Exiting the organ museum, heir had prepared breakfast.

As Fong Hao indulged in the culinary delights, the pig-headed men, accompanied by their carts, enter the city.

According to the plan, today marked the journey to the mana market to deliver to the copper bowl.

The pigheaded men, along with a retinue of 120, set off early and arrived at Fong House domain.

My lord, Bolton greeted everyone with a bow.

Please sit for a moment while I arrange for the loading of goods at the warehouse," Fong Hao replied, instructing the skeletal soldiers to escort the carts directly to the storage area.

The pigheaded men remained in place, awaiting further instructions.

Although it was not Bolton's first visit, many of the other pigheaded men were experiencing this place for the first time.

Faced with the ranks of skeletal soldiers, those seated felt their legs tremble uncontrollably.

From a considerable distance, skeletal soldiers were already patrolling, and as they drew nearer, their numbers increased layer upon layer, reaching a point of sheer terror.

At that moment, Air approached with a platter of fruits.

"Bolton rose once more, maintaining his respectful demeanor.

" "Missir," he addressed her.

"Good morning, Bolton," he replied cheerfully, as they had become somewhat familiar after several encounters.

Placing the fruits before the pigheaded men, air returned to the wooden cabin to tidy the rooms.

Outside the warehouse, 30 carts were stationed beside the building.

Among them, 20 were brought by the pigheaded men, while 10 belonged to the local stables.

Naturally, the warehouse contained no equipment.

It merely serve as a means to evade the throngs of people, utilizing the Lord's book for creation.

Opening the Lord's book, he turned to the crafting page.

plate armor, leather 12, iron six, iron plate four, arm guards, leather five, iron three, iron plate two.

He adjusted the quantities of both items to 30.

100fold amplification triggered, obtaining 3030 plate armors.

100fold amplification triggered, obtaining 3,30 arm guards.

Clang, clang.

One by one, the equipment appeared, filling the surrounding space.

The sound of clattering echoed as the plate armors collided and rolled.

"Load the carts," Funghao commanded.

The accompanying skeletons sprang into action, loading the plate armors and arm guards onto the carts.

Once everything was loaded, they emerged with the convoy.

Bolton and the others remained seated, still waiting.

Upon seeing Fongo exit, they promptly approached him.

"All right, let us depart," Fong Ho declared.

Yes, my lord, the pigheaded man responded, taking up the rolls of the drivers as they hoisted the rejuvenation springs produced overnight onto the carts.

The convoy majestically departed from its territory, advancing towards the direction of the mana market.

This time, Fongghao brought along 30,000 skeletal soldiers and 120 pigheaded men.

The territory of Eer and the flame blade remained behind, not accompanying the departure.

After several hours of travel, the mana market came into view from a distance.

The skeletal soldiers were stationed at a distance while Fong Hao continued forward with a group of pigheaded men.

With previous exchanges under their belt, the Taan had become familiar with Fong Hao, conducting a brief inspection of the goods before allowing passage.

Upon reaching the chief's hall, all goods were entrusted to the Ta.

Chief Taro, it has been a few days since we last met.

Fong Hao greeted with a smile.

The copper bull rock responded with a hearty laugh.

Indeed, it has been a while.

Fong how his boine eyes scrutinized Fong how once more.

Is it truly possible to deliver 6,000 pieces of equipment in just a few days? This is quite astonishing, almost unfathomable.

As the two engaged in casual conversation, a tower guard entered and whispered a few words into the copper bull's ear.

Tow Rock nodded in acknowledgement and the guard retreated.

Ha, my friend Fong Ha.

I am quite satisfied with this transaction.

Please wait a moment.

My people are preparing your reward.

Tauro boomed, his voice resonating like thunder.

Ah, as long as Chief Tower is satisfied.

I look forward to our continued collaboration.

Funhow replied.

The two previous transactions with the copper bull had significantly enhanced Fongo's capabilities.

With a hundfold increase, he had effortlessly amassed battle coins, and he hoped to maintain this partnership to acquire even more.

However, upon hearing Fong Hao<unk>s words, Tauro<unk>s expression turned serious.

"My friend Fong Hao, perhaps we must pause our collaboration for the time being.

" "Why?" Fong Ho inquired, furrowing his brow.

Taro pondered for a moment before deciding to divulge some information.

"You hail from the west.

Have you encountered a city of the undead there?" Chapter 94.

The slave trader.

The expression on Tong Yo<unk>s face was grave, and Fonggha's brow furrowed instantly.

He could not have anticipated that Tong Yo would mention the city of the dead, located on the western side of the mana market.

It was unmistakably a reference to his own territory.

Could there be some matter concerning his domain? With curiosity stirring within him, Fong Hao continued, "There exists a city of the dead.

What is the issue? It seems your territory is not far from the city of the dead.

It would be prudent for you to relocate your city further away during this period, lest you be caught in the fallout," Tong Yo replied.

Fong Hao's brow knitted even tighter, and a sense of unease began to swell within him.

"Fallout?" This inevitably evoked thoughts of war.

He began to ponder whether any recent events in his territory could incite such a conflict.

He even wondered if the man of market should halt its cooperation with them, fearing potential repercussions.

Could it be that the news of his slaying of vampire last night had spread? Was the Hamilton family seeking retribution against him? That seemed improbable.

Given the circumstances, the vampire had been subdued by Nelson and dispatched to the Oregon Museum without a chance to relay any information.

It shouldn't be possible.

An unknown sense of threat enveloped Fong How, an unsettling feeling.

Chief Tower, relocating the city is no trivial matter.

At the very least, please inform me of the reasons so that I may provide an explanation to my people when I return, Fungho urged.

Tong Yo fell into contemplation as if there were nuances he found difficult to articulate.

The hall remained quiet for a considerable time before Tong Yo fixed his gaze on Fong Hao and continued, "Very well.

News has emerged from the skull crushing tribe in the frozen wastess.

They're preparing to wage war against that city of the dead, an orc tribe, Fungho inquired further.

Typically, tribes were associated with orcs rather than vampires.

Indeed, a formidable and savage tribe, Tong Yo replied, shaking his head slightly.

It was evident that even a hero of Tong Yo<unk>s stature held a deep apprehension regarding this skull crushing tribe.

"How many troops will this skull crushing tribe deploy? And what is the situation concerning their heroes?" Funhao pressed on.

Tong Yo regarded Fong Hao with a curious glance, shaking his head gently.

I am uncertain about those details, but the skull-c crushing tribe is notorious for their brutality and blood lust.

As a human, you may find yourself in greater peril.

Tong Yo had limited information to share, but he deemed it necessary to warn Fong Hao, as their collaboration had been relatively smooth thus far, and he hoped that Fong Ho would not suffer misfortune in the impending conflict.

Little did Tong Yo know that the city of the dead he spoke of was indeed Fong house territory from which there was no escaping.

Fonhao took a deep breath and replied, "Very well.

I shall consider this carefully upon my return.

" The two continued their conversation.

The inventory check concluded and a large box of war coins was delivered thudding heavily before Fong Ha.

A grand chest overflowing with gleaming coins lay before Fong Ho.