After thanking the gods, the devout people thought it was urgent to rebuild the temple of the god of war. The Champ de Mars, where the God of War appeared and retreated from the enemy, leaving a bloody eye, was considered the best place, and the designer who built the Champ de Mars. Naturally, the skeletons were the perfect choice to rebuild the temple.

The temple of the god of war is too important in people's hearts! Without it, the warriors would not know where their courage would come from, and the prayers of their parents, wives and children would have nowhere to put them. For two years, Igfi had been exhausted in drawings, stones, carvings, and lacquer, and had returned to Helios Island only a handful of times. With less than a year left before the temple's expected completion, it was a crucial period for the design and carving of the interior, which he was best at.

He wouldn't have left the site at any point. But the father said he couldn't wait any longer.

Thinking of this, a deep guilt welled up in Igfi's chest.

In the last few meetings he had with his father over the past two years, he described heartbreaking dreams to him.

In his dream, his mother stood alone and drenched in a threshold, not speaking, but her mournful eyes were clearly asking why no one had come to look for her. Father tried to go up and hold Mother's hand, but the threshold could not be crossed, it was the vines of the Eternal Forest coiled, boundless, towering into the sky. When he woke up from the dream, he was still shaking and involuntarily calling out the names of his loved ones.

Igfi patiently comforted his father and made many donations to Wanji Temple in the name of his father and mother. But my father's anxiety did not lessen. Igfi understood that he and his wife were too busy to take care of him, and his father's health was deteriorating. He feared that if he died suddenly and his soul returned to the Eternal Forest, he would pass by his wife without knowing it because of the lack of guidance from a psyker. I am even more worried that if I die peacefully in my sleep, I will climb the mountain of tranquility under the guidance of the gods, leaving my wife alone in endless loneliness.

Two months ago, my father wrote to him that he would have to leave on the next turn day.

He was powerless to stop it, and he couldn't stop it.

As a child, Igofi listened to his father tell me many times. When he was a teenager, his grandfather was buried at the bottom of the sea, and his grandmother resolutely went to the Eternal Forest to follow. My father was suddenly helpless, but fortunately my mother lived with him. In his words, he never showed a trace of complaint about his grandmother for abandoning him, but was relieved that his grandfather was accompanied by his grandmother. He knew that if Cheng Jiao was still young at that time, his father would definitely look for it when his mother left.

After receiving a letter from his father, he rushed to work day and night, and finally set aside ten free days. It was supposed to take six days to get to and from the Isle of Wars, but the ship at sea was delayed by a heavy rainstorm for a day, and he had just arrived an hour earlier, so he changed into a reincarnation day dress and rushed to Myohozan Maniji Temple.

Igfi straightened his waist on horseback. Although he had been busy with his master and skeleton craftsman in the five islands when he was a teenager, he had not yet adapted to the sea boat, and he had no appetite for the bumps along the way, and he did not eat a bite of the breakfast prepared at home. He was so hungry that he thought his face must be ugly.

But that's not the case. If someone were standing in the Pavilion at this time and looking at the crowd on the avenue in front of the temple, they would quickly catch the eye of the handsome black-haired man on a maroon gold-maned horse.

Igfi will be thirty-eight years old at Advent this year, and thanks to the favor of the gods and his never-ending work, his physical and mental condition is no different from that of a young man in his twenties. His dark and thick hair was all back and neatly combed, and there was a confident look between his eyebrows. He is very tall, his chest is not thick, and he does not look so strong, but it matches his slender limbs, exuding a unique free and easy temperament. Instead of wearing a leather apron and a linen robe as usual, he changed into the gown he would wear on Turning Day—a soft dark green cotton half-shirt, tonal trousers, and a brown belt with leaf-like trim around his waist. The outfit made him look like a wandering singer who roamed the city, winning the hearts of the girls with his songs and stories, rather than a craftsman who often had lime sawdust on his face.

The woman in green on a white mare in front of her leaned slightly sideways and waved gently to him, signaling him to step forward.

Igfi thought to herself, and his wife must have thought they were walking too slowly. He kicked the horse in the belly to catch up and rode side by side with his wife. Just as he was about to show her the gate at the end of the winding road, and tell her not to be anxious, his wife stretched out her left hand in front of him and spread out her palm—a ball of barley wheat.

He couldn't help but smile as he took the lukewarm rice ball, and his wife looked at him, her face covered by a green veil, but her smiling eyes were crooked, which warmed his heart.

The wife didn't want to let many people who watched the ceremony and donate to the ceremony find out her identity today, so she not only covered her face, but even took off the purple diamond ring on the middle finger of her left hand, which symbolized the identity of the shrine maiden of the hot spring hall. She wore a green gauze cotton dress and a brown lace-up cape, and a glance at her slender figure showed that she was not armed.

Although he knew that the woman in front of him could easily subdue the big man even with his bare hands, he still couldn't help but worry. In the past two years, the situation in the five islands has been complicated, anti-god organizations in various places are ready to move, and his wife is in a high position and power, so it is inevitable that she will become the target of public criticism.

Igfi looked around warily.

Fortunately, the preoccupied people hurried forward or whispered softly to the people around them, and no one noticed that the Lord of the Hot Springs Hall was doing something privately. He turned to look back, looking for his wife's personal maid to wait for Torona. It was only when he saw the tall woman straddling the horse, holding the reins in one hand and her waist with the other, her eyes sharp and guarded, following closely at the distance between the two horses behind them, and then she was relieved.

The rice balls are delicious with peanuts and walnuts. Igfi ate but remembered someone.

"Jin Ye, do you remember that I told you that the little boy named Shifang that I accepted as an apprentice half a year ago?"