You might as well open it in guest will dine here but how many people come just for a meal? This statement reflected her years of experience running a tavern.
While she does serve some snacks and meals, a dining ccentric establishment is challenging to sustain here, unless the food is exceptionally delicious, so irresistible that one feels uncomfortable after 2 days without it.
Akin to the way a drunkard cannot part with his liquor.
It's exceedingly difficult to capture the market.
"It's all right.
I'll give it a try.
If it doesn't te work, I'll sell daily necessities," Fonghao replied nonchalantly.
The proprie shot him a disapproving glance, finding wealthy individuals rather irksome.
"Come on, let's outsit my place for a while.
You want te just stand here forever, will you?" she said, turning towards the tavern.
Her slender waist and ample hips swayed slightly as she walked away, drawing the gaze of onlookers.
Fong Hao, not wishing to linger outside, followed her into the tavern.
Upon sitting at the front desk, he suddenly noticed that the posted bounty had changed.
The quest for the ancient tomb had transformed into one, seeking the gathering place of the undead to the north, and the reward had increased to 5,000 gold coins.
Upon seeing this bounty, Fongo narrowed his eyes.
It was only 3 hours north of Plural City.
If the direction was correct, he could discover its territory.
"What in the world?" he muttered.
Indeed, what a bizarre claim.
Those mercenaries must be out of their minds.
insisting their s a horde of undead to the north.
The proprie murmured from behind the counter.
You don't believe it, yet you're still advertising it.
Funha inquired.
Sigh.
They paid for it.
I can't just refuse to profit, can I? She slid a mug of beer toward him.
What kind of people are these mercenaries? What does it matter to them whether there are undead to the north? Fungho asked, intrigued.
Who knows? They previously spoke of an ancient tomb, and this morning it was changed to undead.
She lamented.
Were it not for the substantial payment, she would te have advertised it at all.
The credibility was dubious and it tarnished the tavern reputation.
Are they staying here? He asked.
The rooms on the second floor have been booked by them.
They must be quite wealthy.
They indulge in fine food and drink.
And the elderly man they're protecting clearly has affluence, the proprie observed, possessing a keen eye for discerning people and situations.
I would like to post a bounty as well.
What are your charges? Fongghao inquired.
Certainly, it's one gold coin for 5 days, and it cannot be less than 5 days.
Upon completion of the bounty, the tavern takes a 10% commission, of course, that S paid after the bounty is fulfilled, she explained while wiping the table.
All right, then let S write it down, seeking information on the sort of mercy, offering 100 gold for each piece of information.
Funhow counted out five gold coins from his pocket, paying for 25 days up front.
Good.
You can write it yourself, she replied.
Could you write it for me? My handwriting is not very neat, Fonggho requested.
The proprie set down her cloth and stood before the bulletin board, inscribing the bounty Fong Ha had proposed.
B.
The tavern door swung open with a heavy push.
Six welle equipped mercenaries entered, escorting an elderly man.
They remained silent, only speaking to the tavern keeper when they reached her, requesting seven portions of lunch to be delivered to their room.
Very well.
I shall send it once it is prepared," she replied.
With that, the group ascended the staircase without further ado.
"Mercenaries?" Fong Hao inquired in a hush tone once they had departed.
The tavern keeper nodded, signaling the kitchen to prepare the meal for the visitors.
Upon their entrance, Fong Hao had already taken note of the mercenaries details.
Each of the six possessed a level between six and seven, which was considered quite formidable within the human ranks.
Watching them ascend the stairs, Fong How's expression darkened.
It seemed these individuals could not be allowed to remain.
They had undoubtedly uncovered the existence of skeletons within his territory, and allowing them to cause further disturbances would lead to considerable complications.
After exchanging a brief word with the tavern keeper, he exited the establishment.
Chapter 191.
The examination of the dead.
In the afternoon, the sun shone brightly.
Having entrusted the shop to Shiao by Fong Hao returned to his territory within Jia.
Just as he dismounted from his steed, Duo Gene approached him, stating, "My lord, here are the blueprints acquired this morning.
The war coins have already been handed over to Missair.
" Duo Gene presented two blueprints.
One for the white steel plate production blueprint obtained as a reward for an order and the other for the white steel firearm blueprint acquired through his own order.
Such crafting blueprints are indeed easier to obtain.
Having placed an order in the morning, he found someone selling the corresponding items by afternoon.
Conversely, the very first order he had placed still lacked a corresponding blueprint for the undead buildings.
Funghow accepted the blueprints and recorded them in the Lord's book.
White steel plate requires two white steel ingots.
It seems that white steel ingots are necessary following the production model of cast iron blocks.
It stands to reason that white steel ingots are not crafted from blueprints, but rather produced in a furnace.
White steel firearm requires one white steel plate, two white steel ingots, and three metal parts.
Description: A commonly used weapon by the firearm squad, featuring a straightforward manufacturing process, allowing for mass production and assembly.
Despite the green quality of the white steel firearm, it possesses damage comparable to tier 4.
This leap in damage capability could exponentially enhance the strength of the skeleton archers, enabling the formation of a formidable skeleton gunner squad that is not only powerful but also visually striking.
The material requirements are not overly demanding.
Presently, the only shortfall is the white steel ingots.
Duo Gene, does the trade allianc's shop possess blueprints for buildings that produce white steel ingots? Fonhow inquired.
Such universal structures should be readily available to all races.
Not yet, but I'll keep an eye out.
If I come across such blueprints, I will purchase them directly, Duo Gene replied.
Very well.
Fongo had no alternative but to hope that the next replenishment by the trade alliance would include these blueprints.
Alternatively, he considered the possibility of procuring white steel ingots as finished products from nearby human cities.
After Duo Gene departed, Fungha made his way back to the Lord's manor.
Upon returning to his chamber, he placed the Starfire staff upon the weapon rack, only to discover that the communication conchk had stored a message.
Fonhow possessed two conchs.
One was given to him by a slave trader for the convenience of being notified when a purchase slaves, while the other was designated for the Copper Bull to relay any news regarding the Skull Crusher tribe.
Now, the message he received was from the conchk belonging to the copper bowl.
Holding the conchk to his ear, he instantly heard the deep voice of the copper bowl.
My lord, we have captured two scouts from the skull crusher tribe, and we found our layout map on them.
They're being sent to the city where Mr.
Fireblade is stationed.
The communication conchk has limited storage, making the message brief.