Approaching the table, he began to note his observations.
The initial summoning of the flame spider had been unclear in its steps.
The gathering had been obstructed, leading to the premature dissipation of the flame spider.
Chapter 359.
She is hinting at me.
Finally successful.
On the 12th attempt, five fire spiders, each the size of a palm, materialized before Fongo.
According to the explanation by the author Carlilele, summoning fire spiders is an exceptionally useful and effective form of magic.
The frailty of a mage lies in their physical strength and stamina.
Thus, methods to deter enemies from approaching are of paramount importance.
Moreover, the size of the fire spiders increases in accordance with the mag's magical potency, allowing for a greater number and size to be summoned.
If utilized adeptly, they can sufficiently impede an enemy s advance or afford the opportunity to escape.
The five fire spiders stood motionless, and a smooth wooden floor beneath them rapidly charred.
Suddenly, with a whoosh, flames erupted, "What the!" Fong how exclaimed, hastily dispersing the fire spiders and extinguishing the flames with his foot.
Fortunately, it only managed to summon five small ones.
Otherwise, the house would have been set ablaze.
The success of the fire spiders bolstered Fong How's confidence as the skills he acquired through study provided a sense of accomplishment that surpassed the mere use of scrolls.
However, his proficiency with the skill remained unrefined.
He resolved to practice more diligently to avoid faltering in real combat.
Once the last ember was extinguished, Fong Hao returned to his desk to continue his studies.
As time gradually slipped away, the sky darkened further.
Suddenly there came a knock at the door.
Sir, the dress from Lady Rebecca has arrived.
Ah, just a moment.
Fonggha replied, bookmarking his place in the book before storing away.
Upon opening the door, he was greeted by one of the bare men s subordinates who held a chi pow made of night silk intricately embroidered with blue patterns.
Night silk is a premium fabric distinguished by its luster and softness.
Since Rebecca favored blue, the design reflected her preference.
Who sent this? Fun how inquired casually as he accepted the chi pow.
A young lady, a very beautiful one, the subordinate responded.
A lady? Where is she? She mentioned that she hadn't t visited in a long time and decided to take a stroll.
The subordinate continued.
This remark left Fong how somewhat uncertain of the lady's identity.
The maid servants of the territory were typically very well- behaved.
Even if they wished to take a stroll, they would first inform him.
It was uncommon for someone to simply leave without notice.
"What does she look like?" Funga asked as he ventured outside.
"She is quite tall with golden hair, appearing to be in her 20s, reminiscent of a noble," the subordinate described earnestly.
Upon hearing this description, Fongo's steps faltered slightly.
In an ominous premonition arose within him, "Could it be that the vampire Lorena had come? Does she speak in a cold manner, as if someone owed her money? Indeed, she is particularly stern.
As expected, it was her.
Isn't Lorena supposed to be at the Radium Moon Heights? Why is she not resting and instead delivering clothes to herself? Betrayed by the Red Duke and imprisoned in pieces for decades.
Lorena harbors an intense distrust of others.
Even the loyalty of her own heroes fails to improve significantly.
I gifted her a bone dragon, yet it barely increased her loyalty.
During this period, presenting a bone dragon is akin to gifting a fighter jet.
In the narrative, a young girl would swoon with joy.
Yet, all she gained was a slight increase in loyalty.
It was a transaction that resulted in a considerable loss.
Now, her whereabouts are unknown, and one can only hope that this woman does not succumb to her erratic tendencies and create further chaos.
All right, I understand.
If she returns, let her wait here for me and not wander off.
Fong, how instructed.
Yes, my lord.
Approaching another room, he called for Ana.
After summoning a carriage, they proceeded to the lord's mansion.
Dressed in a chi pow, they arrived at the lord's mansion.
Yet Rebecca was nowhere to be seen.
He entrusted the chi pow to a maid and accompanied by ana directly made their way to the auction venue.
The auction was held in the same grand hall where the previous bidding for the gown took place.
It was an event organized by the Lord's mansion, attracting nobles and affluent merchants from within the city, all those of some repute.
Lavishly adorned carriages lined the streets.
Fong Hao and Anjaon splendid attire.
After presenting their invitation, they entered the hall.
The bright chamber was already filled with guests.
Prior to the auctions commencement, music resonated from the stage as gentlemen invited elegantly dressed, noble women to glide gracefully across the dance floor.
Fonhow had little interest in dancing.
Instead, he surveyed the crowd, his gaze landing on a few individuals in the front row.
Liar.
At that moment, the impostor also caught sight of him, their eyes briefly locking.
The real liar remained imprisoned in the blood dungeon of the territory, while the one before him was a FA a crafted by Shiau using a demon mask.
Following Riley's lead, he sought information on the faceless.
In front of Liar sat a man and a woman.
The man was burly and dressed like a gentleman.
Yet the scar on his left cheek and his posture exuded a sense of a crime lord.
It was clear without a doubt that this man was Riley, the underworld's kingpin.
Beside him sat a sultry woman.
her figure alluring in a low-cut gown that revealed ample skin.
Menes gazes inevitably wandered toward her exposed allure.
Unfazed by their attention, the woman did not display any shyness.
Instead, she occasionally swayed her body, positioning her cleavage enticingly towards the onlookers.
While Fongo scrutinized Riley and his entourage, a slightly plump man approached him.
The man appeared to be in his 30s with short, slightly curly hair and fair skin.
He wore a light blue fitted suit which was clearly ills suited for him, revealing the bulges of his excess weight beneath the fabric.
"What do they call you, young man?" A man holding a wine glass, greeted with an air of familiarity.
"How should I address you, Mr.
Fongho?" Fong responded with a smile.
The elite were fervently engaged in various social gatherings, seeking to expand their circles and cultivate connections.
Naturally, they were also on the lookout for their next conquest, hoping for an exhilarating encounter.
My name is Eric, Mr.
Fong Ho.
Your design that day was truly remarkable, and your audacity in crafting Lady Rebecca's dress so short was commendable.
Upon my first glance, I thought the guards would drag you away for your boldness," Eric exclaimed with enthusiasm.
It appeared he was a fabric merchant who had noticed his design during the bidding that day.
"Sure, I believe it was just right.
" and Lady Rebecca adored it.
Fong Ho replied softly.
Indeed, Eric nodded in agreement, acknowledging the sentiment.
It seemed that all the fabric shops in the city were now emulating Fong Hao's designs.
It would not be long before the streets were filled with ladies dawning his unique style.