The pair halted once more before the tavern with a cacophony within was palpable, even from the entrance.

Let us go in and have a seat, Fonghouse suggested.

Taverns serve as splendid venues, be it orc or human establishments.

One can often procure various adventure maps.

Perhaps this place would yield something as well.

As they pushed open the door, a wave of the rich scent of ale and clamor washed over them, though the streets were not particularly crowded.

The tavern was filled with patrons of diverse races.

Upon entering with the ornate jar, a brief hush enveloped the room, all eyes fixated on Fong Ho and the peculiar jar he held.

Fong settled near the bar.

All you have, inquired the tavern keeper.

a robust human in his 40s.

"Two beers and some snacks," Fungha replied.

"Excellent choice.

Our smoked meats are renowned for their exquisite flavor.

Would you care to sample them? Since it is your first visit?" The proprietor pitched.

"Why not?" We ve come this far.

It wouldn't hurt to try acquiesed.

The owner nodded and began preparing their drinks and appetizers.

Meanwhile, Fong Ho's gaze drifted to the notice board instead of single page maps.

The board displayed several bounty notices, including one for a missing queen s necklace, a healer capable of curing rare ailments.

And the last notice made Fong how s eyes narrow in intrigue.

Missing person notice.

Giovani Hamilton bloodline initiator.

Hamilton family reward for information.

5000 war coins.

100 bloodline influence.

The notice is accompanied by a portrait of the individual.

Fungho glanced at Injia, who mirrored his astonishment.

Giovani Hamilton, known as the blood hunter, had now been transformed into a skeletal hero by his own hand.

It was unexpected that his family held him in such high regard, even issuing a bounty.

Is it not customary for vampires to slumber for several years? Why, then has the search commenced after just over a month? Have you encountered this individual? providing information could yield a substantial reward backed by the merchant alliance ensuring that no treachery from those bats could arise.

The proprietor approached bearing two glasses of beer.

I have not seen him.

I am merely intrigued that missing person notices can still be posted here.

Fonhow remarked returning the notice to the bulletin board.

Indeed, notices for lost items and people and occasionally postings from mercenary legions can all be found here, the owner explained.

Is it truly so abnormal for a vampire to slumber for years? And what if posting a missing person notice here? Who knows? Perhaps they have received some news.

It is possible that something has befallen this individual.

The Hamilton family is notoriously protective.

Anyone entangled with them could find themselves in dire straits.

Chapter 212.

The Hamilton family.

Upon hearing this, Fonhow became acutely aware of the gravity of the situation.

The Hamilton family evidently possessed considerable strength, having already allied themselves with the merchant guild and wielded a certain degree of influence.

Although the blood hunter had been transformed into a skeletal hero under his command, the skeletal structure, the fangs of the blood kin, and the enormous wings remained intact.

This transformation had not gone unnoticed by others on multiple occasions.

Should the truth come to light, it would likely incite retribution from the Hamilton family.

Giovani s demise would in fact be a fortuitous event.

Many would rejoice at the news of his death.

The owner spoke again.

What has he done? Has he committed numerous vile acts? Vile? That is an understatement.

He has murdered, pillaged, and drained the blood of children.

His transgressions are countless, nearly sparking a war between humans and dwarves against the Hamilton family.

In the end, I'm not sure how they reach a truce.

The tavern is plastered with bounties for Giovani's head.

Just imagine the extent of his misdeeds, the owner said with a fierce glare.

The officials who posted those bounties represent the major factions.

The collective pursuit of him by the authorities speaks volumes about his nefarious actions.

Indeed, he has committed unspeakable atrocities, the owner affirmed.

At that moment, someone called from a distance, prompting the owner to wipe his hands and turn to greet the guests.

Fong Hao and Injiao bowed their heads, continuing their meal.

While their minds remained preoccupied with the matter of the Blood Hunter with an army at his disposal, he felt less intimidated by the Hamilton family.

Yet, he did not desire another adversary.

Upon their return, he would station the blood hunter to guard their territory and assign other heroes to undertake external missions to avoid drawing attention from outsiders.

The Faceless One's cabin was not solely a source of intelligence for himself.

Who could say whether there were spies among the beast kin that might divulge the blood hunter secrets? The two conversed in hush tones as they finished their meal.

After bidding farewell to the owner, they exited the tavern.

Outside, the sky had gradually darkened.

They had initially arrived in the afternoon, but after a leisurely exploration, it was now quite late.

They decided against lingering any longer and promptly teleported back to their territory.

Upon their return, Injia busied herself with her own tasks while Funghao proceeded directly to the Organ Museum.

The museum comprised two spaces.

One was a hall for architectural models where corresponding organ jars could be placed while the second space was currently sealed shut.

Fungho had previously toured the interior which housed a massive stone bed intended for the creation of skeletal heroes and transformation rituals.

Presently Nelson was engaged in the crafting of skeletal heroes.

Hence the second door remained firmly closed.

Funghow approached the structure of the skeletal archer.

Placing the organ jar he held into the designated groove.

With a click, the mechanism was activated and the organ jar slowly descended, leaving only the top of the skeletal jar exposed.

A violet light radiated forth, bestowing the lightning speed enhancement upon all archer troops under his command.

After laboriously amassing funds over such a long period, he had nearly exhausted his resources in a single day.

Though the path to earning may be slow, the expenditure flows with remarkable speed.

After a leisurely stroll around the territory, I employed my divine presence to inquire about the safety conditions at two locations.

Finding no cause for concern, I returned to my chamber to rest.

The following morning, I awoke and rose from my bed.

After dressing and attending to my hygiene, I stepped outside to engage in physical exercise.

My lord called Sawyer.

Good morning, Sawyer, I responded warmly.

The sailor uniforms have been completed, Sawyer informed me.

The production of the sailor attire had taken some time, involving several rounds of modifications and fitting sessions with the maids before arriving at the final design.

Indeed, I am mused, recalling the witch from the previous day.

Sawyer, I have a clothing concept to share with you.

Oh, my lord, you get another creative idea.

Yes, it is quite promising and sure to find market.

I elaborated on the styles I had encountered as Sawyer.

After a fruitful discussion, I instructed the maids to deliver the sailor uniforms to the Lord's manor for distribution by IR.

The unveiling of the new garments was filled with joy.

As the maids beamed with delight upon receiving their fresh attire, breakfast was served, and as I ate, I opened the regional channel.

After a few days of inactivity, I saw that individuals had begun to sell various equipment.

However, the quantities were limited as they were produced through ordinary methods, unlike my own 100fold enhancements.