Varyan knew Shallan too well; he had a flexible moral compass, but was always stubborn on small matters.

Bohrawis,

Dawn City,

Tigwen, along with several of his disciples, directed the craftsmen to tear down all the previously piled stones, preparing to re-plan the most important building of Faox, the Temple of Truth, according to his own design.

After seeing the cement fired by His Majesty the King, Tygwene became more bold in his design for the Temple of Truth, hoping to build a true work of art that would allow him to be remembered forever.

"Father, I want to join the army."

A young man walked up to Taigwen who was sitting on a stone drawing a blueprint and said, but the old man just paused for a moment with the charcoal pencil in his hand and continued to draw hard as if he didn't hear anything.

"Jin, you're already a member of the militia, what nonsense are you talking about?"

The middle-aged man who was accompanying Taigwen and watching him draw looked up and scolded his brother who was a dozen years younger than him.

"I mean, I'm going to join the Knights."

"The Knights' selection has already ended. How are you going to get in?"

"But the entire Knight Order only has thirty-two people, and they'll definitely be recruiting more in the future. I wasn't as skilled as others in the last selection, so I want to join the patrol team to hone my martial arts and prepare for the next selection!"

Jin has black hair and a resolute face. At the age of eighteen, he still has a hint of immaturity. He does not have the impetuousness of a young person and always speaks every word calmly and confidently.

"Does the stonemasonry make you feel ashamed?"

Tigwen finally spoke. This always silent old man always had the power to speak directly to people's hearts, making Jin, who was so majestic just now, a little wilted.

"No, I... I just feel that being a warrior is more meaningful than being a stonemason..."

Tygwen was not as angry as Jin had imagined. He stood up and patted Jin on the shoulder and said:

"Jin, I don't rule out you becoming a warrior. Every profession has its meaning. But do you want to become a warrior for your own vanity or to protect this country?"

Tygwen looked at the construction site filled with stones and continued to speak to King, who was lost in thought.

"I heard that this place used to be full of weeds and shrubs, but it was opened up by Your Majesty himself, and it became the first blessed land of the Lord of Truth.

A king can step down from the throne and pick up a sword, or he can sit in a castle and rule over the people. This does not deny that they are the king above all others, and everything they do is for their country.

If a king is afraid of losing his dignity and does not pick up the sickle to cultivate the mountains and forests, his territory will always be barren. If a soldier fights only for vanity instead of for the people he protects, he will never be strong.

I have no objection to you wanting to live a fulfilling life in the future, but I don't want you to become a warrior just to satisfy your vanity. If one day warriors are no longer respected, will you throw away your weapons and become a stonemason again?

"I understand, Father."

Jin felt a little ashamed. The reason he wanted to join the Knights was because they were the only warriors with full body armor with blue stripes, while the militia only had half armor, and many of them were just ordinary steel armor.

"If you really want to prepare for the next selection of the Knights, move more rocks to practice your strength. Strength can defeat skill. Sometimes the simplest things, when done to the extreme, are extraordinary."

Hearing this, Jin nodded seriously, ran to a huge rock, practiced breathing techniques to adjust his state, then picked up the rock and began to move it with those who required several people to lift it.

"Father, Jin is smart, unlike me who is dumb, and he is the only one who can inherit your legacy."

"It's okay, Ryze. Your daughter Tilia is quite smart, so I can pass on my skills to my granddaughter."

Hearing this, the middle-aged Ryze smiled naively.

The Temple of Truth is located on the hillside behind Dawn City. From here, you can not only overlook the entire Dawn City, but also see the rolling Emerald River not far from Dawn City.

At the riverside dock, a busy crowd loaded barrels filled with wine and beverages onto the boat one by one, and transported the supplies that had been stored on the boat to the newly built warehouse.

Xia Lan lay in the rocking chair made by the carpenter to recuperate and prepare to set sail tomorrow. In addition to leaving one ship behind in case of an accident, the Silver Deer will also set sail. It is hoped that this time the fleet can bring back more resources for the development of Bolavis.