Phoenix Rising: From Heartache to Heroism

Chapter 649 Weaving Bamboo Baskets

A week later, the workers arrived at the back mountain by helicopter and started the project once all the materials had been delivered.

Violeta lived and ate alongside them, seamlessly fitting into their routine.

At first, Elden assumed Violeta was quite delicate, given her refined appearance. However, he was surprised to see how quickly she adapted and showed no signs of discomfort. "Why did you assume I was delicate?" Violeta asked.

"The last person from Glorialand who visited brought two attendants with him," Elden replied while fetching water. "Those attendants complained about our food and insisted on cooking their meals, always demanding meat dishes."

The Hermitage has always maintained a vegetarian diet. Once accustomed to this way of eating, Elden found the smell of meat quite unpleasant.

This made him somewhat irritated with the attendants.

However, since it was the Master's request, he had to put up with it.

"Just two attendants?"

Violeta shook her head, sensing that James might have experienced a decline in status.

After all, he was the esteemed Your Highness of Glorialand. In today's world, how many places still use such a grand title as Your Highness? Being a ruler naturally means having the luxury of being selective.

often indulge in luxuries like

lot of sincerity,

just that Elden and the others didn't understand

elaborate further and said, "By the way, I noticed some unfinished bamboo baskets in the room.

do bamboo weaving because he struggled with the delicate work. Every time he

and not to rush things, as this was also part

pretend to listen, but he often secretly stored his failed

in the small bamboo house, she noticed Elden's

to help me with weaving? Never mind, do you know how to weave? I'll handle it myself once I'm done with my

know how to weave. How about you let me

didn't take her seriously and headed to the dining hall with

half-finished basket Elden had left, and settled in to finish weaving it with

wove, her thoughts

her past

since Zelena returned to the Blake

under her control, like a puppet on

even more was how biased Mr. and Mrs. Blake were, which

weaving again, her thoughts wandered to the happy times since her rebirth, from her school days to her