There's no need for you to be so humble, she countered, then inquired.

I'm quite pleased with these few pieces.

How much do they cost? Funo smiled gently and responded.

Lady Rebecca, my clothing store is set to open in a few days.

Might I request you to be our brand ambassador? As compensation, you will receive a complimentary set of our new arrivals for your personal wear.

Rebecca paused, her gaze shifting to meet Fonggha's eyes, her large eyes reflecting a hint of skepticism.

Fonggho was no fool.

He was quite astute.

She wondered if he intended to take advantage of her.

Yet her curiosity got the better of her as she asked, "What does it mean to be a brand ambassador?" Chapter 380.

Advertising model Rebecca wields the core power of the city of Lis, possessing an unparalleled credibility and influence that resonates with all its inhabitants.

Whether they are nobles or beggars from slums, they may be oblivious to the number of legs a public toad possesses.

Yet, they are undoubtedly familiar with who Rebecca is.

Should a clothing store be established within the city, Rebecca would serve as the ideal promotional model.

It could be said that when Fong Hao contemplated opening a store, his attention was already drawn to Rebecca.

He exhibited a unique talent for design while assisting her with the affairs of the Faceless.

Now, when this matter is brought up, it becomes difficult for Rebecca to refuse his proposition.

As for the male spokesperson for LIS, the most suitable candidate would be the city lord Aubrey.

However, Fonga had yet to make contact with Aubrey, and the latter's condition appeared rather poor, giving off an impression of lingering illness.

He seemed rather dispirited and fatigued.

Thus, Fong Hao was still in contemplation, seeking a suitable male model.

What is an image spokesperson, Rebecca inquired with curiosity, pondering the peculiar ideas that might be swirling in Fongghow's mind? In simple terms, it means using your image to promote the fabric store, thereby increasing the product's popularity.

Fonhow explained his understanding of a spokesperson.

He was uncertain if his interpretation was accurate, but that was the essence of it.

Leveraging Rebecca's image to attract customers.

Upon hearing Fong How's explanation, Rebecca grasped the concept.

Previously, fabric stores in the city had sent some garments to the Lord's mansion, utilizing her influence to entice nobles to purchase clothing from their establishments.

Although the approach was similar, Rebecca did not believe that Fongo intended to limit himself to merely that, he certainly had more ideas in store with his thought.

A flicker of intrigue crossed Rebecca's mind, and she deliberately adopted a stern expression, figning displeasure as she remarked.

"Is that all? You don't think I'm completely oblivious, do you?" Fongo felt a stir of concern.

Had the notion of a spokesperson already emerged in this context.

That seemed unlikely, as he had visited several fabric stores and had not encountered any model advertisements.

"What do you mean, madam?" he probed tentatively.

Leaning against the desk, Rebecca spoke softly.

"You don't believe that Lis is in need of a few garments, do you?" Indeed, Rebecca would not lack the means for a few pieces of clothing.

She would willingly invest a substantial sum for a gown that captured her fancy.

Nonetheless, Fong had not expect her to readily acquies to his ideas.

However, he aimed to lower the price in order to better negotiate against Rebecca's potential haggling.

How about this? For every piece of clothing you endorse, you would receive a profit of five.

The more we sell, the greater your income, Fonggho continued.

That's insufficient.

50, Rebecca countered, shaking her head as she declared her desired price.

10 at most.

If not, I shall have to seek someone else.

Fongs expression turned serious.

The price Rebecca demanded nearly caused him to faint.

All right, it's a deal.

Tell me, what should this spokesperson do? Rebecca immediately displayed a triumphant smile and emphasized, "Let me make it clear.

I do not have the time to accompany you to the store for promotions.

I will hire an artist to create full body illustrations of the clothing styles which could be displayed in the store without requiring your presence," Fonhow explained.

Rebecca pondered for a moment, finding it feasible, but noted that such illustrations would also require considerable time.

One or two might be manageable, but more than that would be impossible given her schedule.

The process of creating character portraits still necessitated models to maintain a static pose for extended periods.

Followed by the artist's work, Rebecca simply could not afford to allocate time to this endeavor.

I have thought of a solution, Fongghao continued.

I possess a magical artifact that can temporarily capture an image, allowing you to simply change outfits and pose multiple times.

He smiled as he elaborated.

This referred to the photographic function in the Lord's book.

He would not require Rebecca to maintain a pose for long, which would indeed be too time-conuming.

Once the photograph was taken, the subject would remain in a still state, enabling the artist to paint from the selected images, facilitating subsequent modifications.

Such an artifact exists? How come I have never heard of it? Rebecca expressed skepticism.

Fongghao promptly opened the Lord<unk>'s book, captured a photograph of the room, and presented it to Rebecca.

"See, this is it.

This is astonishing," Rebecca exclaimed, her eyes wide with wonder.

"I'm not deceiving you, am I? How about we photograph all the outfits I brought tonight so I can visit the artist tomorrow?" Fonhao proposed.

"That sounds good.

" Without hesitation, Rebecca struck various poses while Fong utilized the photographic function to document them.

She had brought three new outfits along with a previously gifted chi pow totaling four pieces.

Rebecca changed into each one for the photographs.

After capturing all the outfits, she began to sift through the images, selecting for that she was particularly pleased with, instructing Fong how to advise the artist on specific adjustments needed in certain areas.

Fong Ho readily agreed, hoping the resulting promotional materials would be perfect, thereby increasing his potential earnings.

Once the clothing matters were settled, Fongo continued, "Have you received any news regarding the task you mentioned? The Faceless Ones will be taking action in the coming days, but the specifics of the time and location remain unclear.

" At the mention of the Faceless Ones, Rebecca's expression darkened.

Through their collaboration, they had managed to capture several of these individuals.

Initially, they believed these individuals would lie low for a while.

Yet only two days had passed before new activities emerged.

Moreover, this time the actions were rather brazen, having reached her ears days in advance.

Very well, I will remain in the city for a few more days.

Should any intelligence arise, ensure someone informs me, Fong House stated.

Indeed, Rebecca nodded slightly, indicating her understanding.

The objectives of their collaboration were fundamentally aligned.

Rebecca sought to consolidate her power within the city, while Fongghao aimed to deter the Faceless Ones from threatening them, the Travers.

Only by exerting maximum effort to eradicate the Faceless Ones could they hope to silence them and prevent any further significant actions.

Upon exiting the Lord's mansion, Fong Ho and Inja had just returned to their residence when a tall, short-haired man unexpectedly emerged from the main entrance.

Fongghao paused momentarily despite the deepening night.

The man's stature was distinctive enough for recognition.

He was certain that no such man resided here.

Wait a moment.

Fonggho called out directly.

The man turned around and upon seeing Fong Hao inquired, "When did you enter the city?" Fong Hao's brow furrowed deeply.

The familiar voice coupled with the striking appearance immediately revealed the man's identity to him.

It was Lorena, the emotionally unstable vampire.

She had since cut her long hair into a style reminiscent of a dandy elite.

Slick back neatly, clad in impeccably tailored, noble attire, she resembled a refined young aristocrat.

Fongghao chose not to question her unusual appearance.

For Lorena, cutting her hair and starting a new was not necessarily a negative development.

Instead, he asked, "Lena, what brings you out at this late hour?" Lorena brushed her hair back and replied nonchalantly, "Do you not know, my lord, that the people of the eternal night clan prefer the night?" Funhow paid little heed to her tone and continued, "It is quite late.

The town's folk have already retired, and it seems you have nowhere to go.

" Lorena smiled, stating, "I'm merely bored and plan to sit at the tavern at the street corner for a couple of drinks before returning.

Indeed, there was a tavern nearby that remained open late.