And as long as Lorena did not cause any trouble, it was acceptable.

All right, stay safe, Fonggho advised, though the sentiment felt somewhat superfluous.

Thank you for your concern, my lord, Lorena replied with a gentlemanly bow, gracefully heading towards the street corner.

Fonggho watched a retreating figure before entering the courtyard and returning to his room to rest.

The following day, after breakfast, Fong Hao encountered Lena once more.

From Maid's account, he learned that Lena had arrived in Lysa's city several days prior, dawning a set of androgynous attire and venturing out both by day and by night.

Her difficult demeanor made it challenging for the maids to engage her in conversation.

"Are you not concerned about the dangers of being out for so long, especially with the blood hunters around?" Fongo inquired, looking towards Lena.

I have the blood hunters to rely on.

There is no need for my concern, Lorena replied casually.

Tall and possessing delicate features, Loranna had during her romance with the Red Duke turned all the men in the city into rivals for her affection.

At present, her attire exudes a certain gallantry, transforming her from one who merely captivates men into a figure that enchants both genders.

Is the cultivation of medicinal herbs proceeding smoothly? Fonggho inquired further.

Those individuals have commenced their farming, yet I find myself curious about their previous occupations.

Why are they struggling with even the most rudimentary cultivation? Lorena seemed to recall something suddenly and posed a question.

Their professions are quite varied, but each is undeniably robust.

We can simply instruct them with some farmers.

Fong elucidated, the individuals dispatched to the Huyu Highlands are merely capture bandits.

However, Fong Hao was taken aback that these individuals could not manage even the simplest of farming tasks.

Regardless, he decided to leave the subsequent matters in the hands of blood hunter who would take charge.

When do you intend to return? What purpose would that serve? This place is vibrant and lively, while the blood fortress is cold and dreary, utterly devoid of interest.

Lorena tilted her head back, casually picking up a piece of fruit to save her.

A thought crossed Fong Ho's mind.

He was indeed in need of a male model.

Lorena's current appearance was quite suitable for promotional posters.

Perhaps sensing Fong Ha's gaze lingering upon her, Lena furrowed her brows and remarked, "You ought to temper your gaze.

It's a matter of your safety.

" After all, as a dark gold level hero, she easily discerned Fong Ho's attention.

Acknowledging the misunderstanding, Fong Hao directly stated, "Lena, would you consider modeling for a clothing store? You could try on new styles in advance.

" Her curiosity peaked by Fong Ho's proposition.

She lifted her head to regard him.

"What kind of modeling?" "The clothing store in Liixa City is about to open, and I plan to promote the shop.

" "Currently, I am in need of a male model, and I believe your image is quite fitting," Fongo explained.

He proceeded to outline the nature of the advertisements to Lurena.

Her eyes widened in disbelief.

I am suited for men's clothing.

The women's model has already been secured in Rebecca, the wife of the city lord who wields considerable influence in Liix's city.

The second individual I deem capable in terms of appearance is you, especially now that you have short hair.

Fong replied with a smile.

After a moment of contemplation, Lorena eventually nodded in agreement.

All right, what should I do? Fongghao retrieved several sets of men's clothing from a storage space and handed them to Lena.

There's nothing particularly special.

Simply change into these outfits.

And I will take your picture to provide to the artist for a portrait, he clarified once more, demonstrating the photography function to Lorena.

At last, both male and female models were accounted for.

In the afternoon, Fong Hao, accompanied by Jia, arrived before a quaint residence.

This was Browning's abode.

In the city resides a second rate painter, harboring numerous secrets.

Renowned for his remarkable memory.

He possesses the unique ability to concoct special pigments.

With just a fleeting glance, he can later recreate the figures and scenes etched in his mind upon canvas.

Previously, he had been captured and interrogated by the Faceless One, only to be rescued by a timely intervention arranged by Rebecca.

Subsequently, Fongghao encountered him again within the temple, their paths having crossed once more.

Gently, he wrapped on the door.

Knock, knock, knock.

Who is it? Came a languid voice from within.

After a rustling sound of clothing, the door swung open, revealing Browning, his hair disheveled.

Bare-chested, he dawned a pair of linen trousers.

Browning gazed at Fong How with a furrowed brow.

Mr.

Browning, you haven't te forgotten me, have you? Last time at the temple, you promised to treat me to a drink.

Fongghao gested with a smile.

In an instant, recognition washed over Browning as he recalled Fongghao<unk>s identity.

"Oh, it's you.

You are Fong Ho," he exclaimed.

"Yes, Fong Ho," he reiterated.

"I had a bit too much to drink yesterday.

My mind is inn quite sharp," Browning explained, patting his forehead.

At that moment, a woman emerged from the room, her attire casually draped, revealing ample skin, leaning against Browning.

Her gaze fell upon Fong, how outside the door, in a sultry tone, she inquired, Browning, who is this? You're not introducing him? Which young master is this so handsome? This is Mr.

Fong How, a well-known businessman in the city? Browning introduced.

After which he playfully patted the woman on her backside and added, "Go on.

You can return for now.

I shall seek you out later tonight.

" All right, but don't forget, she replied, casting a flirtatious glance.

As she sauntered past Fong Hao, she added, "You can join us later at LLB on the house, darling.

" With that, she departed, leaving a trail of lingering allure in her wake.

Chapter 381.

The Fox Tavern Brown's room was somewhat disheveled.

Clutter strewn across the floor and unwashed garments piled in the corners.

In contrast, the walls were adorned with an array of framed oil paintings predominantly featuring feminine figures.

Mister Fong Hao, you must have summoned me for a reason, Browning remarked as he moved two chairs to position them before Fong Hao and Inja.

Indeed, I seek Mr.

Browning to create several paintings for me, ensuring the utmost quality.

The price is negotiable, Fongo stated directly, laying bare his intentions.

Oh, that is entirely feasible.

Is it a portrait of you? Browning responded with enthusiasm, well aware that his daily expenses were considerable and not one to turn away business that came knocking.

He retrieved some of his cherished fruit wine, intending to graciously entertain this unexpected guest, not of me, but of Lady Rebecca.

With a clatter, the ceramic cup in Browning's hand fell, shattering upon the wooden floorboards.

He hastily disregarded the fragments and exclaimed in astonishment, "Lady Rebecca, the wife of the Lord.

" Yes.

Thus, the outcome must meet her expectations.

Otherwise, gaining her approval will be exceedingly difficult, Fong How asserted with seriousness.

Browning's expression shifted rapidly, culminating in a fervent declaration.

"No problem.

Of course, I will ensure her satisfaction.

Lady Rebecca belonged to the upper echelons of the nobility in Lysa City.

" to paint for her was a mark of honor, and should he earn her recognition, it would undoubtedly enhance his stature within the realm of artists.

Very well, Fong Ho nodded in agreement.

He then proceeded to explain the dimensions of the canvas and the specifications for the portrait.