Fongghao announced, stepping out of the lair first, Domina and the goblin followed closely behind in silence.
The skeletal dragon descended before the mine despite Domina possessing eight legs.
She stumbled slightly as she dismounted from the dragon's back, trembling for a moment before managing to stand upright with great effort.
This is the mine I mentioned.
From now on, you two will be responsible for its extraction, maintaining both pace and yield.
Fong how indicated ahead.
Although the mine's entrance was blocked by debris, traces of the opening were still visible.
The personnel adjustment poses no issues, but we currently lack the necessary tools for extraction, Domina remarked, her brow furrowed.
The arachnids are not skilled in crafting tools, and the goblins are even less so, still struggling to adapt after the high altitude experience on the skeletal dragon.
Do not worry about the tools.
I will prepare them for you.
Once we establish this place, mining can commence, Fongghao assured.
All right, I have no further objections.
Doin nodded in agreement.
The plan discussed among the three was straightforward.
The myithil mine would be developed with the goblins overseeing the or extraction and Domina in charge of safety and logistics.
After finalizing everything with no additional matters to contemplate, Fong utilized the Lord's tome to create the necessary mining tools.
100fold amplification triggered, obtained 101 mining carts.
100fold amplification triggered.
Obtained 505 wheelbarrows.
100fold amplification triggered.
Obtained 1,0il pickics.
100fold amplification triggered.
Obtained 1,0 mining tracks.
As the radiance faded, a plethora of items materialized before them.
Domina and the goblins stared in awe, their mouths agape, as the tools that appeared from thin air felt no different from divine blessings to them, especially considering their abundance.
Domina, the weaver spider, has increased her loyalty to you by 10 points.
Current loyalty is 63.
Domina's loyalty rose by 10 points, exceeding the threshold of 60.
Upon returning to the Webwaver encampment, the sun was nearing the horizon and nightfall was approaching.
Fong Hao, accompanied by Ana and others, mounted the skeletal dragon, intending to return to the territory.
Domina, I shall leave you a skeletal dragon.
Once you have dealt with the matters of the mine, ride it to the main city for your hero assessment.
Although Domina remained somewhat aloof toward herself, the bond of the contract persisted, allowing her to officially become a hero, which would benefit both the territory and the safeguarding of the mine.
Upon hearing Fong Ha's words, Domin's expression instantly became somewhat animated.
She stepped forward, supporting the skeletal dragon's form, and gazed upwards at Fong Ho.
Do you have a merit trial ground? The matter of advancing to hero status had long been a source of distress for Domina.
The prolonged battle with the Nolles stem from escorting wealth to the York City.
Now, upon learning that Fong possessed a merit trial ground, she felt a surge of excitement.
Indeed, when the time comes, you may come over and I shall arrange the assessment for you.
Thank you, my lord," Domina replied, her gratitude tinged with a hint of embarrassment as she continued.
My lord, I lack the heart of a hero.
"I shall prepare for you, and your kin will also have the same opportunity.
Anyone who can reach the 10th tier may come to the main city to advance," Fungha remarked, casting a glance at the other arachnids with a calm demeanor.
"Thank you, my lord.
" Domina said respectfully bowing.
Doina the weaver of life has increased her loyalty to you by 10 points.
Current loyalty 73.
Domina's loyalty had once again ascended.
Well then you may return to your tasks.
Ensure that mining operations commence within 2 days.
All necessary tools, including mining carts, should be prepared.
Only manpower is needed to begin extraction.
Yes, my lord.
As the crowd bowed, Fongghao patted the skeletal dragon's neck and soared into the sky, heading towards his territory.
Meanwhile, in a tavern within Lysa's city, as the moon ascended, the establishment was at its liveliest.
The tavern's hall was filled with patrons indulging in beer and animatedly sharing tales of mirth and women.
Suddenly, the tavern door was forcefully swung open with a loud bang, drawing the instinctive gaze of all the drinkers.
A woman entered.
She possessed broad shoulders and long limbs.
Her sun-kissed skin clad in a brown leather armor.
Her sudden entrance led some to mistakenly believe she was scantily dressed.
The patrons greedily surveyed her figure and the exposed skin of her abdomen, even in the dim light.
The definition of her muscles was apparent alongside a glimpse of a gray bear tattoo peeking from her waistband.
This woman was unlike the others typically encountered by the revelers.
She exuded a primal ferocity.
Gulp.
The patron swallowed hard.
At this time, a woman entering a tavern was not a prudent decision.
Yet, it was enough to ignite the fervor of the half-drunken man.
Some wish to approach and jest with her.
However, as the woman crossed the threshold, revealing the dried blood stains on her armor and the long blade at her waist, all the eager men fell silent, redirecting their attention back to their drinks and conversations.
The woman stroed in accompanied by several burly men with unfriendly visages.
Would you like something to drink? The proprietor inquired.
This is L's city.
The law and order here is typically quite good.
Most patrons come to drink, not to cause trouble.
Beer and some appetizers, the woman replied.
Very well.
Please wait a moment, the proprietor responded, beginning to prepare food for the group.
The beer was brought to the table and after taking a sip, the woman in a low voice inquired, "Does the owner know someone named Hajj?" "I have a letter from his friend stating that he frequents this establishment.
" As she spoke, she patted her backpack.
The owner, taken aback for a moment by her words, could hardly believe them.
After all, Hajj was notoriously known as a drunkard, capable of talking for days about any friend he might have.
observing the group's attire.
They appeared less like messengers and more like individuals seeking to collect a debt from Hajj.
"I do not know him," the owner replied personally before returning to his tasks.
The woman continued to drink, offering no further commentary.
Suddenly, amidst the marment, a chair was knocked over and a staggering old man clambored at top the table.
With a loud voice, he proclaimed, "Look here.
This is the scar I earned in my battle against vampires, a most cherished insignia of my military exploits.
The table shook beneath him as he teetered on the brink of falling.
"Hajj, you've had enough to drink today.
It's time to go home," urged a fellow patron.
"Home? Why would I go home?" Hajj retorted, pushing away those who tried to support him.
"Is there anyone willing to buy a drink for a human hero? A great vampire hunter?" The surrounding patrons ignored him, unwilling to cover his tab any longer.
Give him a drink.
Charge it to my account.
The woman at the counter suddenly interjected.
Chapter 290.