I casually patted her head with out realizing it.

I instantly withdrew my hand, hoping that she would not discover it out of character.

Florin recovered and beamed earlier than she giggled. “If my lord needs for it, then Florin will strive her greatest to place all types of meals in your desk.”

“. . .” I did not understand how to reply to her enthusiasm, however however, I nodded my head and awkwardly replied with a, “Nice! I will be relying on you then. Keep it up along with your work.”

After saying that, I went to a different space at a hurried tempo, and I nearly came upon my ft. I inspected Ulysses’s chemical lab subsequent.

In entrance of me was a double strong picket door. I hadn’t even opened it, but the waft of ammonia, herbs, and one thing I could not fairly put the finger on hit my nostril and assaulted my senses.

I knocked on the door after I recovered.

Listening to no response, I opened the door and let myself in.

Was Ulysses gathering supplies within the forest once more?

Contained in the lab, there have been two cauldrons within the fire. All types of supplies held on the ceiling, and all types of liquids and unifiable objects that have been sealed in glass jars have been on the cupboards. The cabinets have been filled with books, tomes, scrolls, components, and all types of instruments and flasks.

I ponder the place he received the books. Did he convey them with him when he was transported right here?

“Ulysses?” I referred to as out, however nobody answered. “Ulysses!”

No response.

I seemed across the room and noticed a big ebook on the desk. It contained details about potions, components, and mixtures.

He should have been engaged on one thing. I assumed.

“Do you want one thing?”

I jumped on my toes and swiftly turned again on the entrance, solely to search out Ulysses close to the door holding a basket filled with vegetation.

“Ah . . . you scared me.” I sighed and calmed my respiration.

“Do you want one thing?” Ulysses requested once more and, with out taking a look at me, he proceeded to his desk and inspected the supplies he had gathered.

“Uhm . . . I am simply checking in on how these medicines are going.”

Ulysses was writing down some notes on his large ebook after I spoke, jotting down what he noticed from every ingredient.

Might he have written all of the books right here? I puzzled. However that was unimaginable since I solely left for days. He could not have written so many.

Ulysses seemed over at me along with his face hidden by a hood. “Every little thing goes in accordance as scheduled.”

I ponder if I may get to see his face considered one of as of late. However then once more . . . there was part of me that did not need to know.

Ignorance is bliss, I all the time say.

“Is there anything?”

“Oh, sorry! I did not imply to disturb you.” I apologized, and heavy silence descended between us.

Ulysses handled me like I used to be invisible. He wrote on his notes nonstop, and generally, he would draw the ingredient on the paper.

I wasn’t silly, and I may sense that my presence wasn’t welcomed, so I did not extend my keep.

“Nicely, then . . . I will go away you to your work,” I stated whereas swinging my arms, not understanding the place to place them.

Ulysses did not appear to listen to me, as evidenced by his lack of reply even after I closed the door shut.

I took a deep breath. That place was suffocating, and it wasn’t simply due to the scent.

That man was more durable to speak to than Athena and Daedalus.

After visiting Ulysses, I went to the ocean to examine the breakwater and forage. I’d get [Eternal Sand] this time.

Luckily, this present day was nicer for me. In all my 4 tries, I acquired the sand. Nonetheless, they weren’t lots sufficient to plant a single seed in them.

I shifted my consideration to the breakwater, however my thoughts went clean. It was fairly massive, so I had no concept how one can assemble it. All of a sudden, I used to be amazed by the machine constructed to switch these massive boulders onto the waters.

The machine was made from thick wooden, linked by bolts, and there was a internet made from sturdy ropes that carried the boulders into the waters.

I stood there for fairly a while whereas watching the waves crash towards it. It jogged my memory of a sport that considered one of my co-workers performed. It was a farming sport — a simulation sport of some kind.

“A slice of life . . . ,” I muttered.