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Night fell, a gentle breeze stirred.

The Nightstones in the territory began to emit a soft glow, casting a faint halo over the land.

Having finished his dinner, Fang Hao stepped out of the Lord’s Mansion once

more.

He stretched his body and headed straight to a building.

[Iron Claw Rat Den]

[Type: Special Building]

[Can Recruit: Iron Claw Rat]

[Iron Claw Rat: 1 Mist-Cloaked Crystal]

(Description: This building can be used to recruit Iron Claw Rats, whose sharp forelimbs can break open soil and rocks.)

Fang Hao had purchased this building from the Trade Alliance, but he had never recruited from here before.

There was a good chance the graveyard was in the mountain this time. It was the turn of these little guys to contribute.

Last time he killed the Speckled Toad in the pool, he obtained five Mist-Cloaked Crystals, which met the recruitment conditions.

Select five.

Recruit.

[A hundredfold amplification triggered, Iron Claw Rat recruitment number

5O5-]

505 fluffy iron Claw Rats appeared out of thin air. They formed circles around Fang Hao and stared at him unblinkingly with their large eyes.

The Iron Claw Rats had brown fur and a size comparable to that of a mature pangolin.

They had sharp snouts, developed forelimbs, and two sharp claws.

[Iron Claw Rat]

[Camp: Fairy]

[Racial Characteristics: Living Creature, Keen Scent, Burrow.]

[Keen Scent]: Underground, they can determine direction or find food buried in the soil relying on their sense of smell.

[Burrow]: Can easily break open rocks and soil.

(Description: The Flower Fairies have found a way to cultivate plants. They trained Iron Claw Rats to break through hard ground, allowing plants to grow better.)

Rustle! Rustle! Rustle!

While Fang Hao was checking the properties of the Iron Claw Rats, a rustling sound came from a nearby place.

Under the soft light, an Iron Claw Rat’s sharp forelimb had broken open the newly laid stone slab, and it was digging down vigorously.

A large amount of dirt had already piled up into a small mound behind the rat.

This kind of action spread like an infection, one by one, the Iron Claw Rats began to act.

They extended their claws to the stone slab below and started to dig.

“Stop, stop digging the ground,” Fang Hao exclaimed.

All the Iron Claw Rats instantly stopped their actions and craned their necks, continuing to stare at Fang Hao with wide eyes.

Each of them looked like people gathered around to watch a village brawl. It felt like a spectacle.

Fang Hao was dumbfounded at this moment.

Holy cow, these little guys won’t rip up his territory overnight, will they?

“Master, what’s this? So cute!” Eira walked over from a distance, picked up an Iron Claw Rat, and rubbed it against her face.

Fang Hao was about to warn her about the dangerous claws, but he found that while the sharp claws could easily break through the ground, they didn’t hurt people.

The Iron Claw Rats were also docile and allowed Eira to rub them.

Rustle! Rustle! Rustle!

“Stop!” Fang Hao once again shouted in the direction of the sound. Ignoring the rats on the ground, they once again stared at him with wide eyes.

Rustle! Rustle! Rustle!

“Don’t dig.” Fang Hao turned in another direction.

“Eira, go fetch Blood Hunter,” Fang Hao, eyeing the surrounding Iron Claw Rats, told Eira.

“Oh.” Eira responded, putting down the Iron Claw Rat in her arms, and hurried off towards Blood Hunter’s residence.

Soon, Blood Hunter arrived to find Fang Hao and a group of Iron Claw rats staring at each other.

“Sir, what is happening here?” Blood Hunter curiously asked.

On this late-night, why was the lord not sleeping but staring at these small creatures?

“Blood Hunter, you might have to work a little harder tonight… Fang Hao explained his plans to recruit Iron Claw rats.

He continued: “These little guys are too energetic, they could dig up the whole site in one night, so you should take them to the mountains we just visited to dig there and see if there really is a grave inside.

Although Fang Hao had built separate houses for Fireblade and Blood Hunter. However, undead don’t require rest, they usually spend their time hunting and patrolling with their troops.

“All right, sir, you rest assuredly, I will take care of them.” Blood Hunter affirmed.

“Hmm.”

Fang Hao continues to instruct the maids to bring tubs.

Then he said to these little guys: “Alright, five of you go into each tub, get moving.”

The Iron Claw rats understood the order, but didn’t quite grasp the number 5.

Some tubs were empty, while others were packed full.

Fang Hao and his team had to pick each one out and divide them into each tub. Once all the Iron Claw rats were in the tubs, and an adequate amount of Skeleton Trolls were called over, they sat on the Bone Dragon’s back, each carrying a tub in their hands.

The moment the Bone Dragon flew away, Fang Hao finally breathed a sigh of relief.

His territory… was safe for the time being.

Actually, the Iron Claw rats were not a threat per se. As can be seen from the introduction, the Iron Claw rats could assist in planting crops.

But they needed to be watched over and directed. If left unattended, the consequences could be severe.

For now, let these Iron Claw rats start digging in the mountain. Later, Fang Hao can send them to Zhang Bin’s location, so the farmers from the village can raise them and they can help loosen and break up the soil, a pretty decent idea.

Alright, with these little special beings all handled, Fang Hao could finally sleep in peace.

He returned to his room, took a quick glance at the regional channel.

Then fell soundly into sleep.

The next morning.

After a simple washing, Fang Hao walked out of his room.

The same daily routine of morning runs, push-ups, all to further strengthen his physique.

Ah!

Why can’t one drink the Strength Enlightenment potion after drinking the Magic Enlightenment potion? Aren’t we all aiming for all-rounded development?

Why can’t I have it?

While running, Fang Hao grumbled about not being allowed to drink the strength-enhancing potion, harboring deep resentment.

“My lord, my lord.”

Dressed in his custom-made clothes, Soye called out to him. “Ah? What happened, Soye?” Wiping his sweat, Fang Hao asked.

“My lord, there is a huge problem I found with the design you gave me, I want to discuss it with you before beginning the production.” Soye explained.

“Oh, okay, what’s the problem?”

The two sat down, and Fang Hao curiously asked.

Soye pulled out the draft with the design and said, “My lord, the stockings you mentioned, I see no use in them. Using Holy Snow Silk, such a good material, to make something to only keep feet insulated, and it won’t even provide proper protection or warmth. I believe it’s an immature design.

Since this was a design proposed by Fang Hao, Soye allowed some leeway.

She only deemed it as an immature design and not a failed one.

“No Soye, you should not focus on its protective quality or how warm it keeps you, but its beauty and charm enhancement. Just like a crown of a king, do you think it has any purpose apart from treating headaches? None. The same goes for stockings”, Fang Hao said.

Who would use stockings as a defense? They must be easy enough to tear open by hand when necessary.

But if produced successfully, it could definitely capture the market within the lord’s channel.

If possible, Fang Hao is even considering entering the market of domestic nobility since nobles who always seek novelty would more readily accept these new things.

“Sir, how can a pair of socks be compared to a crown?”