It was evident that Eric was merely fulfilling a social obligation by conveying the message.

Otherwise, considering the nature of the internal groups, it was uncertain whether the information would even reach Fong Hao.

All right, I am also in search of a suitable task since you have one on hand, Eric.

I would appreciate your assistance in recommending me.

Fong Hao replied with a nod.

Not a problem.

Come, I shall guide you to the registration.

We will set off together when the time comes.

With that, Eric led Fong Hao out of the mission hall and directly to a tavern in the eastern city.

At a table near the window sat a mercenary man clad in leather armor.

Eric pulled Fong How to sit at the table and address the mercenary, Captain Primer.

This is my friend Fong Ha.

He is not only a well-known merchant, but also leads a formidable team.

I heard your group is currently in need of members, so I brought him along.

Captain Primer glanced at Fong Hao and Ana, perceiving that both appeared rather youthful.

However, he refrained from commenting further and spoke.

"What is the name of your mercenary group, and how many members do you have?" "I shall record it.

" "The windmill mercenary group with a total of 20 members.

" Fungho replied, "Pimer swiftly noted down the name and said of Fonggha, "All right, the registration is complete.

After the mission, each of you will receive five gold coins.

How your team divides the reward is entirely up to you.

Any special gains will belong to our dragon scale mercenary group, but we will compensate you at a fair rate.

We depart tomorrow morning, so do not forget the time.

Fong Ho nodded in acknowledgement.

Understanding the simplicity of the registration process.

Once completed, he and Eric ordered three mugs of beer at a nearby table.

After exchanging a few words, Eric procured paper and pen to compose a rather cringe-worthy love poem for Rolana.

Chapter 385.

The glory graveyard fong.

How emerged from the tavern, clutching a love poem pinned by Eric.

After meandering through the market with Anya and procuring some rare materials, they departed in a carriage, returning to their lodgings.

However, he did not encounter the figure of Rana.

A maid informed him that she had stepped out, though her whereabouts remained a mystery.

Glancing at the love poem he had brought back, Fongghao opened a drawer and tucked it away.

It was perhaps for the best that she was absent.

He felt uncertain about the potential repercussions of delivering the poem to Rolana.

After partaking in dinner, the staff from the clothing store and hot pot restaurant returned, and Fongo casually inquired about the business before they each retreated to their quarters for rest.

The next morning at the city gate, hundreds of fully armed mercenaries had gathered, observing the emblems emlazed on their chests.

Fong Ho noted the presence of numerous mercenary groups, over a dozen in total, accompanied by Ana, Domiga, the Grey Bear, and a host of underlings.

Fong Hao approached, comprising a total of 23 individuals.

In comparison, his contingent was among the smallest factions present.

Had it not been for Eric s endorsement, Fong Ha's modest team might not have been chosen by the Dragon Scale mercenary group.

As they neared the assembly point, Eric's voice rang out, "Fonggho over here.

" Turning towards the sound, Fongghow spotted Eric waving from the right side of the mercenary formation.

Eric s team was also modest in size, numbering around 50, which fell within the typical scale for mercenary groups.

Among these 50, there were warriors, archers, and several individuals burdened with large packs and emergency supplies, likely serving in logistical roles.

Fong Hao had also brought provisions, albeit stored in a spatial compartment, alleviating the need for every member to carry supplies.

As Fongo drew closer to Eric s team, he inquired, "Are you heading to the ruins as well?" Eric, clad in a linen robe and leather armor with a slender iron sword at his waist, was already persspiring profusely without having even moved.

Of course, I'm going.

I've trained in swordsmanship since childhood, though I lack practical experience.

But what about you, Mr.

Fong Ho? Do you think you can manage? Eric countered, tapping his sword.

Fong Hao observed Eric s portly figure.

While Eric scrutinized Fong How as own slender limbs, bolstered by rumors of his delicate demeanor.

"I have trained as well," Fongo replied, patting the light feather sword at his waist.

The two exchanged glances, each perceiving the other as a potential liability.

Fortunately, the mission boasted a large number of participants, and the Dragon Scale mercenary group had assured them of its simplicity and lucrative rewards.

Otherwise, Eric would not have considered joining this endeavor.

After exchanging a few more words, Erica's attention was drawn to Domiga, who stood behind Fong Hao.

Domiga was indeed striking, towering in stature and clad in respplendant golden full armor, easily capturing the gaze of those around.

"And who might this be?" Eric inquired once more.

"This is our vice captain, Dimmitiga, hailing from the lizard man clan," Fonghao introduced softly.

Dmitiga also greeted Mr.

Eric amiably.

The syntax of the lizard men is somewhat peculiar, yet communication posed no obstacles.

Greetings, Mr.

Domiga.

Eric returned the salutation.

Subsequently, Eric pulled Fong How aside with a sense of urgency, inquiring, "So, was the letter I entrusted to you delivered yesterday? What did Miss Loranna say?" Eric's complexion began to flush, his eyes brimming with anticipation.

Fongghow cast a glance at Eric, perplexed by his fixation on Lana, wondering why he would provoke anyone when he could be courting danger instead.

If he were to incite Luranna's eye, his physique would hardly suffice to withstand a wrath.

I returned so late that I couldn't possibly deliver it.

I will hand it over to you when we return from the ruins, but I cannot guarantee the outcome, and I sense that if she is unwilling, it is best to let it go, Fonggha replied hastily.

Not having said it is fortuitous, Eric promptly stated, "Huh?" Had he reconsidered, realizing Loranna's disinterest before Fong Ho could respond, Era produced a new envelope from his pocket and thrust it into Fong Ha's hands.

"The sentences for yesterday were rather incomplete, so I revised them overnight.

Please tear up the previous one.

" "Uh, very well.

" Fongo accepted the new envelope, instinctively replying.

After the appointed hour, the expedition commenced.

The second brigade of the dragon scale mercenary corpses set forth with over a hundred members striding through the city gates.

Behind them followed the ranks of various mercenary groups.

Lacking any fixed formation, they exited the city in a grand procession.

Engaged in conversation, they continued onward.

Apart from the organizing dragon scale mercenary corps, the others were largely unaware of the route and location of the ruins.

Thus, they could only silently trail behind.

The security around Ley's city was commendable.

The area outside had been meticulously cleared by the military, rendering encounters with ferocious beasts and monsters exceedingly rare.

Even the previously rampant mountain bandits have been decimated in repeated crackdowns, with many perishing or fleeing, making them a rare sight.

The journey was devoid of peril, and the atmosphere within the mercenary corps felt rather relaxed.

To ensure safety, Fong Ho relayed information to the grizzly bear camp during the trek, allowing two skeletal dragons to follow the party amidst the clouds.

Should any danger arise, they could render aid to Fong Hao and his companions below.

The group traveled from morning until nightfall, at which point they began to set up camp.

Fongghao positioned himself adjacent to Eric's brigade.

Tents were erected one by one and a fire was kindled with a hot pot seasoning tossed in as the group commenced their meal.

Just as they began to eat, Eric approached, drawn by the enticing aroma.

Hot pot? How did you manage to bring hot pot with you? Eric exclaimed, his eyes wide with astonishment.

The delightful hot pot restaurant was quite renowned in the city.

The individuals present had all partaken in the meal, particularly Alec, who with his robust physique was well acquainted with such aromas.

Ah, please bring some over and sit down to dine with us.

Fong How extended an invitation.