What use do you have for them? Great one.

The other party queried.

It was evident that this individual had acquired shadow stones, but upon learning of Fongo's intent to collect them, was apprehensive about their potential special properties and feared incurring a loss if he sold them.

Thus, he sought clarification regarding their utility before deciding whether to sell.

Fong Hao responded directly, "I have obtained a unique undead structure that requires shadow stones.

Ordinary human buildings cannot utilize them.

" Ah, I see.

Well then, esteemed Fong Ho, I possess 13 of them and wish to exchange them for some weaponry.

Certainly, by the way, esteemed one.

Do you have any iron implement aside from iron spears? Would iron swords suffice? Yes, indeed, Fongghao replied as he had just received a new batch of iron swords, making it opportune to trade for the shadow stones.

One shadow stone for three iron swords, Fongghao proposed.

What? Please do not jest, great one.

This is a rare resource and you mentioned prioritizing exchanges.

Three is far too few.

I will need five iron swords.

The other party countered aside from myself.

You'll find no other buyers for the shadow stones.

Let us meet halfway at four swords, ensuring neither of us suffer the loss.

Very well, for it is.

I shall list them for designated trade.

Agreed.

And I shall maintain this rate for future exchanges.

Excellent.

I will gather my companions and continue the search shortly.

Before long, the individual listed the 13 shadow stones, and Fong Ha placed the promised 52 iron swords for exchange.

Ding.

Just as the exchange concluded, a private message chimed in.

Great one.

Um, has the custom-made undergarment been completed? I can hardly bear it any longer.

Fongghow recalled this individual who had previously expressed a desire for a fabric undergarment after he complained about the discomfort caused by leather ones during a prior discussion about acquiring linen.

It had been quite some time and this person still held on to the matter.

I'll inquire when I have a moment.

I've been rather busy lately and have not kept track of it.

Esteemed Fong, how please think of a solution.

The leather is unbearable.

Surely you must wear something, my good man.

One must embrace life with a certain nonchulence, Fong Hao remarked.

It trips me up while walking.

Come now, you exaggerate.

After some idle chatter, they close the Lord<unk>'s book, and the three finished their breakfast.

And Ja, yawning, long for a return to slumber, but was interrupted by Fongo<unk>s call.

Anja, please summon Shiau and accompany me to observe that work, he commanded.

Oh, very well.

Anja pouted, reluctantly, making her way outside.

Fongghao approached the cage.

Anja and Shia Yu soon arrived.

The spirit was not exactly fearful of the sunlight, yet found it somewhat bothersome.

Upon arriving, it swiftly concealed itself in a shadow, evading the harsh rays.

The work, initially inclined to plead for mercy.

Upon seeing Anja's arrival, lay quietly on the ground, figning death.

Anxious not to provoke the wrath of this mad woman who might drag him out for a beating.

My lord, do you have any instructions? Shiau spoke softly.

Her loyalty to Fong Ho had risen to an impressive 90 points, a notably high figure, ensuring that she would exert every effort to fulfill any command he issued.

Fong Hao glanced at the frail work and said, "I wish for you to possess him and journey to the cold wind mountains to gather intelligence for me.

Shall you regarded the word with a troubled expression, my lord, you wish for me to inhabit a mere word? How could that be possible?" Chapter 115.

The werewolf undercover, the ethereal form of the little spectre, Shiaoyu, displayed an expression of astonishment.

As a mere tier three unit, she would typically navigate around heroes, never daring to embody one.

The notion proposed by Fong Hao to possess a hero was not just met with resistance.

It was an impossibility.

Fongghao was acutely aware of this limitation.

Shall you possess the ability of spiritual embodiment, an advanced form of possession? Nevertheless, the execution of such a feat was still constrained by numerous factors, the foremost being tier and strength.

It is exceedingly difficult to embody a unit whose power surpasses one sone.

What if the target were a soulless undead? Would possession then become feasible? Fonhow cast a glance at the distant werewolf.

His thoughts were straightforward.

He perceived a striking resemblance between Shiao Yu<unk>s spiritual embodiment and his own divine manifestation, albeit his divine focus was limited to his own undead minions, precluding him from employing it on other unit types.

In contrast, Shiaoyu's spiritual embodiment appeared to have no such restrictions, aligning with Fongo's preliminary hypothesis.

Both divine manifestation and embodiment were governed by certain fixed criteria.

The more formidable the unit, the greater the intelligence and soul strength, resulting in increased difficulty for possession.

What if Neielson merely survived in this corporeal form? Would that simplify matters? Upon hearing Fong's musings, Shiau expressed her trepidation, "My lord, I am uncertain of my success.

I have never utilized this ability before.

" Since her awakening, she had remained within the ancient tomb and had never ventured outside, thus lacking experience with this power.

"Do not fret.

We shall simply test it when the time comes," Fawnhow reassured her.

No sooner had he spoken than the figure of the necromancer, Neielson emerged, approaching with deliberate slowness.

Initially engaged in a transformation ritual he had not intended to interrupt.

Yet the threat posed by the skull crushing tribe compelled him to summon Neielson.

My lord, Neielson said, bowing slightly as he drew near.

Neielson, esteemed scholar, we have encountered some disturbances in the territory.

I had no choice but to interrupt your ritual, Fongghao explained.

Oh, what has transpired? Neielson inquired softly.

Fongghao proceeded to recount the events concerning the frost wind mountains and the skull crushing tribe, detailing his plans to Neielson.

The necromancer glanced at the spectre in the shadows, who promptly bowed in a gesture of respect.

Indeed, we can attempt to transport this werewolf to the organ museum, Neielson declared decisively.

Immediately, skeletal soldiers moved forth to lift the werewolf, following Neielson as they entered the organ museum amidst the werewolf's thunderous cries.

Meanwhile, Fong Hao and his companions remained outside waiting.

Who is that? I don't believe I've seen them before.

And Xiao remarked lightly, nudging Fong Hao.

This is our territo's hero.

Neielson, the scholar, Fongo introduced.

Oh, just as the three engaged in conversation, a heart-wrenching howl resonated from within the organ museum.

The mournful sound sent chills racing down their spines.

Immediately, the doors of the organ museum swung open once more.

"Master, all has been arranged.

This spectre may attempt possession.

Should it fail, I can preserve the body through desecation.

" Nelson leaned on his staff, standing to the side.

Fungho nodded and turned to the spectre beside him.

Little U, please try to possess the body.

Yes, master.

Little U inched closer to the corpse, transforming into a wisp of mist that merged with the body of the werewolf lying on the ground.