It was already late, and Ethan could not care about Ellian's desire to repay his gratitude, but he could still take care of his daily life. He asked Ellian to pick a clean room in the wing and clean it up before dawn so that he could move in at night.
Although this temple has been around for thousands of years, it was built in a natural place where spirits gather. It was also covered by his magic power. After opening the door, there was not much dust, and insects and ants did not dare to gnaw easily. As long as the smell was slightly reduced and the bedding was changed, it could be lived in. Ellian quickly cleaned up a room, threw away the old tents and bedding used by others, spread a layer of reed mat on the wooden bed, and put his own duck down mattress on it, then opened the doors and windows for ventilation and returned to the courtyard.
Ethan then led him to the back of the hall to look at the canal.
The bottom of the canal was paved with pebbles, the water was clear and slightly sweet, and a reservoir of several square meters was dug next to the wall. The garden in the backyard that was opened by mortals was overgrown, but the land was full of spiritual energy and moisture. Grabbing a handful of soil and squeezing it, it felt sandy and soft, and with a little force, it could be kneaded into a lump. It was considered excellent fertile soil. As long as the weeds on it were cleared and the land was well prepared, anything could grow well.
Ellian's fingertips extended several thin roots, which extended into the moist soil with enjoyment, and he praised: "Good soil. Better than the soil by my lake. My lakeside is all clay, and I can't grow formal spiritual plants. I can only grow some arrowhead mushrooms, wild rice stems, etc. in the wetland, and let some goose grass grow on the shore. You have such good soil here. If you grow a garden of vegetables, you don't have to go out to buy food all year round."
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