Pre-ordering a pair of underwear.

As I sat at the dining table, IRL brought forth the dinner she had prepared.

Savoring her culinary skills.

I opened the Lord's book and turned to the regional channel.

I sought to procure natural gems, exchanging resources for these precious stones, wondering if anyone would be willing to trade.

Today I had opened a treasure chest revealing the plans for city wall construction.

However, the material requirements were exceedingly high, necessitating a fortnight of gathering.

Alas, I had constructed my own wooden walls, feeling an overwhelming envy.

Sigh.

I lacked even change of clothes, and my stockings had developed a rather unpleasant odor.

A hem I offered 10 units of resources for a pair of stockings from Fair Lady.

20 units.

Having been in this world for over 10 days now, aside from my own garments, Fong Ho possessed a set of clothing pilered from Hong, there were indeed items to change into.

Yet the vast majority of others had but a single outfit, particularly that fellow who fashioned trousers from leather.

Quite the manly figure, I must say.

At the same time, Fungho began to ponder.

Should he enlist the tailor to craft garments for their group and sell them to the various lords? In a time of clothing scarcity, there was a chance to earn a quick fortune.

Once every territory had its own tailor, such an opportunity would be exceedingly hard to come by.

Contemplating this, it truly seemed feasible.

He resolved to inquire with Suie the following day.

Closing the regional channel, I continued to chat with IRL while enjoying my meal.

Meanwhile, in the cold wind mountains at the crushed skull tribe, Chief Saul sat regally in his position, observing the tributes brought by the subordinate clans.

The segment concerning gold and silver treasures had concluded.

Now it was time for the tribes to present their orc maidens.

"Great chief, we have sent a total of 40 orc maidens, all gathered here," reported an elderly orc in a hush tone.

No sooner had he spoken than several female orcs entered from the hall's entrance, lining up below, eagerly awaiting the chief selection.

These orc women varied in stature.

Some were towering, their muscular forms bulging with strength and fierce fangs, while others were of average height, cloaked in thick, coarse fur.

We have met the great chief.

The 40 orc maidens proclaimed in unison, their voices booming like thunder, resonating throughout the hall.

Haha, excellent.

Splendid, saled, his eyes gleaming as he surveyed the women before him, laughing heartily.

He descended the steps, approaching the women closely.

Coming to a halt before a nearly 2 m tall muscular orc maiden, he boldly reached into her garments.

Nodding in satisfaction, he declared, "You shall remain.

The others may return.

" The chosen orc maiden beamed with joy, while the rest withdrew, somewhat disheartened.

With no one left in the hall, S promptly pressed the orc maiden onto a chair, her hips elevated enticingly.

Just as he was about to indulge in pleasure, a sudden voice from outside interrupted.

Great chief, the reconnaissance team has returned and awaits at the door.

S's expression hardened.

A glimmer of anger flashing in his eyes.

The large hand caressed the female orc, ultimately suppressing the flames of desire within and softly instructed her, "Go lie down and wait for me.

" The female orc nodded and entered Thrall's chamber.

Thrall returned to his seat and declared loudly, "Let them in.

" The door swung open, and an orc captain stroed and with purpose.

"Great chieftain," the orc saluted.

"Speak! What is the situation?" For all's tone revealed his dissatisfaction.

Great Chieftain, we have located their stronghold.

The walls are fortified with arrow towers, and their forces consist entirely of low tier skeletons, the orc captain reported loudly.

Thr narrowed his eyes, contemplating for a moment before continuing.

Is their leader human? Any news of artifacts or treasures? The Skullcrusher clan was not in close proximity to the enemy's territory.

The reason for expending manpower on a long reconnaissance was the artifact mentioned by the fireblade.

Naturally, their concern lay primarily with the treasures.

Due to the overwhelming number of enemies and the extensive patrol routes, they had not glimpsed the enemy lord.

However, the smoke rising daily from the city indicated that the leader was indeed the human lord referred to by Kent.

The orc captain continued, stating that during his reconnaissance, Fong Hao was leading troops to explore the mines.

Half of the forces had been diverted to combat the iron eating worms within the caves.

What he had witnessed was merely a fraction of the enemy's strength.

As for Fonggha, he rarely ventured beyond the city walls except in exceptional circumstances.

These orcs remained unaware of the divine intervention at play, merely observing the skeletons coming and going.

Hearing that the reconnaissance team had failed to even catch a glimpse of the enemy lord, Thrall's expression darkened further.

coupled with a recent disruption of his plans.

A surge of anger ignited within him.

He huffed and panted akin to a bellow's emotion.

Kmine for all commanded sharply.

Immediately, two orc soldiers entered.

Great chieftain, the reconnaissance team has performed poorly.

The entire squad is to be sent to the punishment grounds and subjected to flogging.

Thrall stated coldly.

The orc captain trembled violently, uncertain of what he had done wrong.

Please spare us, great chieftain," he cried out.

The two work soldiers advanced, seizing him and dragging him from the room amidst his desperate please.

The punishment was far from a mere whipping.

A single lash could possess the strength to fell a bull, followed by days of exposure to the elements.

Each time punishment was administered, half of the orcs would not survive, perishing in the punishment grounds.

With the orc captain taken away, silence reclaimed the hall.

For all's gaze narrowed as he began to devise a plan.

The recently apprehended orc captain had gathered thorough intelligence, accurately assessing the city and its forces.

Whether the enemy was human had become secondary.

Now it was merely a matter of organizing troops to seize this city.

Not only would they obtain the treasures held by the enemy, but they could also use this stronghold as a base for a renewed territorial expansion plan.

Thus departing from this desolate land.

Contemplating this, a spark reignited in S's eyes.

After unifying the entire Cold Wind mountain range, he had once again discovered a new objective, a fresh journey.

Enter, he commanded.

The orc guard waiting outside stepped in.

Great chieftain, inform all highranking officials to convene a meeting.

The following day at dawn, Fong Hao was savoring the breakfast prepared by Eir while glancing at the lively discussions unfolding within the channel.

He too contributed, sending a message into the conversation, acquiring wool, linen, and silk for certain prices.

Please private message me.

As soon as Fong Ho's message was dispatched, the previously bustling channel abruptly fell silent.

Only his message lingered within the chat frame.

After a span of 3 seconds, a flurry of responses erupted.

What the heck? The esteemed Fong How is still alive? I thought you thought what nonsense.

No one is living better than you.

Wait, let me chime in.

Is the esteemed Fongghow venturing into the textile industry? Why is he acquiring only textile related materials? I'd like to interject as well.

Esteemed Fongghow, I would like to pre-order a pair of underwear.

Chapter 82.