Ah, is that feasible? Sha expressed uncertainty.

To be fair, it was likely that none of the residents of Pearl City had ever witnessed the sea.

The concept of a seafood hot pot intrigued her.

Yet, the notion of nautical attire was entirely foreign.

Let us schedule a time for a grand maritime themed event.

Featuring several package deals, Fongo recalled the promotional strategies from his previous dining establishment, sharing his ideas with Shiaoy.

After listening attentively for a considerable time, Shiaoi finally nodded in agreement.

All right, master.

I will arrange this.

We'll launch the event in the next couple of days.

Thank you for your hard work.

Tomorrow, I will have someone deliver new outfits for you.

It's no trouble at all.

Not at all.

Shiaoi replied, her face radiating joy.

After leaving the restaurant, Fong Hao proceeded to the tavern once more.

Without maps or blueprints, he refrained from lingering.

As dusk approached, the duo returned to their territory.

Fong Ho utilized the Lord's book to establish a channel for the territory.

Fong Hao Jong Bin and Fule soon appeared within the channel.

Jeang Bin, this is our new member, Fule.

Ah, this is a new channel and there are no limitations on usage yet.

I am Jeang Bin and I hope for your guidance moving forward.

Jeang Bin was previously in sales and possesses a high emotional intelligence and eloquence.

Greetings, brother Bin.

I have just become the lord of the lower city in big boss city and I look forward to your assistance.

Certainly, Fongghao continued, "Fool, trade three fish to me and also procure one for Jeang Ben.

" Understood.

Boss Upon hearing Jeang Bin address the leader as boss.

He too followed suit.

Soon Fule delivered the fish, instructing Eair to prepare one, while the remaining two were be sampled by other maids.

His territory was abundant in meat and staple foods.

yet lacked fish.

Not far from the territory flowed a river, but the fish there were small, and no one had been assigned to catch them.

Now, with a fishery established, they could finally indulge in this delicacy.

As night fell, in the southeast direction of the territory lay the Huyu Heights.

This was the domain of the Hammond Clan, perpetually shrouded in mist and devoid of sunlight.

Inside the Blood Clan Castle, in the Grand Hall sat a middle-aged man with brown hair on the throne.

His complexion was palid and sickly, his frame gaunt, clad in a black embroidered gown, exuding a scent of sanguin allure.

He was the clan leader of Hamdun, the red Duke Clement Hamdun, a formidable orange level 9 hero.

However, behind closed doors, people preferred to refer to him as the unbeliever, or more simply, the deceiver.

The reputation of the red duke among the blood clan of Huyu Heights was far from favorable.

Yet, his strength remained unassailable.

as long as he continued to live.

Ascending to level 10 and evolving into a dark old hero was merely a matter of time.

The Red Duke scanned the assembly of Blood Clan members, revealing his sharp fangs as he spoke.

Had my incompetent descendant been found? It has been so long since I last saw him.

I have missed him dearly.

His voice was magnetic and gentle, reminiscent of a noble yearning for his kin.

Yet the hall remained eerily silent, say for the occasional sound of swallowed nerves.

The attendees understood the Red Duke all too well.

His expression of longing bore a complexity beyond mere words.

One Blood Clan member awkwardly forced a smile and replied, "Your grace, we have been searching for young Master Giovani through various channels, and we expect news soon.

" Giovani was not the Red Duke's offspring, but rather his nephew.

After their transformation into BloodClan members, they ceased to age.

Giovani, by nature a prodigal, became increasingly troublesome after acquiring formidable power as a blood clan member.

He caused disturbances among dwarves and humans alike, leaving chaos in his wake.

For years, the family had to clean up after him.

Eventually, the situation escalated to the brink of war among several factions, prompting the Red Duke to intervene personally and disciplined Giovani, which quelled his antics for several years.

However, this time he had vanished without a trace.

And the Red Duke's urgency in locating him stemmed not from genuine concern for his safety, but rather from the fact that Giovani possessed a tome containing the secrets of the progenitors of the Evernight clan.

Hearing that his subordinates had found no leads in so many days only heightened his anxiety.

The Red Duke's demeanor gradually darkened, a crimson glow emanating from his body.

Coldly he spoke, "Do you comprehend the consequences of defying me?" while feigning compliance.

His words caused palpable shifts in the expressions of all present blood, Kin.

They harbored no doubts about the Duke's cold-bloodedness and propensity for violence.

Even former kin would feel no trace of familial affection when confronted with his authority.

My lord Duke, you misunderstand.

We have dispatched numerous faint-blooded individuals and have also put forth a search request through the merchant alliance and the faceless ones.

Surely news will arrive in the coming days if you grant us a little more time.

The blood kin hastily explained.

Ah, no word from the faceless ones either.

Has Giovani truly vanished in a thin air? The Red Duke raised an eyebrow.

Curiosity peaked.

This individual, if alive, could not escape the watchful eyes of the faceless ones.

Even if he had accepted a task, it was improbable that not a single clue would remain.

Unless, of course, Giovani had indeed disappeared without a trace.

Indeed, My Lord Duke, news regarding Young Master Giovani will surely arrive shortly.

No one in attendance cared for Giovani's fate.

Their sole concern lay in fulfilling the Duke's mandates.

What preoccupied the Red Duke was the book Giovani possessed.

It is imperative that you diligently attend to the tasks I have assigned.

Otherwise, the repercussions you ought to be aware of.

The Red Duke's scarlet gaze swept over the assembly of Bloodkin.

Yes, we dare not.

At that moment, hurried footsteps echoed from the stone corridor behind them.

A blood servant rushed in, bowing and announcing, "My lord Duke, a letter has arrived from the Faceless One's abode.

" Chapter 217.

The occupation of the cold wind mountains upon hearing the words of the blood servant.

A collective sigh of relief escaped the lips of all present.

Just as they began to discuss the matter of the faceless ones abode, intelligence had already been dispatched.

Regardless of the certainty of the information, it demonstrated their earnest efforts in investigating the matter at hand.

The blood servant presented the letter, which the Red Duke received and scrutinized with great attention.

Gradually, the Duke's expression darkened, his brow furrowing deeply.

Everyone observed the Duke's demeanor, sensing that the contents of the letter were likely not favorable.

Once the Red Duke finished reading, he casually placed the letter aside, revealing that Giovani was dead.

What? How could this be? An air of disbelief enveloped the group.

Once a member of the Blood Clan sprouts bat-like wings, they acquire extraordinary mobility.

It is nearly impossible for a mere human city to retain Giovani unless he willingly sought peril in a region occupied by airborne factions.

Moreover, with the Hamilton family backing him, negotiation was far more probable than outright assassination.