Hm.

Fonhow nodded, choosing not to elaborate further.

Suddenly, the door was forcefully swung open and Injia entered.

Lugging a silver treasure chest.

She unceremoniously tossed it at Fong Ho as feet, exclaiming, "Hurry, open it and see if there is anything valuable inside.

" Fong Ha glanced at the chest on the ground and then at the weary and Ja.

So that was why hadn't he seen her at lunch? She had ventured out on an adventure.

Are there still monster layers near the territory? Fong Hao found it hard to believe.

With so many troops and an extensive patrol range, it seemed unlikely that monsters could still lurk nearby.

No.

I wrote out on a giant lizard going a bit further.

There are three bear corpses outside.

You should butcher them as well.

And Jia replied matterof factly.

Goodness, it seems the giant lizard was prepared for her.

Fungho said nothing further and opened the chest.

Acquired iron axe blueprint, leather necklace blueprint, two natural gems, 31 battle coins.

The iron axe blueprint was redundant.

I could sell on the chat channel when the time came.

Upon seeing the second blueprint, Fonga's brows furrowed slightly.

Leather necklace category necklace defense level one description.

Surely no one believes this is actual armor.

Leather necklace leather one metal parts one thread two.

Ah, this this thing has a blueprint.

So, is there anything good? And Jia inquired, munching on a fruit.

Yes, quite practical.

Fong Ho quietly added the blueprints to his collection.

I told you my luck is exceptional.

I never open a chest without finding something.

And Jia boasted, "Then thank you for bringing your good fortune to me.

No need for thanks.

Just work hard and don't let the territory fall apart.

" And Jia continued, "Hey, what kind of talk is that?" In the afternoon, Fongo began crafting their Atlanta guard set to equip the archers within the territory.

He then accepted an order in the Trading Alliance building to restock the necessary items.

In the midst of his bustling activities, night had already fallen.

During dinner, Fong Howo opened the Lord's book, and suddenly the number of people in the channel surged.

It seemed they only completed their trial tasks in the evening.

My monster is a murloc, rather sizable, with bulging eyes.

It can even attack on land.

I'm allergic to seafood.

I won the battle, but now I'm all itchy.

My task involved orcs attacking the village.

Though they were all tier one orcs, many fell and it was quite brutal.

You all are lucky.

The captain of my team is a fool.

Only choosing rewards that benefit himself, claiming to be a savior.

What a joke.

That is truly unfortunate.

What's your name? Let everyone avoid the pitfall.

Exactly.

I used to detest such players in games.

Hoarding gear.

His name is Sier Yufe.

Remember him well.

For under no circumstances should he be appointed as the team leader.

How dare you accuse me of hindering your progress? You did not voice your grievances upon our first encounter.

Yet upon your return, you incessantly slander me.

Are you out of your mind? When the opposing side revealed his name, this Suen Fay could no longer contain himself and erupted in a torrent of invectives.

Do you think I do not desire it? You are the captain who can predict whether you will return to your domain after we conclude.

What if you turn against us? You a worthless individual do not deserve to have allies.

I too named an individual who during the skirmish chose to hide away resulting in the demise of one of my comrades named.

The initial collaboration among the traversers appears to be fraught with difficulties.

Gradually, numerous individuals began to announce the names of their teammates, leading to fervent debates within the channel.

The following day, in Pearl City, a sharp blade rested against Fongo's throat.

Reclining back, he was enveloped by the bitter scent of soap as the razor meticulously worked on the stubble adorning his chin.

The barberes demeanor resembled that of a dedicated sculptor, earnestly refining the beard and hairstyle of the well-dressed youth before him.

It had been over 20 days since his arrival in this world, and this was Fong Hao's first venture into a barber shop, which also offered the service of beard grooming, albeit his chin bore only sparse stubble.

Is this your first visit here? The barber inquired casually as he continued his work.

Yes, it is my first time, Fongghao replied.

Visiting relatives? The town's folk were not overly large in number, and while not everyone knew one another, an outsider could easily be discerned.

Not quite.

I reside in a nearby city and have come to engage in some business, Fong Ha explained.

Oh, what kind of business? The barber's interest peaked, prompting another question.

Catering? Fongha responded.

The barber paused momentarily, then comprehended the implications of the term, stating, "You strike me as an educated individual.

The tavern business in the city thrives as patrons flock there to indulge in drink.

It would be quite challenging to establish a successful venture now.

My establishment will primarily serve food with alcohol as a secondary offering," Fongo clarified.

The barber chose not to pursue the topic further, evidently skeptical about the viability of such an enterprise.

Noticing the barber's silence, Funghao pressed on.

Are there any orc slaves for sale here? The barber instinctively glanced at the orc woman awaiting her turn for a haircut nearby.

Occasionally, they appear.

However, it has been some time since the last visit.

Those orc slave traders tend to bring in humanoidlike orcs, selling them at exorbitant prices to the noble class.

So, it seems bunny girls are quite in demand.

Chapter 178.

Is this a dragon? A hem? The barber lightly cleared his throat and replied tactfully.

Perhaps every time the rabbit clan girls are brought in, they're sold off.

After adjusting the hairstyle, he wiped away the stray hairs on Fong How's neck with linen.

All done, sir.

The barber gently patted his shoulder.

Indeed, Fongghao rose and bent down to brush off the remnants of hair from his head.

It seemed that there was no service for washing hair here.

He would have to rinse it off directly upon returning home.

After paying the barber, he exited the establishment within Jia, "Why cut it so short?" And Ja inquired as they walked along the path, "Huh, is it not appealing?" "Not that, but those nobles always wore their hair long and styled back.

You should take a cue from their fashion, and Jia suggested.

I am not a noble, and their hairstyles are not handsome at all.

As they traverse the streets, they happened upon a tavern opening for business.

It was still morning, and although it was not yet time for the tavern to open, preparations were already underway.

Upon entering, the bartenders were busy tidying tables and cleaning up the mess left from the previous night.