As the two conversed, they exited the Lord's mansion.

Inside the tavern, one could assert that he would not emerge again.

A bartender rearranging tables and chairs commented on the recent events.

Noting how long they had been at the lord's residence.

One might speculate that his head had already been severed.

Not necessarily.

Another responded, "He hails from afar and possesses wealth.

That old fellow only dares to bully the town's folk, not those from outside.

" The bartender continued, "It is the living who differentiate between the affluent and the impoverished.

With a creek, the door swung open once more, blinding sunlight pouring in, causing the patrons to squint slightly.

Fong Ho returned to the bar with Injia seated beside him.

The bartenders exchanged wideeyed glances, pondering the rapid return.

Even if nothing unourred occurred, it seems rather swift, one remarked.

"Did you resolve the matter?" the landlady inquired, surprised.

The entire town was aware that the chief steward's family was more troublesome than a rogue.

The quick exit of these two young individuals suggested they must possess some significance.

We have resolved it, Fong Hao affirmed.

However, you have yet to finish recounting the tale of the bounty.

Chapter 180.

The Lord and the one beneath the grave, the proprietor placed two glasses of beer before the two patrons and curiously inquired, "Are you intrigued by this tale?" Previously, after conversing with her about the establishment, they had noticed a new bounty notice added to the tavern's announcement board.

This notice was not a call to exterminate bandits or to eliminate monsters lurking in the shadows.

Rather, it was a quest for exploration.

There was no need for combat, and one could even evade all adversaries along the way.

The objective was to uncover clues regarding a burial site.

Any information, whether about its location or related discoveries, would reward the seeker with a bounty from the mercenary guild.

Seeing Fong How's interest in the bounty, the proprietor began to recount a traditional tale.

The lord and the one beneath the grave.

However, just as the story commenced, a soldier burst in, interrupting her narrative.

Once outside, Fonghouse sought out the proprie, eager to hear the remainder of the tale.

His curiosity was palpable.

Well, in truth, the authenticity of the story is quite low.

It has merely been passed down through the ages by storytellers, the proprie admitted, but feel free to listen.

It matters not.

She tossed aside a cloth and took a seat opposite them, beginning her narration.

The story was rather straightforward, recounting the tale of a young lord, tall and handsome, admired by all the women in the town.

One day, a peculiar maiden arrived in the city, and the two swiftly fell deeply in love.

As time passed, the youthful lord grew older, while the maiden remained eternally youthful.

One fateful night, she was slain by the lord's enemies within the castle walls.

The lord held a grand funeral for her, interring her alongside the most cherished treasures of his family.

It is said that countless riches gold and jewels were laid to rest with the Lord's beloved, buried amidst the mountains to the west.

With tears glistening in her eyes, the proprie lamented, "Such vile enemies tore this pair of lovers apart.

" "Ahem let's set aside the lover's tale for now.

Which mountains are you referring to? Is there a map?" Fong interjected after taking a sip of beer.

The proprie him a glance, exasperated.

Goodness, are you here a story or to inquire about the bounty? There is no map, but it's quite easy to find.

If you have a map, I can certainly guide you.

Fongo opened the Lord<unk>'s book, laying the map before her.

After marveling at its realism, she pointed to a location on the western side of Pearl City, stating, "It should be around here.

It's quite easy to locate.

Such ease of finding and a fixed position.

Then what is there to explore?" Fonhow inquired.

If the mercenaries have offered such a high reward and know the approximate location, why not just seek it out themselves? Why even post a bounty? It would be common knowledge throughout the city that they are searching for a grave.

Can you not discern? These stingy mercenaries are not so oblivious.

This is a mountainous region, and the grave is said to lie beneath one of the peaks.

Do you believe it is as simple as it appears? The proprietor, her tone sharp.

Mercenaries are a ruthless breed driven by greed and an avaricious nature.

Within the taverns, one often encounters these mercenaries who, under various pretexts, extort money from seemingly innocent patrons.

They may even covertly track your movements at night, assuming the guise of bandits to seize a few unsuspecting victims.

Despite their FA a legitimacy, these mercenaries are ultimately individuals who sell their lives for monetary gain.

Attempting to gain an advantage over them is indeed a formidable challenge.

Has anyone dared to try? Are there dangers along the way? Fonhow inquired once more.

Recently, several adventurers have ventured forth, encountering some wild beasts along the route.

However, no real peril was present.

They merely returned empty-handed, claiming that the bounty was a ruse to ensnare the unwary.

The tavern keeper pondered for a moment before continuing.

Such tales abound during the evenings of the tavern, where patrons fervently discuss their exploits.

The tavern keeper merely relayed what she had overheard to Fong Ho.

Well, thank you for your story.

Should I uncover the location and secure the bounty? I shall share a portion with you.

Huh? Then I thank you in advance, young sir.

The tavern keeper chuckled, clearly not taking Fongghows words to heart.

The Tavern bounties are seldom verified for authenticity.

It is conceivable that someone simply out of mischief might post a false lucrative bounty to mock those who rely on such endeavor for their livelihood.

After confirming with multiple parties, the tavern keeper had nearly concluded that the bounty was indeed a fabrication.

Fongo's promise was merely a passing remark.

All right, I shan disturb you further.

He drained his beer and bid farewell to the others.

Goodbye.

Upon exiting Plur City, the two mounted their giant lizard and began their journey back to their territory.

The lizard galloped tirelessly and they finally returned in the afternoon around 2 or 3:00.

Hearing their arrival, Yur emerged with two maidens to greet them.

Master Anja, you have returned.

Are you hungry? Would you like me to prepare lunch? At that hour, your and her companions had already dined.

While Fong Hao and Anja had consumed a modest meal accompanied by two pints of beer at the tavern, their journey had filled them with air rather than hunger, leaving them to burp intermittently.

"Your inquire among the maids to see if any have experience in commerce.

" Fong Ho instructed, "Oh, you're nodded and went to confirm with the maids.

" Fong Ho then made his way to the bathing chamber, quickly washing his hair before emerging.

Outside, the white fox maiden awaited him.

"What is it?" Fonggho asked, glancing at the fox maiden.

Master, you're ask me to find you.

The fox maiden replied softly.

Please have a seat.

Fonggho gestured.

The fox maiden, however, did not sit, but stood cautiously to the side.

Fong Hao continued to question her.

What is your name? Are you skilled in arithmetic? You may call me Xiaoi, master.

I am proficient in calculations.

I previously managed the sales of furs in the fox village.

The white fox said, her head bowed.

M Funghow responded, beginning to assess the attributes of the white fox.