"Done then."

Little Piggy's grin was so wide. "Remember our deal, mortal, or I'll kill you myself." He oinked with his childish high, pitch nasal voice.

I knew that killing me was never going to happen.

I rolled my eyes. "Can you now go and check the Rocky Mountains then?"

Little Piggy's face turned grumpy. "Fine. But know this is your last command for this month, and you can't stop me from roaming free after this."

If it's so disobedient, then I don't have any use for it than maybe a meat shield? "I don't care what you do after this as long as you check those Rocky Mountains if it's livable or not."

"Heh. I want you to beg on your knees and plead with your head grinding on the mud . . . but this would have to suffice." Little Piggy showed its butt and flipped its tail before its tiny wings fluttered and carried him in the air.

He then zoomed towards the Rocky Mountains while humming a tune. "All the food I can eat ~ All the place I can go ~ Hmm . . . tender pork steak I'm coming~."

I shook my head at Little Piggy's retreating form until he disappeared on the horizon.

"Let's go home. I still need to rest first and forage as soon as I wake up." From all that happened, my body and mind were at their limits, and I needed to re-energize.

Athena merely blinked and followed behind me as we traversed back to my territory. If we hurry, it was a thirty-minute or so walked from the shore back to the barren village.

"Should we wait for Little Piggy to return first, My Lord, before we build our fence around the perimeter of your house? If he returned with good news then . . . our resources–"

"No need," I cut in. I knew what she was going to say — saving our resources to build in the Rocky hills instead of building it on the lower ground where the flood might reach and topple everything to mud.

"If little piggy indeed brings good news, then I'm merely going to build a second house up there," I said, and Athena's face lightened.

It was the first time that I saw her eyes shone when she looked at me.

"That's good thinking, my lord."

I knew she would be able to get it.

"By continuing building in the ground, we have a reserve encase Little Piggy brings in bad news. But if the Rocky Mountains turned out to be livable, then we will merely relocated there. Just a small house and farm to get by that Daedalus could finish on time.

"Besides, I need to establish my house first in order to claim the territory as my own and enter Roselake Town. We don't have time to wait for Little Piggy to bring back the good news. It's a race against time, and we have to keep all options open until then."

I hadn't forgotten about the System that had said that I needed a pass to enter the town. But if I was the mayor of my territory, I think I didn't need that pass.

Right System?

And by tomorrow, Little Piggy would already have returned with the news. If it's good news, then we will abort the plans here and relocate to the top.

However . . . if it was bad news, then we didn't have a choice but to continue building in the lower lands, get those tokens, and start building that dam.

I looked over at the night sky. There were still dark clouds looming over the horizon, and there was a threat of rain.

With the glowing crystals as light, I took up the tools that Daedalus made lying near a small hut as soon as we arrived at the Barren Village.

[Acquired, Gold Hammer]

[Acquired, Gold Pickaxe]

[Acquired, Gold Axe]

Gold?

Tier?

That's good news.

I looked over at the golem, who was busy building my fence. I was surprised that he had already built a meter of the wall with so little time. If this kept up, he would surely finish the wall in less than four days. The third night was the earliest, enough time for little Piggy to come back before all his effort would go to waste when Little Piggy brought in a 'bad news.'

Then my eyes flickered at the small hut made of logs. It was nothing fancy, but it gave off a homey vibe. It's just a nine sq. meter hut made of logs and a roof made of dried leaves held together by nets.

I went inside and was amazed that it had a single bed constructed from wood and leaves as bedding. It even had a side table where a lamp was situated. There was also a bucket of water next to the bed, together with a smooth stone and four pieces of leaves.

What drew my eyes was the lamp. It was sculpted of gold in a shape of a bird holding a [Glowing Crystal] on its beck.

With just a tiny piece of the [Glowing Crystal], it illuminated the room like a 12 watts bulb.

What's more, the bird's tail operated like a lever that dimmed the [Glowing Crystal] enough to have a comfortable sleep.

Haa . . . I skimmed my jawline.

Why were the villagers use fire when they could mine [Glowing Crystals] for light?