Do you have any more items related to the undead? Fong Hao inquired again.

None left, just this one, the stall owner replied.

Oh, then I shall look elsewhere.

Fong Hao remarked, scanning the stall for anything else of use, but finding nothing, he rose to leave.

After perusing the market without spotting anything of interest, the two departed, laden with their purchases in a discrete corner, they stowed all acquired items into their storage space before nonchalantly reemerging.

They summoned a carriage and returned to their residence.

After dining, Fonhau returned to his room.

The glow of the luminous stone chandelier cast a soft light.

Sitting at his desk, he laid out all the spoils he had procured from the market.

After recording the undead war drum crafting blueprint, Fongo immediately opened the secrets of the multi-headed fire python to peruse.

According to the description, comprehension of the text would allow one to master the skills inscribed within.

Driven by excitement, Fongghao began to read fervently.

However, after only a brief moment, his brow furrowed in confusion.

What on earth is this nonsense? A myriad of symbols, specialized terminology, and labyrinth and concepts.

Even though he recognized each character, the meaning eluded him.

Funhow then retrieved fire element explanation for reference, continuing his study.

Subsequently, he also opened magic guidance and introduction to mental power for further comparison.

In no time, his modest desk was strewn with eight open tomes, all supporting the central text of the secrets of the multi-headed fire python.

By the time night fell, he had only managed to read five pages.

Damn, if I had been this diligent back in the day, I would have already made a name for myself.

Fun how muttered under his breath, fatigue washing over him, his eyes feeling dry from the strain.

Eventually, he succumbed to slumber.

The following morning, shortly after breakfast, a messenger entered.

Sir, someone from the Lord's Manor has come to see you.

The Lord's Manor? Let them in.

Fong Hao replied.

Before long, a figure stepped into the room.

It was a familiar face, one of Rebecca's maids.

Good morning, Mr.

Fong Hao.

I hope I'm not disturbing your pleasant dreams.

The maid spoke with courtesy, yet with an air of confidence.

Good morning.

Please take a seat.

Fong Hao responded with a smile.

The maid sat down and stated directly, "Mr.

Fong Hao, there's a shop on the Western Commercial Street that is up for sale.

" The lady sent me to inquire if you have any interest in purchasing it.

If so, I shall leave you the details.

It turned out she was here to inform him about the store.

Knowing that he was looking for a venue to establish a clothing shop, Rebecca was evidently aware of his intentions.

Now that a suitable opportunity had arisen, she wished to ascertain his interest.

Simultaneously, Fong Ho sensed Rebecca's satisfaction with their previous collaboration in capturing the Faceless Ones and her intention to win him over by leveraging some conveniences from the Lord's Manor.

Of course, Fong Ho felt no objection to this.

He too was focused on the faceless ones, and Rebecca's overtures were mutually beneficial.

What is the location of the shop? Fong inquired further.

The commercial street in Lysa City is quite extensive with shops categorized into various tiers.

Rest assured, the original store was a renowned jewelry shop within the city, now taken over by the Lord's manor.

Its location is undoubtedly prime real estate on the commercial street.

The maid introduced with a smile, a jewelry shop.

Upon mentioning this, Fon House suddenly recalled the faceless one member who had lost both arms.

At that time, Rebecca had mentioned that this individual was a well-known jeweler and among the city's elite merchants.

It seems the shop was previously under his ownership, and after Rebecca's capture of him, the store was promptly handed over to the Lord's Manor for sale.

Very well, I shall proceed to handle the necessary formalities now.

Fungho rose decisively.

The shop, much like its merchandise, would attract competition in prime locations.

A less desirable one could be swiftly acquired by another, leading to future regret.

"Indeed, sir, please follow me," the maid responded, standing and accompanying him as they made their way outside.

They boarded the carriage stationed at the entrance, heading towards the Lord's residence.

At the Lord's residence in the study, Fongghao completed the required paperwork and was promptly escorted by the maid to this room.

Inside, Rebecca was being attended to by the maid, trying on a gown in a soft cream hue.

The dress was not the traditional puff skirt, but rather a gracefully flowing long gown.

Its overall aesthetic was reminiscent of the gown Fong Ho had designed for Rebecca.

How's this one look? Is a gown sent from the Moorish fabric store.

Rebecca inquired softly, gazing at her reflection in the mirror.

Fong Hao felt a tinge of helplessness.

Such designs are easily replicated, and you currently lack effective alternatives.

It looks quite nice, somewhat akin to what my maid wears in my residence.

Chapter 358.

The Fiery Spider: The Cream Color Gown featured a design that elegantly extended the hemline and cinched the waist, elongating Rebecca's silhouette and imparting a sense of regal poise.

It was evident that the imitation by the season designer was executed quite commendably.

However, whether due to time constraints or a mere cursory glance at Fong's original sketches, this garment exhibited several deficiencies.

It might very well be a hastily produced prototype.

Upon hearing Fongghow remark that the dress bore a resemblance to what the maids wore at his residence.

The servants exchanged subtle smiles while Rebecca shot him a disapproving glance, convinced that he was merely speaking in jest.

After all, Fongo was the original designer and this piece was but a replica.

Anyone would display a semblance of irritation if their design was imitated.

Pray telltale.

What exactly is wrong with this dress? Rebecca suddenly pressed, determined to engage.

The mori fabric store, a venerable establishment, was renowned for its creations.

Yet, in Fonggho's eyes, it had been reduced to mere maid attire.

While she understood his sentiments, she was curious to discern whether his criticisms stemmed from annoyance or if there were indeed genuine flaws.

Fongghow rose and approached Rebecca, stating, "The design of the waistline can indeed create an illusion of height.

Yet, this garment clearly clings to outdated corsetry notions.

The waistline should be elevated to this point.

" His fingers glided upward along the waistline, stopping just beneath her bust.

The gentle caress of a young man along her waist sent Rebecca's heart racing.

Her cheeks and even the exposed skin of her shoulder began to blush faintly.

"Is there more?" she inquired undeterred.

Certainly the color palette is rather monotonous and the weave is uneven.

Both are significant shortcomings of this gown.

While it may suit an ordinary noble woman, it is ill-fitted for someone of your stature.

Standing behind her, Fongghow's gaze fell upon the constricted whiteness of the fabric.

Though the dress had its merits, it was at best an experimental imitation.

A closer inspection revealed signs of rushed craftsmanship and the cream hue pad in contrast to the vibrant reds and purples dawned by other noble women at a swear he rendering it unsuitable for such an occasion.

Urebeca found herself momentarily speechless.

Just moments ago she had been quite satisfied with the dress having collaborated with the Morici fabric store for many years.

Yet following Fong Ho's litany of critiques it no longer appeared as appealing.

Is there not a single redeeming quality? She insisted, warned casually.

It remains a commendable piece, Fonggho replied before returning to his seat.