Samuel Young looked at him in shock. “So proactive? So eager to work? With this level of dedication, you could join the Party.”

He had forgotten about Nate.

Earth elves are best at digging; they are born farmers, skilled at digging, herding grass, and tilling the land. In the world of the Tree of Life, they, along with the goblins of the underground city and the farm angels of the Sky City, are known as the three great farming experts.

Realizing this, Old Young tossed aside the hoe. “Come down and dig, dig deeper—we need to plant this grass.”

No tools were needed. After jumping to the ground, Nate bent over and started digging with his hands.

The earth elf’s hands were large and slender. The prairie soil was hard, but when Nate’s hands plunged into the earth, it was like a knife slicing into butter—he easily scooped out a big handful of soil.

Samuel Young felt relieved. He cut some elephant grass roots and carried them up to the roof to lay them out.

With the rough, cool elephant grass as padding, sitting down was no longer scorching hot.

During a break from work, he boiled a pot of water over a wood fire. By the time the elephant grass was laid out on the roof, the water was boiling. He made himself a cup of coffee: even though it was instant, it still smelled wonderful.

Sitting on the edge of the roof, legs dangling, he leisurely watched the sunset. The red sun was no longer as fierce and dazzling as it was during the day. It hung in the western sky, slowly descending, while a crescent moon gently rose. Dusk had arrived.

From the rooftop, he could gaze out at the vacation town. The little town at dusk looked especially gentle, bathed in pale golden light that illuminated the rooftops and streets. The evening breeze rustled the acacia trees by the roadside, and wisps of smoke lazily drifted up from the rooftops.

Everything was hazy, as if it were a distant dream.

Watching the sunset and sipping coffee, Samuel Young felt as if he had melted into this world.

Being a salted fish was so comfortable—just hang up, let the sea breeze blow, and bask in the sun.

As he was lazily enjoying himself, a large fruit on the Tree of Life suddenly began to shake.

Samuel Young was startled. When did another fruit grow so big? Is another elf about to be born?

He was right. As the fruit shook, the tree spirit’s panel popped up:

Just as he thought of this, the tree spirit promptly displayed a panel: [Young Lord, congratulations on building a humble dwelling in your own territory. Reward delivered (Earth Elf *1)]

The big fruit fell to the ground, and a little green fellow, just like Nate, crawled out.

After appearing, he looked around in confusion. “Huh? Where is the esteemed Lord?”

Seeing his kin appear, Nate stopped working. Hands on his hips, he stood proudly in front of the new earth elf and said, “Hey, newbie, are you blind? The Lord is right next to you and you didn’t even see him? Ah, the tragedy of being short.”

The wife has become the matron.

The new earth elf looked at him levelly and asked, “Aren’t we all short?”

Nate immediately lost his swagger. He pointed to the roof in frustration and said, “The Lord is up there.”

The new earth elf instantly prostrated himself. “Greetings, great Elven Lord! I am your loyal clansman, the cold-blooded earth elf, Danny.”

Samuel Young looked down at him and asked, “So your surname is Cold-blooded, and your name is Danny, right?”

“Yes.”

“Alright, cold-blooded kid, go dig with your senior.”

The new earth elf had a tough fate—just born and hadn’t even had a good look at the world before starting to work.

All they could do was dig. The elephant grass, which stood four meters tall, was like towering trees to them. Planting it would require Samuel Young’s help.

They worked from dusk until the sky was full of stars, and finally, the Tree of Life was covered with elephant grass.

The rest was up to Samuel Young. He closed his eyes and sensed the Life Spring Water stored in his mana pool, then cast the Dewfall Spell for the first time.

Half of the Life Spring Water vanished from the mana pool, transforming into a fine mist that enveloped the area Samuel Young pointed to. Some fell on the elephant grass and was absorbed directly; some landed on the ground, merged with the soil, and was then absorbed by the grass roots.

Animals and birds could also sense the allure of the Life Spring. Several honeyguides flew from the trees to the elephant grass, opening their beaks to snatch the Life Spring mist from the air. In the distance, the golden lion tamarin family came running too, but they were too far away—by the time they arrived, it was all gone.

But they had another trick: they went straight for the South African pigeon grass on the ground, chewing it up. The pigeon grass had absorbed some of the Life Spring mist, but before it could take it in, it was eaten.

The tree spirit panel popped up again: [The young Lord is maturing, but as the saying goes, “A sharp sword is forged through honing, and the fragrance of plum blossoms comes from bitter cold.” You need experience, and the Elven City needs to become famous. So, take your followers and embark on your journey: patrol your territory at night and protect the Tree of Life (rewards available).]

Looking at the words on the panel, Samuel Young frowned. After thinking for a while, he said, “Tree spirit, there’s something I don’t understand.”

[Please speak, my Lord.]

“Did you go to school in China or something? You even know classical poetry? That’s not scientific!”

[I know everything you know, you rascal.]

“Get lost!”

[Okay.]

While building the color steel tile house, Samuel Young had intermittently gone out to buy daily necessities. He had already bought bedding and pillows, so tonight he could move in with just his bag and didn’t need to go back to town.