August 25.
Bay Territory, clear skies.
The sky was cloudless, a brilliant cerulean blue.
A silver-white dragon soared across the heavens, greeted by a wave of enthusiastic cheers from below.
Upon witnessing this scene, Matthew was suddenly reminded of Yaya ascending to the throne.
A faint smile involuntarily appeared at the corner of his mouth as Matthew quietly observed the scenery below, the brand-new panoramic view of Baytown.
A row of wooden huts was about to be demolished.
In their place would be rows of tidy three-story cottages.
They were no longer made of the wooden materials of before, but of the long-missed blue bricks and red tiles Matthew knew.
A small portion of processed lime cement had begun to be used in Baytown's further development and construction.
As long as I don't sell it, I make the rules in the entire territory!