The wait was not prolonged.

The blood's servant returned briskly, clutching an envelope.

He respectfully presented it before the Red Duke.

My lord, there is news.

The Red Duke accepted the envelope and casually opened it.

The contents read, "Fielding assassinated Sirill, the lord of Pearl's city, and was executed after being exposed to the elements for several days.

" Bang.

Upon reading this, the Red Duke slammed his fist onto the armrest of his chair.

How could Fielding possibly assassinate Sirill? A moment later, he conjectured that a third party must have uncovered the incident, killed Sirill, and then cast the blame upon Fielding.

Thus, the situation became rather straightforward.

Pearl City would solely focus its attention on the Blood Clan, neglecting the true orchestrator behind the scenes.

Very well.

Upon your return, prepare for an assault on the realm of the undead.

The Red Duke declared decisively.

The Book of Blood must be reclaimed.

Since the route through Pearl City is no longer viable, I have lost patience.

I shall instigate war to seize back the Book of Blood.

As for who orchestrated Fielding's demise and disrupted this plan, we shall ascertain that once we see who ascends as Lord of Pearl City.

Yes, my lord.

All the Blood Clan members acknowledged in unison, gradually retreating.

The Bloodclan Hall descended into silence once more.

The red duke rested his chin on his hand, seemingly lost in a revery.

The blood servant stood quietly by, not daring to make a sound.

After a considerable time, the red duke opened his eyes again and spoke.

Prepare the carriage.

We shall go to Lake Tanho.

Yes, my lord.

The blood servant hastened away to prepare the carriage.

As everyone departed, the hall fell back into quietude.

Yet within the red duke's heart, an involuntary sense of dread began to rise.

During his daytime slumber, he had dreamt of those he had slain, seeking vengeance upon him.

Relentlessly begging for mercy and feeling shame.

The woman he had once believed without question did not trust him this time.

She extracted her own heart.

A black heart oozing a viscous dark liquid exuding a foul stench.

In the next instant, her fingers tightened, crushing his heart to pieces.

This explained why his emotions were so unstable today.

The death of Fielding was merely a small part of it.

More significantly, it was the indelible fear that lingered within him.

He feared, feared that the woman would return and end his life.

My lord, the carriage is ready.

The blood servant announced.

The Red Duke rose, hesitating for a moment before sitting back down.

Never mind.

Double the forces at Lake Tanho and ensure that no one, no creature approaches.

Yes, my lord.

The following day at dawn, Fongghao stretched languidly, awakened by the cacophony outside his window.

He rolled out of bed, performed a brief morning routine, and stepped out of the lord's manor.

Today, the entire territory was bustling with activity.

Food supplies and arrows have been loaded on carts.

While the orcs conducted their final inspections, "My lord," Domiga called out as Fongo approached.

According to their plan, today marked the day of Domiga's departure for the Huiwa Highlands.

The route was already established and the journey between the two locations would require two to 3 days.

Domiga here is the communication conchk, which will facilitate contact with the territory.

Remember, if you encounter danger, ride the bone dragon back immediately, Fongghao advised, handing him the conchk, which he had retrieved from Fireblade the previous night.

Fireblade was currently stationed at the Cold Wind Fortress and posed no immediate threat.

So it was prudent to lend it to Domiga.

My lord, rest assured, victory is assured in this battle, Domiga replied, his voice brimming with confidence.

The disparity in forces was overwhelming.

800 0 against 6000 0.

Domigo was certain of his success.

Very well, I shall await your triumphant return.

Chapter 279.

The blueprint of the earth and wear kiln.

An army of 8000000 restless spirits departed from the territory, marching towards the direction of the bright moon heights.

Fong house stood at top the city wall, watching as the troops gradually faded into the distance.

In this impending conflict with the Bright Moon Heights, he entrusted command to Domiga.

As the strength of the territory grew, there were battles that no longer required his constant presence.

Moreover, the heroes possessed a deeper understanding of strategy and combat than he did.

He recalled the early days of his journey when he had to personally lead expeditions to clear beast dens and drive away wolf packs.

Now, he merely needed to issue tasks and the heroes would arrange for personnel to accomplish them.

He could simply enjoy the role of a laid-back lord.

Upon returning to the lord's manner, Ire had prepared breakfast.

After rising, she busied herself with the creation of various tools needed for their departure.

After a flurry of activity, a pang of hunger struck.

Breakfast was served, featuring a seafood platter that eat air had specially prepared for Fonggha.

She picked up a piece resembling an oyster, dipped it in sauce, and presented it to him.

"Master, please eat more.

It's very beneficial for your health," Eier said softly.

Since the establishment of Fulay's fishery, the dining table had often been graced with fresh seafood for everyone to enjoy.

With Fong Ho support, the fishery's output had multiplied, introducing numerous new varieties of seafood.

Though it would be more accurate to call them lake delicacies, Fonhao took a bite, savoring the delightful flavor.

Eair stuffed the remaining pieces into his mouth, her face beaming with satisfaction.

When Inja descended to join them for breakfast and saw the empty plates saved for a smear of sauce, she pouted, questioning whether they had been sneaking indulgent treats behind her back.

Fong Hao and Eir exchanged innocent glances, insisting she was simply overthinking it before settling down to eat.

Ding.

The Lord sook chimed with a private message.

Expecting a missive from someone familiar, he was taken aback by the name that appeared, Chio Xiang.

The name certainly carried an air of grandeur.

Mr.

Fong Hao, I see you're collecting earth and wear correct.

The message startled Fong Ho as he had nearly forgotten about the earth and wear due to the recent troubles with the blood clan.

Although he had not publicly requested to purchase it in the regional chat, he had mentioned in various exchanges that he prioritized swapping for the blueprints for producing earthnware, inviting private discussions for special needs.

Yes, if you possess the blueprints for producing earth and wear, I would be interested in knowing what you require in return.

If I have it, we can arrange an exchange.

Fongghao replied after sending the message.

He felt a surge of joy as an upgrade material for the level 8 Lord Stone Tower.

The prospect of acquiring earthnware finally seemed within reach.

Mr.

Fong, you have misunderstood my intent.