"Alright, perfect!
Seeing the accomodation you can do, and our new hideout, Gatspaws.
The reproduction of the building was perfect.
It was an inn I stayed in the city from wherever I saw it.
I'll go inside.
Through the entrance and to the back of the reception counter there is a dining room space that is not very large and behind it there is also a kitchen and living space.
Return to the entrance and climb the stairs.
The stairs are also well built and probably nothing like a sudden collapse of the building.
The unusually thick walls of the old lair I built before were also considered to be in danger of collapse.
I was worried that if I was the architectural amateur, I would be vulnerable to earthquakes.
I think this new building was originally built by professionals in this world, so at least it would be far better than I would make it.
"But it's a killer landscape..."
However, although the new construction was completed, it was slightly different from the image in my head.
In me, I was looking to recreate the inn.
That should be achievable in terms of architecture alone.
But I have to say it's incomplete when I think of it as a residence.
Because there is no such thing as a doorbell.
If the entrance is also open, there are no doors in the compartments of each room.
The dining room and kitchen don't have anything like tables or shelves either.
Although we have finally recreated the building from the soil, there is nothing attached to the building.
Well, what choice do I have?
Because that's how I used magic.
Luxury will do.
Because although there was a hypothesis and a sense of reality, it was previously unthinkable that a building of this size could be magically created at once.
Let's think of it as a sign of my growth.
"Looks like you need something besides a door."
There are other things that concern me.
There is still a circle of other buildings out there.
Because sometimes the houses that were in the city were built in close proximity to other buildings as the fate of the buildings in the walled city.
At last, there was another building next to the real inn, so the walls of the inn were like nothing decorative.
If it's in the city, you won't even care because you can't see the side walls or anything because there are other buildings.
But the land I've pioneered is vast, and there's no building next door.
From the side, my part-time brother may say something to me again.
"Just for a moment, why don't we build more buildings?"
With that in mind, I activated a new magic.
Consistent with the height of the building's house, a brick wall is built on the side and surrounded all the way around.
I'm going to make this a bunk for the Valkyries, which will continue to increase.
As such, they build walls in the same way on the opposite wall and surround them all the way.
Let's keep the harvest in a warehouse.
However, although the walls could still be built and surrounded, the roof part was to be made by hand.
Hi. They can't create the building itself at once with just brain images.
I took the time to build up the bricks.
"Hey, Ars. You got a minute?
"What's wrong, Dad?
"You have the wood dust. They're angry."
It was when I finished my paragraph on the new building and came back home.
That's what my father talked to me about.
By the way, I'm thinking of moving my base to a pioneering ground any day.
But I still go home and eat my mother's handicrafts now because I don't have any furniture or tools.
My father brought up a troublesome story when I was looking forward to dinner, as usual.
Apparently, there was a build-up of dissatisfaction with the people who make use of the wood dust in the village as a business.
"What's going on?
"That's what I'm complaining about, you knocking down a tree in the woods."
I see.
When I heard the story, I also found out that the wood dust was a good toy.
Originally, the village was surrounded by wooden fences, outside of which the forest was spread.
That's where some professionals cut trees.
Recently, however, changes appeared in the forest situation.
That's what I am.
Normally, cutting a tree is very difficult.
The very task of tapping an axe and cutting a tree is hard.
But moving that cut tree is also a heavy labor.
Speaking of which, it seems to me that in the logging scenes I saw on TV and other things, there were ways that cut trees were dropped into streamed rivers and received downstream.
But it's basically flat around here, so it's a drag and move.
I survive such heavy labor in the presence of magic and servant beasts.
I guess that's unforgivable for the woodcutters.
Above all, it's an issue that comes directly to making money by getting involved in our own work.
I have no idea what it's like to want to complain about one of them.
What's the matter......
If you fight with theoretical armaments, you can say that at the time you cut and pioneer the tree, the land is mine, and if it is my land, what you do with the tree is my freedom.
But when I do that, I think I can rub it.
I was just about to get my head upset about the land issue.