No blame on King Zhao.
The woman's words capture the attention of everyone in the tavern, prompting the owner to shake his head in resignation.
It seemed inevitable that such a moment would arrive.
Old Hajj, upon hearing her remarks, staggered over, scrutinizing the group of women before naturally taking a seat on a nearby chair.
It was the same spot as before, where a young newcomer had once expressed admiration for my experiences and treated me to several drinks.
"Your name is Hajj?" the woman inquired directly.
"Ah, everyone here knows me, the human hero, Hajj," he replied as a mug of beer was placed before him.
The owner discreetly exchanged a few knowing glances.
Yet Haj's gaze remained fixed on his drink.
As the beer was served, he gulped down several hearty swigs.
"So, do you truly possess the schematics to deal with the blood clan?" The woman continued, "Hajpaza, of course, I have them.
I recall the last young man who sat here asked me the same thing.
Let us make a deal.
I'll treat you to several drinks in exchange for the schematics.
" She proposed, "All right, at least buy me one more drink.
" No, five.
Actually, a minimum of 10, he exclaimed.
The woman produced money and tossed it onto the counter, offering him 10 cups.
The tavern owner, sensing that this woman was no ordinary patron, noted that her attire and demeanor resembled that of a forest bandit rather than a mere mercenary.
"Miss, he's just a drunkard who comes here to boast everyday.
Please don't take him seriously.
Take your money back," the owner urged, pushing the coins back towards her, wary of any trouble.
Hajj might cause.
Serve him 10 drinks and with the remaining money, bring some salty snacks, she commanded in a low voice.
Reluctantly, the owner accepted the money and brought 10 beers to Hajj.
Before long, he had consumed all 10 cups.
Once the last drop was down, the woman pressed, "According to our agreement, you can now provide me with the schematics.
" "Ah! Haha! Well, this time I I didn't tea bring them.
I'll give them to you the next time we meet.
" Hajj stammered before wobbling out of the tavern.
The woman exchanged glances with her subordinates and followed him outside.
The tavern owner shook his head helplessly, realizing that Hajj had offended someone he should not have.
As Fong Ha returned to his territory, the knight had already cloaked the land.
The skeletal dragon descended into the city and Fong Ho leaped from its back.
The corpses were directed to the skeleton transformation site while the gold, silver, and jewels were transported to the basement of the Lord's manor.
Fong Hao commanded loudly, directing the skeletal trolls who leaped from the dragon s back to act according to his instructions.
The bodies were those that had perished in battle.
Having turned to bones from the dragon's deathly breath, making them quite easy to carry, the Nolles no longer expected to transform into any useful troops.
But they hoped the arachnid-like creatures would yield some beneficial attributes in their transformation.
Upon returning to the lord's manor, the heir emerged to greet him.
Master was today successful.
Heir asked with a smile.
Indeed, it was smooth and the harvest was considerable, he replied.
Fonggho also smiled and seated himself on a chair in the hall.
A skeletal troll entered, lifting a wooden chest brimming with gold coins and gemstones.
air displayed an expression of astonishment, exclaiming, "Wow, so much.
" "Mier, have you prepared the meal?" And Giat rushed in.
"It will be ready shortly.
Please wait a moment," replied Yair before disappearing into the kitchen, busily attending to her tasks.
Soon, a sumptuous dinner was presented on the table.
Since Luo Lee had returned late today, she missed the maid's meal time and joined them in the dining hall.
Just as they began their meal, the two started recounting tales of their adventures from the day.
Flanking Eair, they animatedly shared their stories, and Eair listened with wrapped attention.
It seemed an opportunity to take Eair out for a stroll was in order.
Confinement within the territory had rendered them somewhat dull, and Jia and Luo Lee's dialogue was equally captivating.
As the trio engaged in lively conversation, Fongghao opened the Lord s book to pass the time, flipping to the regional channel to see what others were discussing.
Black iron one-handed axe, green, a green quality axe, a powerful combat weapon, interested parties may inquire.
There were so few troops skilled in one-handed axes, yet the price was exorbitant.
Unless one had a special troop type, using a battle axe would merely be a burden, as its attack speed was exceedingly slow.
The battle axe would likely go unsold.
After all, look at the pickaxe Fong Ho had listed.
It had been on the market for over a month with scarcely a sale.
Damn, with what you said, I'm starting to feel a bit insecure.
How about I lower the price? How much for the black iron one-handed axe, and how many do you have? Suddenly, someone inquired.
The questioner was someone Fong how recognized Su Yang, the individual who had contacted him regarding the troll business for units of iron or roughly equivalent resources.
I have 12 axes.
If you need them, I can craft them overnight.
Excellent.
Let's discuss this in private.
With that, their conversation concluded, presumably to negotiate privately.
Su Yang<unk>s acquisition of equipment prompted Fong how to ponder deeply.
He appeared to be tethered to the trolls, his role akin to that of a slave overseer.
Extracting resources or performing auxiliary tasks for them.
The trolls even forbade him from recruiting troops.
Su Yangs current purchase of one-handed axes might serve a dual purpose beyond merely supplying the trolls.
There was a possibility he sought to stockpile combat weapons disguised as logging axes due to their similar appearance.
If this were the case, it could indicate some upheaval among the trolls or a decline in their power, presenting Su Yang with an opportunity for retaliation.
As Fong Hao contemplated, the channel chatter persisted.
Yesterday, we collaborated with NPCs to clear a bandit camp and acquired some equipment, which is now listed for sale at very favorable prices.
I can't believe it.
The big shots are even tackling bandits now.
While the bandits outside my territory continued to descend to collect protection fees, I too participated in the offensive alongside the indigenous people.
How could I possibly fight on my own as the others engaged in conversation, Funghow closed the Lord's book.
After dinner, he comfortably immersed himself in the hot spring.
The rejuvenating effects of the spring washed away his fatigue, ensuring a restful night as sleep upon returning to his room.
Leaning against the corner of the pool, he rested his head on the edge, closing his eyes to relax.
The sound of the door opening interrupted the serene atmosphere.
Soft footsteps approached, and upon opening his eyes, Fong Hao beheld the fox girl Xiao by entering with a platter of fruit.
She seated herself by the pool, gently allowing Fong how sad to rest on her lap.
With delicate fingers, she picked a piece of fruit and offered it to his lips, speaking softly.
"Master, I would like to inquire about the plans for the hot pot restaurant so I can make the necessary preparations.
" The hot pot establishment in Pulyuo City had been closed for several days, and she was aware that the inkeeper across the street had also joined the territory, leading a team to manage the store in Leysy's.
This realization ignited a sense of urgency within Xiaoi.
With his eyes closed, resting on her soft lap, Fongghao pondered for a moment before responding.
"Tomorrow, you shall return to Puyu, Oo city, and I will arrange accommodations for you in the city, improving your living conditions.
" Sirill and the noble followers in the city had all been slain by Fong Hao after consuming the sacred blood provided by Fyer Ding.
Their deaths left behind numerous properties which Fong Hao had the authority to manage, perfectly situating Shiao Bai and her companions.
This would spare them from constantly residing in the store.
"Thank you, master," Shiao by exclaimed, her face lighting up with joy as she picked up another piece of fruit to feed him.
It seemed that Fong Hao had no intention of replacing her.