Early morning.
In the dim mist, the village awakened under the gradually rising warm sun.
Gauss woke up very early.
Since returning to the village last night, the clay creatures had not stopped, continuously chopping down trees and then transporting the smoothly cut logs to the open space in the village.
They were immensely strong and tireless.
They just required a constant consumption of magic power.
Fortunately, Gauss had plenty of magic power, and his magic power recovery rate was faster than that of normal casters, so he could maintain it.
So, when the villagers who woke up early came to the open space, they were amazed and stood still in disbelief, watching the pile of logs stacked like small mountains.
Some even rubbed their eyes, thinking they hadn't woken up from a dream.
In the mist, a few tall figures were carrying logs far bigger than their bodies, step by step towards the village.
At first, the villagers thought they were people.
