"The museum is a crucial structure for the royal funeral, working in conjunction with jars that store various energies, enabling the troops to wield formidable powers.
The Funeral Ritual Society can also craft powerful and unique items here.
Nelson replied casually.
Fong Hao nodded, grasping some of the information, though not entirely comprehending it.
Then let us proceed to construct the museum, he stated.
Opening the Lord's book directly.
According to the description, Nelson's blueprint could also be viewed in the Lord's book.
Organ Museum with 12 0000 stone 10 0000 hemp rope 4 200 leather 800 shadow stone 10 trace of death 5.
The material requirements were indeed considerable.
The basic materials exceeded 10,000 while the shadow stone and trace of death were barely sufficient.
He had been saving the shadow stone for upgrading the barracks but it seemed it must be allocated here instead.
Scholar Nelson, where do you believe it would be most suitable to build? Fonghow asked softly.
I feel that location over there would be quite appropriate.
Nelson gestured to a nearby spot which was a burial ground, a gathering place for skeletal transformations, radiating an aura of death.
Very well, we shall establish it in that position.
Fong Hao chose a site adjacent to the skeleton transformation area and selected to construct.
Soon a broad architectural silhouette materialized from the void, although the construction would require half an hour.
This aspect genuinely astonished Fong Ho to understand the previous constructions.
The longest took merely around 5 minutes, while the quickest was completed in the blink of an eye.
As the two engaged in casual conversation, awaiting the completion of the edifice, a soft clatter resonated nearby.
They turned to see Yur clutching a wooden bucket, her eyes wide in astonishment as she gazed at Neielson.
The peculiar articulate skeleton elicited a mix of surprise and uncertainty upon her face.
Yur, come here.
Fongo gently beckoned.
Despite her trepidation, your mustered the courage to approach.
Yur, this is Scholar Neielson, a newly joined academic in our territory.
Fongo introduced with unreserved enthusiasm.
Greetings, esteemed scholar.
your mumbled, keeping her gaze lowered, unwilling to meet Neielson's fiery visage.
After all, who would wish to behold a skeleton a glow with ghostly flames? Neielson too felt a twinge of curiosity at the appearance of yet another orc, this time a dimminionive rabbit person.
Scholar Neielson, this is my major.
Should you require anything during your stay, feel free to communicate with either of us.
Fongo continued with his introductions.
Neielson displayed ample respect, replying, "Miss here, it is a pleasure to make your acquaintance.
With all residents of the territory now familiar with one another, they acknowledged the need for a greater populace despite the ample variety of troops available.
" Fongo continued to converse with Neielen, delving into the latter's past.
Although Neielen retained numerous professional skills, his memories remained shrouded in ambiguity.
Unbeknownst to them, the museum was gradually nearing completion.
Organ Museum collected organ jars 020.
Note, Storing jars containing various energies within will empower troops and facilitate the creation of unique weaponry.
Materials required for upgrades.
25 000 wood, 2000 0 stone, 12 0000 bricks, 8 500 hemp ropes, 1 600 leather, 20 shadow stones, 15 traces of death.
Lord's Hall must reach Stonehouse.
Chapter 52.
The Museum of Organs.
The Museum of Organs spans a vast area, its architectural style imbued with a sacred essence.
The walls are adorned with intricate ritualistic patterns and dynamic figures.
My lord, would you care to explore? Nelson extended the invitation as Fong Ho beheld the imposing structure before him, curiosity welled within, although the museum comprised but a single floor, its expanse far surpassed that of Fong How's lordly wooden abode, rendering it the largest edifice in the territory without exception.
Please, Fonhow replied with a faint smile, striding alongside Nelson into the museum.
Upon entering, the interior revealed itself to be remarkably spacious.
akin to that of a true museum partitioned into areas of varying sizes.
Each distinctly marked underground cemetery burial grounds where the two necroantic edififices within Fong house domain.
My lord, once we procure the special ability organ jars, erings in the designated areas, bestowing formidable powers upon our troops, Nelson elucidated softly from beside him.
Had this explanation occurred outside, Fonggha might have found it less comprehensible.
Yet, within the context of their surroundings, the meaning became clear.
It was akin to bestowing runes upon heroes in a game.
The organ jars served as runes.
By equipping them to desired units, they would gain unique abilities.
In that moment, Fong Ho felt as though he had stumbled upon a treasure.
For this enhancement fortified the overall might of his forces, eclipsing the mere emergence of a warrior hero.
It must be noted that he possessed a hundfold amplification.
This surge in troop strength was indeed advantageous.
How does one acquire these organ jars? Fong inquired further, recalling the empty jar he had procured from the skeleton merchant.
One may either manufacture them at the pottery factory or purchase them.
Nelson continued.
Ah, the pottery factory naturally requires blueprints while purchasing entails dealings with the skeleton merchant.
There is little more to elaborate upon.
The two continued onward, entering a second hall that was somewhat smaller in scale, dominated by a massive elongated stone platform at its center.
The surface of the platform was meticulously crafted and polished to a sheen.
My lord, should you ever wish to shed this mortal coil, you may conduct the ceremony here," Nelson stated, leaning his staff against the ground as he spoke softly.
Fong Hao paused, momentarily taken aback before comprehending the implication of Nelson's words.
"Goodness, this platform is intended for the creation of mummies.
" Instinctively, he took a step back, only to halt himself, responding in a calm tone.
"There is no rush.
" Nelson refrained from elaborating further.
Deeper within the museum lay Nelson's quarters, thus relieving Fong how the burden of arranging accommodations for him.
After completing their tour, they made their way outside.
"Very well, Nelson, feel free to wander the territory at your leisure and familiarize yourself with the surroundings.
" "Of course, my lord," Nelson replied.
As Fong Hao exited the museum, he found waiting by the entrance.
Upon his return, she promptly fell in his step behind him, heading towards the lordly wooden house.
The next day, dawn broke.
Due to last night's indulgence, I rose later than usual today, indulging in a leisurely slumber.
Ear did not rouse me, allowing me to awaken naturally.
After stretching languidly, I exited the bedroom.
As I descended the stairs, I heard humming a cheerful tune, indicating her good spirits today.
A smile crept across my face and just as I intended to leave here opened the door and we nearly collided.
"Uh, master, you are awake," she exclaimed.
Her hair was damp, wrapped in a thin blanket that barely concealed her modesty, leaving her skin kissed by steam, adorably flushed.
"Yeah, hustidity bolt!" causing the already insufficient blanket to appear even smaller, stirring a rush of blood to my cheeks.
"Are you not bathing? Is there not a curtain? You mustn't catch a cold, I said quickly, diverting my gaze.
The territory lacked proper bath towels due to material constraints, but surely one could scavenge some curtains from the castle or the orc encampment.
Those would serve perfectly as towels after all.
The skeletons had cleaned them several times, rendering them quite pristine.
I have indeed collected some lovely curtains.
I will hang them when the need arises, ear softly replied.
She truly had a knack for living well.
Very well, just don't catch a cold.
Once you're done bathing, please prepare breakfast, I instructed.
Of course, master.