Thinking of this, the youth sighed deeply, acknowledging that the development of productive force was the foundation of societal progress. In this era, productive forces meant metal tools... The copper mines of Tarasco were essential!
After inspecting Heavenly Fire Island, he left new orders. Then, Xiulote looked at Talaya again and gestured for her to come closer. The pottery girl modestly bowed her head, approaching like a timid deer.
Xiulote gazed at Talaya's beautiful profile in silence. Repeated coincidences and interactions had left a ripple in the young man's heart, but that ripple would soon smooth over. In the lake of his heart, there was only the maiden in white, who he longed for and had promised his life to.
The youth thought of the dangers involved in mixing gunpowder, hesitated for a moment, then spoke.
"Talaya, it might be dangerous here. Do you want to come back to the High Priest's Mansion with me?"