The plot of "Quick Transmigration: The Charismatic One Always Collapses" is incomplete.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, Wen Yubai went to the suburbs.

He first went to the book copying room, which was a place for commoners to copy books.

This place was originally just a simple three-story wooden house. Little Beard provided the design drawings, and Bishop Dickens assigned people to do some simple renovations.

The exterior looks quite decent, with many windows and good natural lighting.

Wen Yubai pushed open the door and went in.

Sunlight streamed in from all directions, casting dappled shadows on the wooden floor. The lobby on the first floor was furnished with several large wooden tables, some of which could accommodate seven or eight people, and were divided into separate small rooms by low partitions.

There are many bookshelves around, some placed against the wall, and others serving as partitions between areas.

There are still many empty spaces on the bookshelf, probably because they haven't been filled yet.

Wen Yubai didn't look closely at the types of books; he was more concerned about the number of people who came.

A quick glance revealed that there were fewer than ten commoners who had come to copy the documents, while the priests who had been sent out outnumbered them.

The second and third floors are not yet fully tidied up and are not open to the public. Priests carrying stacks of books occasionally walk down the stairs.

The commoners who were copying the book wrote crookedly, their faces showing a mixture of reluctance and bewilderment.

The priests on the first floor remained unmoved, busy with their own tasks.

Wen Yubai felt relieved.

Great, everything is going as expected.

After leaving the book-copying room, Wen Yubai went to the rich man's labor field.

Before I even got close, I heard the crisp sound of shovels hitting rocks, indicating that people were already working there.

The hired laborers, dressed in uniform gray-blue work clothes, were methodically clearing the foundation, moving materials, and erecting scaffolding. Their skilled movements showed they were professionals.

In stark contrast were a group of fair-skinned, delicate-looking nobles and wealthy merchants, dressed impeccably.

They looked flustered and clumsy at the moment, panting and dragging their feet as they moved piles of materials.

Wen Yubai raised an eyebrow slightly, somewhat surprised.

It wasn't their work efficiency that surprised me, but rather the sheer number of people involved.

He roughly estimated that about thirty wealthy people had voluntarily paid money to work here.

So many people like to spend money to suffer?

Wen Yubai looked them over and found that these people were not very old, mostly young people in their twenties or thirties.

He might have been acting impulsively because of Lorvén; this impulse should dissipate in a few days.

After all, they had to work forty hours to earn two pilgrimages, and Wen Yubai didn't believe they could keep it up.

Wen Yubai found Little Mustache and Erebus at the construction site.

The two were standing in front of a makeshift wooden table, pointing at the blueprints, and it seemed they had been arguing for a while.

Upon seeing Wen Yubai approach, the two immediately pulled him over as a referee and explained their differences in detail.

Erebus reasoned that since mechanical structures were already being incorporated, they might as well go all the way and integrate magical devices.

For example, a miniature light-focusing magic array can be arranged on the existing outer layer;

Small cyclones powered by wind and ice magic are installed at the vents to better maintain airflow and regulate temperature.

The floating staircase is maintained by anti-gravity magic, eliminating the need for traditional fixed supports. It can also be equipped with refractive barriers to achieve invisibility, without blocking light, and so on...

Little Mustache, on the other hand, was a conservative pragmatist. He felt that these things were unnecessary. The physical structure itself was already sufficient to achieve these effects. Adding magical devices would double the overall cost, which was too wasteful.

After listening, Wen Yubai made a judgment in just three seconds.

An artist who doesn't understand magic is not a good architect.

Erebus was a genius!

He absolutely must give it his full support!

Of course, appearances still need to be maintained.

"Mr. Erebus's idea was very forward-thinking."

Wen Yubai changed the subject and looked at the little mustache, "However, your concerns are also reasonable. Cost control is indeed very important."

The little mustache's eyes lit up.

He knew that the Holy Son would definitely agree with him.

Then he heard the Holy Son continue:

"Therefore, I suggest a compromise. Erebus, list these magical devices according to their priority."

"Prioritize core functions and build in phases. If subsequent funding is insufficient, the remaining functions can be cut."

Wen Yubai really wanted to agree immediately, but he was worried that the High Priest might not approve it. He figured he should spend a little more if possible, and make it last.

Little Beard was too reliable; Erebus's suggestion was more to his liking.

Wen Yubai looked at Erebus with increasing admiration.

This scene was witnessed by someone not far away, and Lovin's already faint smile vanished.

He didn't mind the Holy Son of Light's coldness towards him, since the Holy Son of Light was cold to everyone anyway.

But at this moment, Lovin saw that even though Wen Yubai's expression didn't change much, there was a look in his eyes that no one else had ever seen before.

Lovin's gaze fell heavily on the person who had given Wen Yubai that look, his icy blue pupils narrowing slightly.

He didn't have much time to be stunned. The appearance of the chosen one was like a pebble thrown into a lake, and soon people noticed this place.

"It's Lord Lovin! My God, the Chosen One has actually come to the construction site in person!"

"He's looking at me! God above, is he smiling at me?"

"Sir, I've already carried ten baskets of stones! All so I can see you as soon as possible!"

These sweating nobles and wealthy merchants seemed to have been given a shot of adrenaline, and they were all full of energy, wishing they could perform a bare-handed stone-splitting act on the spot to win his attention.

Lovin glanced at them indifferently without any particular expression, then looked away and walked towards the direction where Wen Yubai and the others were.

Wen Yubai also noticed Luo Weien, his brows furrowing slightly before relaxing.

The nobles and wealthy merchants on the field were as if they had been injected with chicken blood, which made Wen Yubai certain that the unexpectedly large number of people on the labor field was because of Lovin.

Loven quickly walked up to him.

Wen Yubai regained his composure and gave a brief introduction to Little Mustache and Erebus.

Little Mustache was so nervous and excited to see the legendary chosen one up close that he stammered.

"God, Your Favored One, hello, I am the architect in charge of the prayer altar..."

Loven smiled at him.

The man with the small mustache looked somewhat dazed for a moment, as if his soul had been captured.

Lovin stopped looking at him and turned his gaze to the person dressed in all black.

"Erebus?"

He savored the name, speaking slowly and deliberately.

"A nice name."

"Um."

Erebus's response was so simple as to be almost indifferent, without a trace of the excitement or honor one would expect when being watched by a god.

Even he himself couldn't explain why, but he instinctively felt a sense of disgust towards this god-favored one whom everyone flocked to.

Perhaps the other person is a chosen one of the gods, receiving far more favor from the light than others.

Looking at the calm Erebus, Wen Yubai couldn't help but think more highly of him.

As expected of someone I value, they were able to resist the charm of Lovin.

Just then, he felt his sleeve being gently tugged.