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Chapter 414. The Surge in Orders
"Om..."

Skillfully using his sword, Jiang Jianxin reached the top of the garbage heap. He jumped off the sword, yawned, and told his intuition:

"I feel so tired lately, why is there so much to do?"

As she leaped and darted through the piles of garbage, her intuition slowly echoed in her mind:
[It's just that time has been a bit tight lately. Your illness will be cured soon, and you'll be able to go back soon.]

If you're really tired, you can linger here before leaving, have a few nice meals, or visit some of the upscale venues.

[Once the financiers' plan is nearly complete, the situation in the upper echelons of society will change, and things may not be as stable then.]

Jiang Jianxin felt that the answer, Zhen Guo, made sense.

Since arriving here, she has visited the commoners' district several times, but in the noble district, she has only seen the church and the noble academy, and has not yet truly experienced the entertainment here.

She's been very busy lately, and she wants to relax when she has some free time.

"clatter……"

Jiang Jianxin used his lightness skill to swiftly move forward, and about fifteen minutes later, he gently landed in front of Granny Qingye's hut.

Pushing open the plastic door of the shed, the first thing that catches the eye is the lush green vines on the trellis.

The sculptor Grant was carrying a water jug ​​and bending down to tend to the flowers and plants for his mother-in-law.

Upon seeing Jiang Jianxin, she straightened up and greeted him with a smile:
"Coming?"

Jiang Jianxin nodded in acknowledgment, then turned and walked into the house.

The curtains separating the rooms in the small house were drawn, and the sounds of Granny Qingye and a young woman talking could be heard from inside. Next to the curtains, a medicine stove was bubbling away, which must have belonged to the sculptor.

Jiang Jianxin walked to the curtain, intending to pull it open, but then felt it would be impolite. After thinking about it, she decided not to rush and went out to accompany the sculptor Grant in watering the flowers, while waiting for the two of them to meet.

Grant was looking down at a pot of closed purple flower buds when she saw Jiang Jianxin come out of the house. She wasn't surprised and smiled, saying:

"They've been talking for a while now, and I guess they'll be done soon. Let's chat for a bit."

Jiang Jianxin nodded and walked to her side. Grant put down the kettle, took off his usual gloves, revealing the hands of a sculptor.

It wasn't beautiful, because from long-term use of tools like hammers and chisels, her palms and the base of her fingers were thick and strong, and the space between her thumb and forefinger appeared somewhat large, but her nails were cut short and neat.

At this moment, she was gently extending her fingers, presenting her left hand to Jiang Jianxin, her voice radiant:
"Look, he proposed to me...we're finally engaged."

On the ring finger, a ring rests quietly.

Jiang Jianxin didn't know much about the local wedding customs. He only felt that the gemstone was not the usual diamond, but rather like a handful of frozen water, clear and translucent, with a faint iridescent luster.

The teardrop-shaped cut surface refracts the sunlight filtering through the vines and leaves, creating delicate, iridescent hues. Amidst the shadows of flowers and the verdant greenery, it is serene yet dazzling, breathtakingly beautiful.

"It looks great, it suits you well, you look beautiful wearing it."

Jiang Jianxin gazed at the hands—roughened by years of wielding a carving knife, with knuckles calloused and the base of the thumb broad—and the exquisite ring adorning them. The combination was jarring, yet Jiang Jianxin remained composed, speaking calmly. Grant laughed, a laugh even deeper than before, like honey spreading from the depths of his heart:

"Thank you."

"Actually, we originally wanted to get married directly, but we suddenly took on a lot of work carving statues of gods and were too busy to leave, so we had to get engaged first."

"We'll have the wedding once we're done with this busy period."

Jiang Jianxin's attention shifted slightly:

"A large number of orders for idols?"

The sculptor nodded and said:
"Yes, I don't know if you've heard the rumor, it's only recently started."

Jiang Jianxin shook his head and asked:
"what?"

Grant said:
"It is said that the next period of divine grace will be the grandest in history, and the Vulcan will bestow the most intense blessings."

Grant slowly and gently put the gloves back on his hands.
"Many people who hold divine grace certificates are rushing to order statues of deities because these statues are believed to enhance the effect of receiving divine grace."

She smiled, her eyes reflecting the dappled light filtering through the vines and leaves:
"So orders for idols have been unusually high lately, almost several times higher than usual... Maybe this is God's blessing on my marriage."

Jiang Jianxin's lips twitched slightly, and he finally spoke tactfully:
"Hmm... it's best to be cautious about rumors. We should verify this information further."

Grant shook his head, his tone resolute:
"The newly released book 'The Vastness of Divine Grace' by the Rose Group also mentions this period of divine grace and cites many historical records to estimate the specific time, so it can't be wrong."

What she didn't say was that due to a surge in orders for idols and soaring prices of raw materials, she had invested a large portion of her savings to stockpile stone and timber.

But she felt it was all worth it—once the statues were delivered, she would not only recoup her costs but also make a considerable profit.

With orders still increasing, Grant's eyes lit up with a hopeful smile as he considered whether he should order another batch of raw materials.

Jiang Jianxin looked into her bright eyes, then his gaze gently returned to the ring.

She recalled the look in Grant's eyes when he and his fiancé gazed at each other, and could almost see the white doves fluttering up at their wedding, carrying blessings as they flew over the lovers' shoulders.

But the conversation near the church late at night a few days ago, and the truth revealed by the answer, suddenly crashed back into my mind at this moment—

Isn't that god about to fall into oblivion?

[...This scheme by the financiers targets the entire Vulcan Domain; no one can escape its grasp.]

The thought of this sent a chill down my spine.

　My new book is about to be released, so I'm stockpiling manuscripts for it. I'll just update the old book for now and use this time to brainstorm the plot. The supporting characters are all too intelligent and they're all up to no good. I'll have to figure out what's going on first.

　　I'm updating a little late today because I made some revisions.

　　(End of this chapter)