The next day, just as dawn broke and sunlight spread across the construction site, the [Earth-eating Rich Man] and his team resumed their relentless toil.
In pursuit of the renowned architect, they asked around everywhere—from the construction workers on the street to the regulars in taverns—and finally found architect Carl in a somewhat obscure studio.
Carl's hair was white, his face lined with wrinkles, clearly someone who had been through much. Despite his age, his eyes were bright, exuding a confident professionalism honed through years of tackling architectural challenges.
This gentleman arrived at the construction site unhurriedly, his steps steady and purposeful.
First, he walked a circle around the planned land, seemingly measuring it with the soles of his shoes. Fixing his gaze relentlessly upon the ground, he missed not a single detail.
