As many people awaited the arrival of provisions from Fongghow each day with the development of various territories, the demand for food remained immense.

Some fortunate lords had acquired blueprints for barracks, allowing them to recruit militia.

Yet, hunting continued to be fraught with challenges.

In the event of encountering a pack or higher tier magical beasts, it was uncertain who would become the prey.

Now, if Fongghao delayed in providing food, whispers would soon arise, urging him to confirm whether he had encountered any misfortunes and why the food had not yet been stocked.

Thousands of units continued to be in short supply, and in the blink of an eye, they would sell out.

Ding.

A private message chimed, "Brother Fong, I have a blueprint here and would like to trade it for some iron axes.

" This individual was somewhat familiar to Fong How.

It was the same person who had exchanged a simple leather armor blueprint with him.

Of course.

Send it over for me to review, Fonggha replied.

This was their second transaction, and their familiarity had grown considerably.

Iron pot blueprint.

Six wood, six stone, three iron.

Ah, so is an iron pot.

H, I can offer you three iron axes.

How does that sound? Fonggho pondered for a moment before proposing his exchange quantity.

Chapter 15.

The lost would spirit the iron pot is not an essential item.

Moreover, there already exists an iron pot in the warehouse acquired from the extermination of the goblin camp.

However, the psychological burden of having been used to cook flesh has rendered it untouched.

Now, someone is selling the blueprint for an iron pot, providing an opportunity to craft a new one.

Very well, came the reply from the individual who added, "Brother Fong, how I have acquired the blueprint.

If I provide the materials, could you craft a pot for me? At this, Fongghao immediately discerned the man s intentions.

It was indeed a clever scheme.

Given the current level of the territory, a single iron pot would suffice.

He purchased a blueprint for himself, exchanging it for three iron axes, and in turn requested Fong to assist in crafting another pot.

It was a fair trade.

Certainly, should you acquire any further blueprints, feel free to sell them to me, Fong Ho generously offered.

He was not particularly concerned, as with the hundfold enhancement, any endeavor would yield no loss.

One unit of material would produce 100 finished goods.

The rarity lay in the blueprint, not the materials.

Thank you, brother.

I shall list it immediately.

Before long, the designated trade interface displayed iron pot blueprint.

Upon giving the individual three iron axes, Fong how obtained the iron pot blueprint.

Iron pot with six stone six iron three craft triggered 100fold enhancement acquired 101 iron pots.

A radiant glow enveloped the surroundings as 101 iron pots manifested upon the empty ground.

The newly forged iron pots differed from the captured goblin pots.

These were seamless, resting at top a pile of wood.

Selecting one, he traded it to the man, thus fulfilling their agreement.

He retained three pots for himself while listing the remaining pots along with the goblin pots.

Trader Fongghao registered item iron pot.

Quantity 98.

One pot requires five units of iron Oregon.

Note, for any special resources, blueprints, or items, feel free to message privately.

Once all tasks were completed, Fong House summoned a skeleton, instructing, "You are in charge of boiling water.

" The skeleton deposited the stones into the warehouse and began boiling water as directed.

With 101 barrels of stored water within the territory, there was no need to fetch water from afar.

Fongo continued perusing the Lord's tome.

Navigating to the crafting page, he selected bathtub.

Bathtub with five hemp rope three craft triggered 100fold enhancement acquired 101 bathtubs.

While the iron pots had yet to be fully sold, a multitude of bathtubs now appear before him.

The surplus tubs would be sold, but not immediately.

Selling a large quantity of items in quick succession might attract the attention of the overly curious.

There was no rush and he decided to wait until the following day to sell.

Directing the skeleton, he had the wooden tubs moved to a nearby clearing.

The water had also reached a boil.

Adjusting the temperature, he indulged in a refreshing bath.

Upon finishing, he felt an immediate rejuvenation.

His spirit invigorated and his mood uplifted.

Stepping out of the bath, I stretched my arms wide, relishing the sensation of the gentle breeze drying my body.

Completely relaxed, I found the experience quite delightful.

Subsequently, I began preparing dinner, simmering a pot of meat broth.

I casually turned on the regional channel to pass the time.

Hey, have you utilize brother Fongo's pot? Is there anything unusual? No.

Why? I gathered some mushrooms and wild vegetables and made a pot of soup, yet it's brimming with grease.

The aroma of meat is overwhelming, as if I've brewed a pot of meat broth.

You're exaggerating.

Really? I too made mushroom soup.

And mine is just clear broth.

Indeed.

I just tasted it and it genuinely has the flavor of meat soup.

Goodness, brother.

You've struck gold.

This means you can have meat broth at every meal.

I suspect your pot has developed hidden properties.

Would you sell it? I pay a handsome price.

In an instant, a flurry of discussions regarding the iron pot erupted within the channel.

The iron pots for sale began to swiftly vanish.

Some sought a pot for necessity, while others purchased it in hope of discovering the unique characteristic of creating vegetable meat broth.

Fongghao had not anticipated such an occurrence.

The pot used for cooking vegetables, which produced grease, must indeed be the iron pot from the dogheaded camp.

After all, years of stewing meat would inevitably leave behind some residual meat essence.

Having organized everything, I retired to bed.

The next morning, I emerged from the Lord's wooden cabin, stretched lazily, and noted the fourth day.

I ignited a fire to prepare breakfast.

After my meal, I jogged around the territory, engaging in basic fitness activities such as sit-ups.

Though my physique had been commendable, I noticed my muscles were gradually deteriorating since my arrival in this world.

A troubling sign.

Early today, I had arranged a morning exercise session.

After completing all tasks, I shifted to a more comfortable posture in bed and utilized the divine possession skill inhabiting the body of a skeletal soldier.

Today, s mission mirrored yesterday s to continue exploring the surrounding terrain.

I selected two 000 skeletal soldiers and the troop marched purposefully out of the territory, crossing a plane to the west.

Suddenly, I halted, commanding the unit to cease movement as I observed a weighty presence ahead.

Several humanoid creatures were wandering about their bodies entwined with wooden vines sprouting green shoots in various areas.

Lost wood elemental spirit tier three type summon masterless.

Abilities entangle revitalize.

Description: These spirits have lost their master and gradually lost their purpose.