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Hearing the landlady’s words, Fang Hao’s eyes immediately narrowed.

The undead in the north.

Wasn’t that him?

He had set up a fortress between himself and Pruell to prevent any interference between them.

He had done enough already and now this ‘Cyril’ was plotting something against him.

“Why? Has Cyril lost his mind?” Fang Hao directly mentioned the name of the city lord and cursed.

His words instantly induced a tense expression in the landlady and others, not relaxing until they realized there were no other people present.

Even behind closed doors, they dared not insult the current city lord.

“We wouldn’t know, but several people came to the city yesterday, they might be related.”

“What kind of people?”

“They are very similar to those who wore hoods in broad daylight last time, all of them look like cultists.” said the landlady.

Blood Clan!

Fang Hao knew the cultists the landlady was referring to were those pale- blooded individuals.

Although they could walk under the sun, they had begun to detest sunlight, always wearing huge hoods to cover their bodies.

The Blood Clan, because of Giovanni’s matter, had dispatched scouts to investigate him.

But, what does all this have to do with Pruell City, and what role does Cyril play in it?

“Did you mean what you said last time?” The landlady suddenly turned around, her eyes looking straight at him.

“Huh? What words?” Fang Hao was abruptly interrupted from his thoughts.

“I can’t continue operating my tavern, I can help you.” The landlady’s expression was somewhat bitter.

After operating it for so many years, she didn’t expect there would be a day she couldn’t continue.

“Sure.” Fang Hao’s store in Lyss City was in the process of hiring staff, she would be a good candidate.

“I have quite a lot of people.” The landlady glanced at the bartender and the kitchen staff on the side.

Upon encountering Fang Hao’s gaze, the bartenders respectfully bowed.

“They can come along too.” Fang Hao nodded.

Everyone was overjoyed in their hearts.

Fang Hao was a wealthy heir, by aligning with him, they didn’t have to worry about the tavern’s business anymore.

Anyway, Fang Hao would pay them.

Just when everyone, including the landlady, breathed a sigh of relief, Fang Hao spoke again.

“However, as the team leader, I need you to sign a slave contract with me, to ensure that you will not betray me.”

This…

The smile on the landlady and the bartenders’ faces vanished instantly.

They had seen slave contracts before, slave traders would always bring out contracts when selling slaves.

To ensure that the slaves would not harm their masters.

Similarly, once you signed it, you had to obey the other party’s words, even if they asked you to do something against your will.

“Are you serious? I’m just going to help you run the shop.” said the landlady in surprise.

She had to sign a slave contract just to work a shift.

This was indeed a bit too much.

“I can’t help it, I need someone I can completely trust.” Fang Hao said helplessly.

He couldn’t disclose his secret, especially after discovering the Faceless Ones’ cabin beneath the tavern yesterday.

He had to be more careful.

“Alright, it seems we can’t cooperate.” The landlady said with a bitter smile.

She had refused Fang Hao.

She wasn’t willing to sell herself just for this minor matter.

Meanwhile, she pondered over Fang Hao’s words.

Fang Hao was a wealthy heir, his family must have some strict rules.

Nobles often have strange rules that they couldn’t understand.

“It’s okay, even if we can’t cooperate, we are still friends, you can come to me if you encounter any difficulties.” Fang Hao said with a smile.

“Hmm.”

After finishing his pint of beer, Fang Hao left the tavern with Anjia.

Returning to the shop, Fang Hao took all the maidservants and soldiers, closed the shop, and headed back to their territory together.

By the time they returned to the territory, the sky was already dim.

After eating dinner prepared by Eira, Fang Hao took the sample clothes to the tailor’s shop.

Rebecca was pleased with the sample clothes, and minor modifications could be incorporated in the production of the finished product.

Meanwhile, the goldsmith was in the process of making the matching jewelry.

Everything was already in order, so there was nothing for Fang Hao to do.

He simply had to wait for the finished product and present it to Rebecca.

The next day, early in the morning.

After breakfast, Fang Hao, Anjia, and Demitrija rode on the bone dragon.

Following them, ten more bone dragons, loaded with skeleton trolls and the Barren Tomb Guards, soared into the clouds, heading south.

Today they were going to the Mountain Fortress, a new location on Fang Hao’s recently acquired map.

The name “fortress” sounded much better than any cave or cavern.

Fang Hao hoped he would find some useful items there.

In the clouds.

They didn’t need to worry about the villages below, and flew in a straight line to the fortress.

Looking at the map, the Mountain Fortress was located to the east of Pruell City and Lyss City.

The journey took two hours.

The team had already arrived over the uninhabited mountain range.

The bone dragons descended, gradually approaching the target location.

They could see the remnants of stone brick buildings.

As they continued onwards.

Fang Hao saw this time’s destination – the Mountain Fortress.

One could say, this fortress wasn’t hard to find. There was a large downward entrance between the rocks.

In front of the entrance, they could see piles of white bones, residual blood stains, and a large iron pot brewing food.

There were, however, no signs of life.

The bone dragons landed in front of the entrance and everyone dismounted.

“What kind of creature uses such a large pot?” Anjia asked.

She didn’t notice how large the pot was until they landed.

The pot was so tall, Anjia just managed to reach its midpoint.

“We’U find out when we go down, those guys must live here,” Fang Hao glanced at the depth of the entrance.

The stone staircase at the entrance went downward, flanked by neatly carved rock faces on both sides.

It seemed like a good place to live.

“Demitrija, you’ll lead the team. Anjia, we’ll follow behind,” Fang Hao said and cast Frost Armor on himself.

Due to the distance, Fang Hao did not invoke God’s Presence.

Coming here personally reduced the consumption of spiritual power, but it also exposed him to danger.

“As you command, my lord,” Demitrija acknowledged and turned to the skeleton soldiers, “Skeleton trolls to the front, Barren Tomb Guards to the back. Prepare to enter the cavern.”

Splash!

The skeletons, adjusting their formation, began to march into the cavern.

As the team ventured deeper, nightstone wall lamps that emitted a soft glow began to appear on the sides of the cavern, illuminating the corridor.

Whoosh! Snoring!

From not too far away, snoring resembling thunder was heard.

On a platform ahead, a towering troll was fast asleep on a beastskin rug.

His snot bubble expanded and contracted with his snores.

Cyclops Troll (Eighth Level).

Demitrija signaled the skeleton team to stop. The entire team froze instantly as if they were statues.

Demitrija drew the longsword from his belt and slowly approached the sleeping troll.