That is splendid.
Since the danger has been averted, you may consider expanding your flax cultivation.
I will increase my purchasing quantity in due course, Fong Hao replied.
Deng Bin was a commendable individual.
Aside from her somewhat gang-like appearance, their transactions had always been smooth.
Fong Ho was keen on collaborating with her as it promised stability without excessive complications.
Furthermore, the demand for flax on Fongghao's side was steadily rising.
In addition to standard flax garments, various crafted equipment now began to incorporate flax fabric as a material.
For instance, the horse masks and vests acquired yesterday both featured the presence of linen and thread.
Fonghouse speculated that upcoming item synthesis would likely see a surge in the availability of linen and thread.
Consequently, he resolved to increase his procurement of linen, especially since according to their agreement, the price of linen would be hald in the future.
After sending his message, there was a brief moment of silence from the recipient.
After 2 or 3 minutes, a response arrived.
Boss, if you guarantee a safety net for me, I can arrange for personnel to engage in large-scale cultivation.
Dangg beness line of thought was quite straightforward.
She could cultivate, but Fong Ho needed to assure her that he would buy her yield if she couldn't he sell it.
Certainly, go ahead and arrange for the planting.
I will purchase everything.
Funha responded with elacrity.
While others might worry about an over supply of linen, he harbored no such concerns, not to mention his several hundred skilled skeleton tailor.
Linen products sold exceptionally well in both the Channel and the Orc territories.
At present, his only concern was a potential shortage of linen, not an excess of products.
All right, boss.
I trust you.
I will immediately arrange for the planting.
In collaborating with Fong Ho, Deng Bin would incur no losses.
She could even rely on the linen resources to continuously acquire what she desired.
Yes, feel free to cultivate, but do not neglect the development of your military strength, Fongo advised.
Thank you very much, boss.
Deng expressed her sincere gratitude.
Meanwhile, the villagers and soldiers surrounding Deng Bin erupted in cheers at the prospect of this collaboration.
Henceforth, Linen would usher in a more prosperous life for them.
Once their conversation concluded, Fong Hao ate his meal while casually glancing at the regional channel.
The atmosphere today felt somewhat oppressive.
After observing for a while, he discerned the topic of discussion.
It turned out that a lord had reported in the channel last night that the loyalty of his militia had plummeted to 32 points.
He claimed that the entire atmosphere in his territory felt peculiar, as if his troops might turn against him.
This morning, however, it was noted that the Lord had not made an appearance.
Someone added him as a friend and confirmed that his private messages had vanished.
A search for the user also revealed that he no longer existed.
It could be reasonably inferred that the Lord from last night had met his demise.
This incident caused quite a stir.
Everyone understood that a decrease in loyalty could lead to demotivation and desertion among the populace.
However, the occurrence of patraside had never before been substantiated.
What the Lord did to cause his loyalty to drop to 32 points was now irrelevant, for he was already dead.
He unwittingly served as a cautionary tale to others, underscoring the significance of loyalty, or rather the necessity of vigilance when loyalty waines excessively.
As he observed the discussions in the regional channel, Fong Hao felt a slight tremor in his hand holding the wine glass.
He hurly navigated to check the loyalty page.
The current loyalty of the enchanting Lola Anna Tobias stands at 25.
Indeed, it remains at 25 points.
While others have reached 32 points and resorted to murder, I find myself still at 25.
At this moment, Fongghao harbors uncertainty about whether recruiting this dark gold level hero was a prudent choice.
Although there is no justification for provoking her, the troubled past of this dark gold level figure raises concerns.
What if her mental state falters leading to unpredictable moods? It seems prudent for me to exercise caution.
After partaking in breakfast, I stepped out of the Lord's manner.
The sun bathed me in warmth, a comforting sensation.
How fortunate it is to bask in the sun, I ponder how the humans of the Huiwa Highlands managed to endure.
Stretching my limbs, I made my way directly to the necroantic construction area.
Opening the Lord's book, I located the blueprint for the blood prison.
The Blood Prison is a design unlocked upon capturing the Blood Fortress.
There is currently no place within my territory for detaining prisoners, making it an opportune moment for construction.
On the eastern vacant land, I selected a suitable spot.
The location is crucial for imprisoning offenders.
Once the blood prison is established, it will lie within the necroantic zone.
Even if a prisoner were to escape, they would be met with an assault from the undead army.
Level one, blood prison.
2500 wood, 3,000 stone, 350 iron, 200 cast iron blocks, 150 metal parts, one trace of violets.
Description: A formidable and fearsome playground.
Whenever a new guest arrives, the air is filled with exhilarating whales of despair.
Chapter 310.
The arrival of Domina and confirmation of construction.
A radiant light surged forth in an instant.
10 minutes later, as the brilliance dissipated, a semi-ubranian dungeon materialized before Fong Ha.
The structure was primarily built underground with its apex rising 10 cm above the ground, featuring two slender windows at both the front and back to allow for ventilation and brief sunlight exposure.
Upon completion of the construction, Fawn had descended the steps into the depths below.
The dim corridor revealed individual cells on either side, totaling four in number.
The stone walls and metallic bars appeared remarkably sturdy.
In addition, with guards stationed, escaping would prove exceedingly difficult.
Each cell contained various interrogation instruments.
Iron shackles, whips, and other implements whose names eluded Fongghao.
Yet, he understood their purpose.
Although the blood prison was merely of the first tier, there were currently no inmates within the territory and thus there was no urgency to upgrade it.
Upgrading could be postponed until it became genuinely necessary.
After a brief inspection, Fongo exited the blood prison.
Upon returning to the Lord's manor, the sky above abruptly darkened.
A colossal bone dragon descended upon the territory, swooping down with a gust of wind, landing before the Lord's residence.
Following this, the enormous form of the weaving spiderwoman, Domina, dismounted from the dragon's back.
Domina, a spider-like entity of considerable size, bore the upper body of a woman, while her lower half was that of a massive spider, which remained unsettling.
My lord, Dominus stammered, her body swaying as she stumbled.
The sharp claws of her spider legs clattered against the stone tiles, leaving behind a series of indentations and cracks as if pierced by a sword.
Domina, have you been drinking? Funhao inquired with curiosity.
No, it is my first time riding a bone dragon, and I'm somewhat unaccustomed, Domina replied, her large form collapsing onto the ground.
Ah, so it is merely a side effect of the bone dragon.
Fungho recalled experiencing similar leg weakness during his initial ride alongside the maids.
Take your time to recover.
After a brief moment, Domina regained her composure, rising to her feet once more.
carefully controlling the pressure of her steps to avoid further damaging the tiles, resembling someone walking in high heels.
"My lord, I have brought you a gift," Domina proclaimed, retrieving a massive white silk cocoon from the back of the bone dragon.
The elongated oval-shaped cocoon was enveloped in spider silk.
"Fong how gazed at the cocoon, his brow furrowing slightly.