The usage of the organ jar is particularly beneficial as its effects apply to building units.

This means that all archers, whether employing firearms or bows, will receive a 50 boost, allowing for creative combinations in the future.

I shall acquire this is priced at 1 1200 0.

Fongo produced the requisite amount of battlefire cards and placed them on the counter.

The goblin clerk cast a glance at the battlefire card, a flicker of astonishment crossing his features.

Truly affluent, one might wonder if this lad resides near a hidden gold mine.

After pocketing the battlefire card, he inquired about the rest.

None caught my interest.

They hold little value for me.

I shall return to peruse the new goods next time.

Fongghao cradled the organ jar in his arms.

The goblin clerk proceeded to neatly rearrange the remaining items on the shelves.

You seem to be earning quite swiftly.

Do you possess any secrets? The goblin inquired.

What secrets could there be? I simply fulfill orders and sell goods.

Fongghow replied nonchalantly.

Ah, you are the fastest earner I have encountered.

Just a few days have passed and here you are purchasing supplies again.

A fortunate upbringing indeed, a rich second generation heir," the goblin remarked, to which Fong Hao offered a faint smile.

The goblin seemed convinced, pondering that perhaps one's birth does indeed play a significant role.

"I amu, what do they call you, young undead?" Funhao came to reply.

Being referred to as young undead was indeed not particularly pleasant.

Very well.

I shall remember that.

Moru tapped his forehead.

I shan disturb you further.

I'll take a seat over there.

All right.

With a snap of his fingers, Moru signaled a nearby attendant who promptly delivered two beverages to Anjia's table.

Thank you.

Fong Hao expressed his gratitude as he made his way towards Anjia's seat.

In a nearby corner, a woman sat at a wooden table, her gaze unwaveringly fixed on Fong, how until he settled into his distant seat.

Before her lay a crystal orb, while her seaweed light golden curls cascaded over her chest, she wore a light blue gown with a daring back slit, revealing expanses of pristine skin.

As she sat, the fabric clung to her form, accentuating the alluring contour of her figure with a tantalizing gap visible at the curve of her rounded hips.

After a moment's contemplation, she lifted her crystal orb and made her way toward Fong house location.

Chapter 211.

The witch and the missing person noticed the woman stood up, her waist twisting, her hips swaying.

She walked directly to the vacant seat at Fong House table and sat down.

Sir, is it your first time here? Would you like some divination? The first one is complimentary, she said, her eyes glimmering with allure, her voice soft and inviting.

Fong how furrowed his brow slightly, casting a curious glance at the woman.

Her attire exuded sensuality and temptation, a blue backless gown complimented by a light blue hood and a veil made of fine golden threads obscuring her features.

Yet through the veil's gaps, it was evident that she was a strikingly beautiful woman.

Is this place also engaged in such business? Fongghao inquired.

Intrigued, he recalled, "The skeletal merchant, Rul, had mentioned on their first visit that taverns often hosted ladies from various races offering their services.

With prices ranging from 10 to 100 battle coins, the woman before him, claiming to offer divination, seemed more akin to a purveyor of pleasures.

He contemplated drawing inspiration from her attire to discuss new styles with the tailor soy upon his return.

Observation, learning, and practice were the essential conditions for innovation.

Upon hearing Fongo's words, the woman appeared momentarily taken aback, presuming he was referring to her divination.

She replied softly, "Naturally, it is permitted as long as it does not contravene the rules here.

Would you like to give it a try? How does one do that?" Fonhow asked.

Simply place your hand on a crystal ball," she instructed.

Fong Hao raised his hand, reaching towards the crystal ball on the table.

However, as his fingertips made contact, he instinctively recoiled, his other hand instinctively reaching for the short sword at his waist.

The feather-like sword sheaved at his side, radiated a distinct warmth upon his touch, a sensation that was gradually subsiding.

"What troubles you, sir?" the woman inquired.

Her curiosity peaked.

Fonhow scrutinized her once more.

Firstly, she was not a hero as he had not observed any prompts indicating such.

The feather light sword, while appearing to be a mere weapon, functioned more like a protective charm.

It bore a special skill, blessing, which shielded the bearer from any negative status effects.

Previously, Fongo had believed these negative states referred to morale drops or slowed movement.

Now he realized they also included resistance against certain divinatory sorceries.

I do not require any divination.

Please do not disturb us.

Fonggho stated flatly.

The sudden shift in Fonga's demeanor caused the woman's finely arched brows to furrow.

Sir, do not be too hasty in your refusal.

This is merely a playful divination game.

She persisted gently.

Please.

Fongo gestured for her to leave.

a mysterious alabaster-kinned which had approached him.

Intensifying fong house suspicions.

With no other recourse, the woman stood preparing to depart.

However, as she rose, her foot stumbled and with a startled gasp, she fell toward Fong's embrace.

Just before she could collapse into his arms, and Jia delivered a swift kick to the woman's midsection, sending her sprawling several meters away.

"Get lost!" And Jia shouted vehemently.

The commotion here attracted the attention of the onlookers.

The goblin's sharp voice pierced the air as it reprimanded.

"How dare you cause a ruckus here?" The woman brushed off the footprints from her gown, her gaze sharpening with intensity.

She turned to the crowd, regaining her composure with a smile.

"Oh, it's nothing merely jesting with friends.

Oof.

You are all aware of the rules here, no matter your reasons.

If you dare to stir trouble, be prepared to face the consequences, the goblin continued to warn loudly.

Indeed, we understand, the woman replied, casting a lingering glance at Fong Hao before ascending to the second floor.

Fong Hao and Inja also decided against lingering, rising to depart from the establishment.

On the second floor, in a room adjacent to the street, the earlier woman peered through the window, observing Fong Hao and Injia as they gradually distanced themselves.

With a cold smirk, she murmured, "A traverser, the foremost in the region.

Your information must be quite valuable.

" She returned to her desk, meticulously documenting all she had learned about Fong Ho, sealing it with a stamp depicting crossed black sickles.

As Fong Hao and Injia exited the merchant guild, the short sword at Fong Hao's waist no longer radiated the fervent warmth it had just moments ago.

Perhaps ordinary divination could be deemed a negative state.

Yet he felt grateful that the sword could indeed safeguard him, clutching the ornate jar adorned with vibrant runes.

Fungho remarked, "That woman didn't he seem benevolent.

You were staring at her backside for quite a while.

" and Jar retorted.

I was merely seeking design inspiration for Sawyer's attire.

Besides, wasn't she flaunting it for all to see? Fawn had offended himself earnestly.

Whatever you say, and Jia scoffed, her expression went a skepticism.