Petty, how goes the progress? Fong Hao inquired softly as he approached.
Suddenly, a skeleton approached and spoke, startling Petty, causing her to shudder and raise her large ears.
However, she quickly regained her composure, realizing that it was Fong how employing his magic to control the skeletons.
"My lord," Petty said hurriedly, bowing, and the pigman behind her followed suit.
"Very well, show me your advancements," Funhow commanded directly.
Yes, my lord.
Please follow me, Petty replied, leading him out of the village.
After a 20-minute trek through the woods, they arrived at the mining area.
Outside the mine, the initial structure of a defensive wall was taking shape alongside simple wooden huts and the pigmen who remain behind.
According to your instructions, my lord, we have begun constructing the defensive wall and the road, Petty explained.
Since formally becoming a subordinate village of Fongghao, Pigman Village had experienced remarkable development.
Its foundational structures had all been upgraded under Fong Hao's guidance, effectively accelerating the village's growth by several years.
However, this progress did not bring joy to the Pigmen.
Instead, they remained anxious, diligently completing the tasks assigned by Fongghow.
Their fear of him stemmed not only from his position as lord, but also from his ability to command an army of the undead and wield various peculiar powers.
The higher-ups among the pigmen had privately discussed whether Fongo was a human with extraordinary abilities or a necromancer in disguise.
Yet, they had reached no conclusion.
The only unanimous sentiment among them was to avoid provoking Fong how and granting him any opportunity to deal with the Pigman village.
Hence they approached the tasks he assigned with utmost seriousness mobilizing the entire village men and children to construct the walls and roads.
Fonga remained silent and the nearby pigmen immediately tensed appearing apprehensive.
After a brief pause, Fongo softly remarked, "The progress is quite satisfactory.
" A collective sigh of relief resonated behind him.
As long as my lord is pleased, we are merely fulfilling our duties," Petty said quietly from the side.
"Arange for some residents to head to the main territory tomorrow to procure some essential living supplies," Fonho added.
Life in Pigman village was modest, classified as a small village.
After vanquishing the Fireblade tribe, Fonho had scavenged over 10,000 wooden beds and various furnishings.
He had sold some through the regional channel.
Yet, a surplus remained.
He intended to send these items to Pigman village to enhance their living conditions.
Upon hearing Fongs words, Petty and the others were momentarily takenback, but quickly responded.
Ah, oh, very well.
I will arrange for someone to go first thing in the morning.
That will be all for now.
I shall take my leave, Fong Ho concluded.
After Fongo finished speaking, he promptly disengaged from the divine state.
The skeleton, now devoid of a guiding will, had the flickering flame of its soul extinguished.
After a moment of bewilderment, it headed directly towards the pigman village, returning to its original post.
Chief, what does this mean? Inquired a more senior pigman, his brow furrowed in confusion.
Petty hurriedly gestured for silence, softly calling out, Bolton.
Bolton stepped forward instantly.
Yes, Chief.
Tomorrow morning, take some individuals to the main territory to fetch the daily necessities as mentioned by the lord, Petty instructed.
Understood, Chief, Bolton replied with a nod.
Very well, let us return, Petty said gently, leading the group of pigmen back to the village.
Upon releasing the divine state, Fong Hao awoke from his slumber.
He opened the window, gazing at the twilight sky.
As nightfall approached in this era devoid of computers and smartphones, it was time for rest.
Perhaps due to the magical potion he had consumed, he found himself untroubled by the usual attentions of mosquitoes.
In this new world, even the presence of insects did not result in any bites.
Knock knock.
A gentle wrapping at the door interrupted his thoughts.
Master, are you awake? It's quite warm today.
Should I prepare bath water for you? The voice of resonated from outside.
She had come specifically to check on him upon hearing his movements.
After a moment of contemplation, Fong Hoa decided a bath would be pleasant.
Yes, please prepare it.
Certainly, master.
Just a moment.
I replied, her footsteps gradually fading away.
Shortly thereafter, as Fong descended the stairs and entered the bathroom, he found the tub filled with warm water.
He shed his garments and luxuriated in the soothing embrace of the bath.
Ah, this is quite delightful.
He couldn't help but appreciate I s meticulousness.
The water temperature was perfect.
A gentle mist began to rise within the bathroom creek.
The bathroom door opened, revealing I clad in a simple tube top and shorts.
Her porcelain skin glistened with droplets of mist enhancing her ethereal beauty.
"Master, allow me to assist you with your bathing," she offered, positioning herself beside the tub to gently wipe his back.
Fong Hao chose not to speak.
instead relishing the delicate touch of the girl s movements.
Both understood the nature of their relationship in this era.
The ambiguous dynamics between master and maid.
The charged atmosphere lingered for quite some time.
After Fong Hao finished bathing, I blushed deeply as she helped him dawn his clothing.
The following morning, Fong Hao was roused from his sleep by a knock at the door.
Come in, he called out.
I opened the door and announced, Master, Mister Bolton has arrived with his men.
Oh, they vi come quite early, Fongghao yawned, stretching his limbs.
I entered the room to assist him in dressing.
Master, what would you like for breakfast? She inquired softly.
Something simple will suffice, he replied.
Understood.
After the events of the previous night, the atmosphere was charged with unspoken understanding.
As heir served Fong Ha, she became less restrained and shy, and their relationship grew significantly closer.
After dressing and finishing her morning routine, she directly headed to the lord's wooden cabin.
From a distance, she spotted the troop of pigheaded creatures led by Bolton, seated on benches and awaiting their lord's presence.
Upon seeing Fong how emerged, they hurriedly bowed, exclaiming, "Good morning, my lord.
" Heir invited Bolton and the others into the hall to wait.
However, the pigmen opted to remain outside, patiently awaiting their lord's awakening from his sweet dreams.
Well then, let us proceed to the warehouse and see what you all require.
Fong Ho yawned, leading the group towards the storage area.
Bolton nodded and guided the other pigmen closely behind Fong Hao.
Due to Fong Ho's favorable impression of Bolton, the latter standing within the Pigman village had risen considerably.
Apart from the village chief and a few elders, Bolton enjoyed the highest prestige among them.
Moreover, Fongo's territory was undeniably formidable.
Aside from the rabbit girl they had just encountered, the only beings roaming within and outside the territory were welle equipped skeletons.
This reality heightened the pigman's already existing fear of Fong Hao, rendering them even more cautious and respectful.
After navigating through layers of structures, they arrived at a vast open space enclosed by a fence.
The area was brimming with various scavenged items and a mountain of basic resources.
These wooden beds and furniture appear to be of superior quality compared to yours.