"Hup hup."
Tattakai stuffed the new clothes into a wooden chest, flipped it up with a toe, balanced it on his head, and dashed outside. Behind him, a string of little river otters followed in a line.
The Great Beaver mounted Blacktooth and wobbled left and right through the garden, meticulously noting down every detail of the house in his notebook, ready to carve them with precision when he got back.
Ever since the Heavenly God had promised to give the Toad King a pavilion and assigned him this task, he was ready to launch a brand-new "Righteous Prosperity Town" series, shrinking the entire settlement down into a miniature. Every two months, he would complete another section, never again racking his brain for new warships or models.
Thinking.
Too exhausting, beaver.
"Every month I make you new clothes. Don't you dare be reluctant to wear them. If they tear, just throw them out. You're husband and wife, both in the Perfect Manifestation Realm—not some struggling small household."
"Godmother, how could we bear to throw away what you gave us?"