Charles spent the next few days behaving well, spending his days between classrooms, libraries, cafeterias, gyms and dormitories, occasionally visiting Mothra at the duck farm under construction on the other side of the mangroves.

Because the ducks here are free-range, it is only necessary to build a duck house, hatchery room and feed room.

Mothra, who came from the snowy fields, seemed to like the sea, and when Charles came over after class that afternoon, she said, "Boss, can I live by the sea?"

Charles was stunned and said: "It's no problem to live, but it's not convenient to live by the sea on windy days, especially typhoon ......days."

He said that it stopped here, and that he had heard that the wind blows in the snowy fields in winter as much as a typhoon.

At least on typhoon days, when you run out, you will be blown away at most, and when the wind blows in the winter in the snowfield, people can freeze to death.

"I'm not afraid of the wind. Mothra said.

She said so, and Charles agreed: "Okay, what kind of house do you want?"

Mothra thought for a moment and said a little embarrassed, "Is it okay to have a wooden house?"

Charles thought for half a minute before he figured out that there were more rocks and less wood on the snowfield, and wooden houses and other things could only be lived in by rich people like Little Gray Ash.

He asked, "Where do you want to build the cabin?"

Mosla pointed to a place not far away, where is the junction of the beach and the mangrove forest, the terrain is higher and not afraid of high tide, a little distance from the ring road, there is a small river about ten meters wide from a row of culverts under the road and flows into the mangrove forest from a row of culverts under the road, the location is still okay.

Charles took out a pen and paper and began to design the cabin on the spot.

He sketched out a two-story layout, with the living room, study, dining room, kitchen, storage, toilet and garage on the first floor, and two bedrooms, study, toilet and bathroom on the second floor, with a terrace on top of the garage.

In his previous life, he helped a big boss build a villa, and this time he just used it to change it.

Mothra whispered a little hesitantly, "How come there are two bedrooms?"

She was afraid that when the boss would bring other people over for a "vacation" behind the boss's back, what would she do if she had fun at night and asked herself to go over together?

Charles didn't know what she was worried about, but said, "Leave a room for your sister when she comes to play." ”

"Huh?" Mothra cried out in surprise, she hadn't thought she'd ever seen her sister again.

Charles said as he drew the furniture, "Good job, I'll let the dragon pick up your sister for a while next spring." ”

The eldest sister of the fox girl was suddenly moved to tears.

Charles continued: "After a while, you find a time to learn to drive, you learn that I will give you a van, otherwise it will be inconvenient to travel. ”

He didn't dare to match the fox lady with a motorcycle, there were many accidents on the prairie where the tail of the orc was caught in the back wheel of the car, and the scene was terrible.

"No, no," Mothra shook his head hurriedly, "I'll just ride a horse, and the one on the farm is good." ”

Nowadays, the style of painting in the knowledge city is strange, and vans, motorcycles, bicycles and horses often appear on the road together.

Speaking of the horse in the farmstead, Charles didn't know what to say, because it was the "Ziyue" he had ridden in the caravan.

Charles gave Ziyue to Mordred after going to the elves to participate in the war, but later after having a bicycle, Xiao Mo's classmates stopped riding horses, and then Gawain's mother, Aunt Marcie, went to work, and Xiao Mo gave Ziyue to her, and Ziyue has been raised in the South China Sea Farm since she returned to the island a while ago.

Mothra is an animal trainer and naturally prefers horseback riding. It's just that Charles shook his head and rejected her, and the promotion of motor vehicles should start with the people around him.

The summer night came quite late, enough for Charles to roughly draw the shape of the house and some details with lines.

Mothra was satisfied, she didn't expect her boss to design a house, and she thought at first that she would have enough to live in a cabin.

As long as she is satisfied, so that Charles will have no psychological burden to exploit her. She can be regarded as a prisoner, but she is not treated as well as others.

The civil engineering on the island is basically monopolized by the Forge Theological Academy, after all, their craftsmanship is very good, and ordinary people can't compete with it.

Charles was going to go back tonight to polish the blueprints and let the dwarves do the work.

If this kind of house is good to live in by the sea, in the future he wants to build a row on the side of the naval base for the old men of the Navy nursing home.

According to Marshal Ru's plan, the navy will focus on clearing the coastal monsters in the next few years and assisting the Rurik Kingdom in developing the offshore fishery. The seaside is safe, and with the development of transportation, will beach tourism be far away?

When the coastal economy develops, it will be easy to solve problems such as relying on local naval logistics.

Next, it is to develop an ocean-going fleet and corresponding escort warships, and there are more than two continents in this world.

Aside from them, the only person who knows what this planet looks like is Charles.

He had Reimu's "globe" arrive last month, otherwise he wouldn't have been able to teleport himself to Earl Neville's castle the last time he went on a side quest.

Therefore, he decided to vigorously develop the navy, and did not hesitate to make deals with demons for this purpose, otherwise the devil knows if the inhabitants of other continents except the eastern continent will also fight.

Charles, who was thinking about how to maintain world peace, has returned to Shield Bridge Academy.

It was completely dark, and the street lamps lit up with a slightly harsh light, attracting a lot of bugs to fly nearby, and students walking underneath.

Due to a torrential rain last night, the water flow of the Dun River is very fast today, and there is no sound of frogs in the past, and few students are walking by the river.

"Get out of the way, the brakes are broken!"

"Boom!"

"Poof!!"

"Oh no, someone fell into the river!!"

Charles, who was drifting with the tide under the water, was speechless, in the past few days, he passed by three intersections and two girls collided with him, and from time to time he met girls who came to ask for directions for various reasons, and today he actually developed into a motorcycle collision.

He felt that he couldn't go on like this, what if he refused to go on again, and the mastermind behind the scenes sent a boy to tempt him?

The students on the shore suddenly exclaimed, and when they saw that the person who fell into the river did not swim up on their own, they immediately felt that they were in great trouble.

Charles, who pretended to be dizzy in the river, wondered if the beautiful young lady who knocked herself into the river would cry and give herself artificial respiration when she was fished up.

At this time, he felt a strong spiritual force sweep over his body, and the person who released the spiritual power released a huge ice wall technique to stop him and lift him out of the water, and then two ice elemental people emerged from the ice wall and carried him to the shore.

Charles opened his eyes slightly, and found that the person who saved him was actually Vichy, and the girl who knocked him down was crying by the river.

He thought about it, would it be bad to let the school flower do artificial respiration for himself in public.

Who knew that as soon as this one came ashore, a boy who looked like an iron tower grabbed his ankle and lifted it upside down.

Forget it, this guy keeps shaking him around.

"Great! He choked on water in his lungs. ”

Then the Ru was thrown and smashed to the ground, and before he could pretend to wake up, a pair of large, strong and rough hands pressed against his chest, and then slammed it.

Pawn, cause of death: rescue.