It would be a challenge.
Although there exists a formal agreement between humanity and the Blood Clan, there are instances where some members of the Blood Clan succumb to their urges, praying upon humans.
Rebecca glanced at Fong Ho.
The perpetrator had already been executed by Tavic, and it was likely that the Federation would issue a warning to the Blood Clan, making the prospect of war unlikely.
Funghow nodded in agreement, but remain silent.
A situation without war would be preferable.
When a warning reached the moonlight heights, he would have someone acknowledge it and let it pass, thereby circumventing numerous complications.
With all the accessories now in place, Rebecca appeared even more regal as a princess.
I am quite fond of these pieces.
They're both innovative and exquisite," she remarked with delight.
She laed on a custom gown that would complement this set of jewelry.
"As long as you are satisfied, I shall arrange for the production of the final pieces once I return," Fongha replied.
"Very well, proceed with the crafting," Rebecca said reluctantly as she removed the jewelry.
Fongo took the pieces from her and stored them away.
After the trial fitting of the jewelry, Fong Ho intended to take his leave.
Suddenly, a series of urgent knocks echoed from a door.
As he prepared to bid farewell to Rebecca, the door swung open, revealing a guard dressed as a soldier who I'd fong wearly.
Madam, the guard regiment has returned and brought back several bodies.
Would you like to take a look? Upon hearing the guard's words, Rebecca's expression turned grave.
Let us go see," she commanded, seemingly forgetting Fong Ha.
As she followed the guard out of the room, Fong Hao stood awkwardly in place.
Realizing he could not linger here, he followed them outside.
As they traversed the corridor, he contemplated greeting Rebecca once they exited the estate and returning to his own quarters.
However, he found himself intrigued by the information being relayed by the guard.
Despite its confidential nature, he caught wind of news regarding the abduction of special individuals.
Just as Fonggho planned to continue following them after leaving the Lord's residence, he was halted by the guard.
Fongghao uttered no further words, but merely nodded slightly before striding out of the courtyard of the Lord's manor.
Casting a glance in the direction where Rebecca had departed, he returned directly to his lodgings.
Upon exiting the lord's estate, Funghao accompanied and jabbed back to the inn.
After exchanging a few brief words, he reclined upon the bed.
Meanwhile, the skeletal gray sparrow, its eyes ignited with the flames of the soul, flapped its wings, and soared through the window into the night sky.
It ascended once more above the Lord's manor.
The manor was fortified with vigilance.
In addition to the station guards, numerous concealed sentinels were present.
Relying on the direction Rebecca had taken, Fong Hao commenced his search.
It was not long before he discerned a tall edifice a glow with light.
Entering through the narrow vertical windows at the top, he soon aspied Rebecca's figure below, surrounded by a throng of guards.
As Fong Ho s gaze fell upon the five corpses laid out on the ground, his heart raced with a sudden jolt.
The gray brown shrouds have been pulled back, revealing bodies long departed.
The corpses bore numerous ghastly wounds now crusted with dry blood, indicative of severe torture or malreatment during their lifetimes.
The bodies varied in gender and age, yet shared a singular haunting trait, jet black hair.
Chapter 314.
Donation to the temple.
As he gazed upon the lifeless bodies below, an inexplicable sense of forboding welled up within Fong Ho.
He was uncertain of the origins of these corpses that Rebecca had discovered, but their physical characteristics revealed that they were fellow travelers, much like himself.
Damn it, he cursed inwardly.
Someone was hunting down these travelers, subjecting them to some form of execution and interrogation.
Below, Rebecca was engaged in a conversation with a captain of soldiers.
Their expressions indicated that the discourse was grave.
The hall was illuminated not by luminous stones, but by flickering candles.
Utilizing the dim light, Fong how descended stealthily, finding refuge behind a flag that hung against the wall.
He could overhear their conversation.
Not a single one captured.
Rebecca's voice was tinged with anger.
No, it seems our actions were anticipated.
By the time we arrived, there was nothing left.
The soldier's tone was low, yet it carried a palpable undertone of suppressed rage.
Damn it, Rebecca cursed on her breath.
After taking a deep breath, she inquired further.
Is this all the bodies we have? There is one more gravely injured and unconscious.
He has been sent to the temple, but remains uncertain if he can be saved, the guard replied quietly.
Upon hearing of a survivor, Rebecca's demeanor improved considerably.
If this individual could regain consciousness, he might yield valuable information.
After a moment of contemplation, Rebecca continued, "Maintain confidentiality regarding this information.
Arrange for personnel to ensure his protection.
No one is to approach him except for me.
" Understood, my lady, the soldier affirmed, and their conversation came to a close.
Rebecca turned away, not casting another glance at the five bodies on the ground.
Fonggho lingered behind the flag for a moment, noticing no further clues.
He controlled the skeletal gray sparrow to ascend once more toward the vertical window through which he had entered.
The candle light cast immense shadows against the wall.
Before the guard could turn to look, the gray sparrow had already flitted out through the window, vanishing into the night sky.
As he dispelled the divine presence, Fongo awoke in his in room.
Sitting on the bed, he gazed at the twinkling stars above, remaining silent for a considerable time.
The following morning, Fongghao rose from his slumber.
Domiga had already fed the horses and Anjha had packed provisions for their journey.
We will not be leaving today.
Anjha will accompany me for an outing shortly.
Fungho announced as he stepped outside.
The two exchanged surprise glances, taken aback by Fong Hoa's sudden change of plans, indicating that an unexpected situation had arisen.
"What is the matter? Not returning?" "The food here is rather unpalatable," Anja murmured in complaint.
From within the inn, the proprietor let out a disdainful huff.
Return early tomorrow.
Prepare for breakfast.
Fong Hao instructed.
Understood.
The two replied before retreating back into the inn.
After breakfast, Fong Hao and Anja departed from the inn, strolling leisurely along the main road.
Fong Hao purchased an assortment of unfamiliar fruits, discreetly storing them in his storage space during a lull in the crowd.
and Jia, cradling a collection of snacks, ambled alongside him, her mouth stuffed as she chattered incessantly.
The duo wandered along the pathway, gradually drawing nearer to the respplendant temple that loomed ahead.
Observing from a distance, they noted the residents moving in and out without the presence of guards to impede their passage.
Continuing up the stone steps, they arrived at a circular flower bed where acolytes clad in religious robes busily attended to their duties.
These acolytes, devotees from various human cities, served as messengers of the divine, receiving donations and expressions of faith from the worshippers.
Whether the deities truly heard the voices of the people remained an enigma.
Perhaps unfulfilled wishes were a mere reflection of insufficient devotion.
The temple housed two revered statues, the god of light and the goddess of abundance.
It seemed that a significant number of beings across various races held the goddess of abundance in high regard.
Sir, how may I assist you? A young woman dressed in acolyte robes approached.
Fongo assessed her attributes, noting she was merely an ordinary individual with the basic traits of a first tier farmer.