A radiant glow enveloped the scene as 101 skeletons clad in glossy leather aprons wielding metallic hammers materialized before Fongo.

Though they were skeletal in form, their frames were larger than those of the tailoring skeletons.

In their hollow eye sockets flickered ethereal blue flames of the soul.

Skeleton iron blacksmith tier one faction undead racial traits undead hollow frame weakness to light skills focus iron material processing innate skill level one iron forging mastery note against the backdrop of roaring flames the iron blacksmith hammers out metal weapons and tools upon the anvil iron material processing skilled operation of the forge accelerates the smelting speed of finished products the forge designed to melt iron into cast iron blocks was now operated by laboring skeletons.

Subsequently, it would also be entrusted to the iron blacksmiths to enhance efficiency.

My lord, we stand ready to serve you.

The iron blacksmiths bowed in unison.

Like the tailoring skeletons, they possessed independent souls capable of speech and independent thought.

Welcome everyone.

Fun House smiled, then turned to one of the iron blacksmiths.

What is your name? The summoned skeleton iron blacksmith stepped forward respectfully, saying, "My lord, I am called Kllin.

" "Very well, Killin, you shall now be in charge of the iron blacksmiths.

I will assign task to you henceforth.

" Funha replied softly.

Loyalty of the undead iron blacksmith Killin increased by 10 points.

Current loyalty 90.

Thank you for your trust, my lord.

Kllin bowed again, his demeanor unchanged.

Yet his loyalty had risen significantly.

I shall construct several forging furnaces, and at that time you will take over the positions of the laboring skeletons.

Additionally, the equipment in the warehouse require some repairs.

As Fong How walked, he delegated tasks, directly arriving at the construction area for the furnaces, increasing their number to 50.

Drawing from the experience gained in the previous endeavor with the tor, he once again built houses for the numerous skeletal blacksmiths, informing them that they could rest and arranging their work schedules.

Consequently, he managed to elevate the loyalty of all the blacksmiths collectively by five points.

Having completed the blacksmith's workshop, Fongghao began his return to the Lord's manner.

As he traversed the path, a feeble voice called out beside him, "My lord, human lord, I beseech you to spare me.

" In the dim light where the glow of the night stones could not reach lay the imprisoned W leader Nigo.

The moonlight was hazy.

Within the confines of a black iron cage.

Nigo was bound, his limbs restrained, and he lay there wounded.

Surrounding him were hundreds of skeletal soldiers pressing down upon him.

His weakness and injuries filled Nigo with trepidation.

He feared that these beings had no intention of allowing him to live, merely lacking a method to dispose of him.

"Do you possess any new intelligence to share with me?" Fongo inquired softly, not approaching but addressing the darkness.

"In no none," Niggo stammered.

But upon seeing Fongo turned to leave, he hastily added, "My lord, I am willing to pledge my loyalty to you.

I shall gather intelligence on your behalf.

Truly, I will become an undercover agent and procure all the information for you.

Hearing Nigo<unk>'s words, Fungho paused in his footsteps.

An undercover agent indeed was an intriguing notion.

Chapter 113.

A bountiful harvest.

The reason Nigo has survived thus far is not due to any utility he possesses, but rather because Fungha refrained from killing him.

This was primarily because Nelson was preoccupied with the transformation of a vampire conversion site into a skeletal hero, rendering him unable to convert Nigo.

Killing him at this time, especially in the summer, could lead to an unpleasant odor that might dampen everyone's spirits.

Thus, Fongghao decided to confine him for a few days until Nelson completed the transformation, after which further arrangements could be made.

Upon hearing Nigo's words, Fongghao fell into a contemplative silence.

The intelligence regarding the skull crushing tribe was still woefully inadequate.

Infiltrating the tribe with an undercover agent to glean information about the enemy's next moves seemed like an excellent idea.

Can you infiltrate the skull crushing tribe? Fongo paused in his departure, casting another glance at Nigo, who is enscconced within the dark confines of the iron cage.

Yes, I certainly can, my lord.

The scouts of the skull crushing have mentioned that assisting the tribe would yield rewards.

I can use this as a pretext to enter their ranks and gather intelligence for you, Nigo exclaimed as if clinging to a lifeline.

He was desperate to avoid death.

Of course, he had no intention of genuinely pledging loyalty to Fonggha.

He merely sought an opportunity to escape and exact revenge on the human before him and that woman who had struck him.

Niko's thoughts swirled with vengeance.

Yet his tone remained earnest and respectful.

My lord, I assure you I will do my utmost to atone for my past mistakes.

Fonga stroked his chin, lost in thought.

This indeed was a promising idea, though the idea of placing an undercover agent was the real gem, not the release of Nigo, having obliterated his kind.

Reconciliation was impossible.

Even with the hero's contract, Nigo's loyalty would be questionable.

Moreover, the only hero's contract he possessed was already pledged to Anja.

My lord, the chieftain of the skull crushing tribe known as the tyrant commands a formidable army.

In the absence of intelligence, you may find yourself at a disadvantage, Nigo said, his slender tongue licking his parched lips.

I will bring you vital information regarding troop numbers and the timing of their attacks.

Nigo continued to persist, attempting to persuade Fong how to accept his proposal.

Your suggestion is commendable.

I shall ponder it further, Fong Ho replied, gradually retreating amidst Nigo's fervent intreaties.

Upon returning to his chamber, the night had grown late.

He lay in bed, glanced at the regional channel where others were chatting, and soon fell into slumber.

The following morning, as the first light of dawn began to break, Fongghao awoke, and stretched languidly.

After freshening up in the bathroom, he exited his room and descended the stairs.

Anja's room remained tightly shut.

She had likely not yet risen.

In the kitchen, there was preparing breakfast for the three of them.

Stepping outside the lord's mansion, he noticed that the rabbit folk had risen early, diligently attending to their respective tasks.

My lord, you are up quite early today.

A young rabbit woman greeted him with a smile and a respectful bow.

Her simple movements caused her modest attire to open slightly, revealing a glimpse of her alabaster skin.

The rabbit women were all youthful and possessed alluring figures.

On that morning, a visual feast awaited.

Of course, the well-traveled Fong Ho merely smiled and greeted, "Good morning.

" indeed.

"Good morning, master.

" The rabbit girl beamed with delight here.

There was food to eat and a house to live in.

No one bullied them, especially since their master was generally easygoing.

To them, this place was nothing short of paradise.

Consequently, the rabbit people quickly integrated, approaching Fongo to bow and greet him when they encountered the working skeletons.

They displayed no signs of fear.

Fongo ventured out of his territory and arrived at the logging area of the laboring skeletons.

He opened a crafting menu and selected the simple handsaw.

Simple handsaw, one hardwood, one cast iron block, two metal parts.

He crafted 30.

Amplification triggered, obtaining 3,030 simple hands saws.

3,000 hands saws appeared in the open space before him.

The design of the handsaw bore little difference from modern saws with sharp teeth capable of efficiently cutting through wood.

Changing tools, he stored the remainder in the warehouse.