Upon hearing this, a look of delight spread across the elers's face.
Just as he was about to agree, Lu Lee sprang up like a startled cat.
No, no, we shall find a place nearby instead.
After her exclamation, she persistently exchanged glances with the elder.
The elder quickly grasped the underlying issue and concurred.
Indeed, let us establish our village in a nearby location.
A small number of inhabitants requires minimal space.
The group gathered around the map to deliberate, eventually selecting a site northeast of the main city, specifically the location of a goblin camp.
This was where Fong Ho had fought his inaugural battle upon his arrival, annihilating the goblins, leaving the camp vacant.
The location was quite favorable with existing structures.
The black-footed cat's willingness to build their village there posed no significant problem considering their modest numbers of just over 200.
Once the site was finalized, Fongo allocated some resources for them.
Lu Lee and the elder then led their tribe to the new village site.
After breakfast, Fongo had other matters to attend to.
He proceeded directly to the industrial zone, opened the Lord s book, and sought out the blueprints.
Searching for an empty space, he selected a site for construction.
In an instant, a radiant glow ascended, shaping the outline of a fine stone processing factory.
As the brilliance subsided, the factory materialized before him.
Fongo promptly summoned 10 labor skeletons and assigned them to the brick factory.
The skeletons immediately sprang into action.
Hauling stone bricks from the warehouse to the factory for processing.
Fine stone bricks were essential for upgrading the level 10 Lord S manor and would be extensively utilized for future building enhancements.
Whether for his own upgrades or for sale within the channel, thus ensuring a high demand.
Without hesitation, Fongghao constructed an additional 20 processing factories to expedite the production of fine bricks.
After completing the fine brick factories, he proceeded to the quarry area, erecting five large quaries, dismantling the existing ordinary quaries and reallocating workers to the larger sites for stone extraction.
Once these new blueprints were established, Fonhow also increased the number of brick kills to 50, thereby enhancing operational efficiency.
After completing all his tasks, Fonhao returned to the Lord's manor.
The morning hours were devoid of pressing engagements.
He spent some time in his room studying a few texts and then utilized his divine insight to observe the progress of the black-footed cats as they constructed their village.
Though dimminionive in stature, the black-footed cats exhibited remarkable agility.
The village's structures have been cleared and the elderly village chief was directing several male blackfooted cats in the repair of the dilapidated gate.
There was ample time available and under the protection of the territory, their location posed no danger.
There was no need to worry about the Blackstone tribe.
Even fierce beasts would not venture near.
Whether the gate was installed sooner or later made little difference.
Instead, it was the swift movements of the Blackfooted cats that captured Fong's attention.
Most adult blackfooted cats had reached levels five or six, and their agility was reminiscent of the elusive raccoon.
Adept at scaling walls and navigating rooftops.
They appear to be an excellent reconnaissance unit capable of gathering unique intelligence.
Suddenly, a series of knocks resonated at the door, dispelling his divine insight.
He rose to open the door, revealing air standing outside.
"My lord, Bachelor Nelson is waiting for you outside.
" "Oh, very well," Fong Hao replied as he descended the stairs and exited the manor.
Outside, Nelson sat quietly on a bench, patiently awaiting his arrival.
Upon seeing Fong how emerge, he stood and said, "My lord, the materials for the totem have been fully prepared and are ready for drawing at any moment.
" Chapter 379.
The body of the colossus last night.
Fong how entrusted the totem scroll to Nelson.
It was somewhat astonishing that despite the undead not requiring rest, Nelson had thoroughly researched the totem scroll overnight, Fonhow had anticipated that it would take Nelson at least two or 3 days to yield any results.
Do you not need to practice? Fonhow inquired with a hint of concern.
Nelson, maintaining his calm demeanor, responded, "The totem bears detailed instructions for its drawing.
This is not a particularly challenging task.
" Funhow grasped Nelson's meaning.
The scroll did not merely contain instructions, but rather the answers.
As long as one followed the answers to create the totem, it sufficed.
Such answers were readily acceptable to Fongghow.
The rewards from the treasure chests, akin to skill scrolls, were designed for ease of use by the traversers, ensuring they were not overly complex or cumbersome.
Now that Nelson assured him there would be no issues, Fong how felt reassured.
"All right, we can begin the drawing now," he stated.
Nelson nodded slightly.
Please follow me, my lord.
With that, he turned and headed toward the organ museum.
Funhow silently trailed behind, entering the cold and dimly lit organ museum.
They passed through the hall and entered the second level of the museum.
This second level was a secluded chamber, typically where Nelson handled corpses and crafted skeletal heroes.
Once were commenced, the chamber's door would seal shut, reopening only after Nelson completed his tasks.
In the center of the chamber stood a stone bed half the height of a man, flanked by three shelves laden with various potions and tools.
"My lord, you need to remove your upper garments and lie down on this stone bed," Nelson instructed, setting aside his staff and beginning to manipulate the various vials and jars.
An unsettling feeling crept over Fong Howl, as if Nelson intended to dissect him.
Nevertheless, he shed his shirt and lay bare on the stone bed.
No sooner had he settled than an icy chill enveloped him.
This chill was not merely the cold of the stone, but rather a penetrating cold that seemed to freeze the very essence of his being.
However, it was not overwhelmingly unbearable.
My lord, the materials for the totem drawing include basil, silver flour, regeneration powder, and colossus blood.
I visited Duo Gene this morning and purchased the missing materials from the Merchant Alliance shop.
Nelson stated approaching with a calm tone.
Fonggho listened quietly, recognizing that he was unfamiliar with most of these materials.
Do they sell blood at the shop? He noted upon hearing about the Colossus blood.
The Colossus blood was found in the warehouse.
It should be among the spoils you brought back, Nelson replied.
Fong Hao mused that the spoils in the warehouse were indeed his own.
Yet he had no recollection of the colossus blood.
Perhaps it was simply buried beneath other items.
Unseen, Nelson proceeded to crush several herbs and shatter an amber-shaped gem, allowing the vivid red liquid contained within to drip into a vessel.
After a brief stirring, the ink required for the totem was finally prepared.
Nelson picked up a silver needle that had been set aside and approached Fong Hao.
My lord, you may experience some discomfort.
However, if the pain becomes unbearable, the orc maiden possesses anesthetics that can alleviate it.
The mention of the orc maiden with anesthetics likely referred to the herbalist Hongwa.
It seems she has learned quickly now capable of crafting anesthetics.
That won't be necessary.
I'm not as delicate as I appear, Fong Hao replied, patting his exposed back to signal Nelson to proceed without hesitation, without faltering.
Nelson's bony fingers grasped the silver needle and began to pierce the skin.
His fingers moved like phantoms, darting rapidly into Fongghao's back, akin to a tremor caused by Parkinson's disease.
In an instant, dozens of needles had struck a small area, causing blood to seep from Fong Ho's back.
Oh my.
Before long, Hongua knelt beside him, diligently wiping the sweat from his brow.
Although the anesthetic had dulled the pain, it still left beads of sweat glistening on his forehead.
The inflamed and bleeding spots gradually formed intricate patterns of runes.
After another half hour, the totem was finally complete.